Log:First Order: Poor Guest Service

Bothans Have Poor Guest Service

Location: Both, Bothan Intelligence Interrogation Facility
Participants: Drath, Oran Arcantael, Avery Ihala Kora, Aurine Vang, Lioria Thrace, Emma Starflare, Braxton, Duke, Dawud, Domino Graystorm, Karys and Hadrix Rol

"The Vanguard was specifically selected over Intelligence for this operation, specifically due to the skillsets available... and with respect - the Knights of Ren whom have graced us. Your skillsets were all what drew our attention." That was all that Lieutenant Chillesd had said, via holocomm transmission. No other information, no briefing no goals. The ship lurches suddenly, the shift to hyperspace freezing his image in a cold smile aimed at the Knights and the Vanguard. From the command cabin there is a hissing sound and a series of sharp snapping sounds and the smell of burnt metal and plastic washes through the the air vents... and something else, something flowery.

Drath stands in the bay, decked out in the red plates and thin visored helmet of his Royal Guard uniform, only really distinguishable from the form of Lioria by the six inch height difference. No weapons are visible on his person, but that's likely due to the freshly repaired red cloak covering up his belt for the most part. He'd been paying attention to the holotransmission with his arms crossed across his chest when it cut out, and the smells wafting through his helmet's filter cause him to wrinkle his nose within. <<Someone with the proper skillset get up there and see what the issue is.>> is chirped over the internal comms.

Braxton stands from his place in the bay. "On it," he says as he heads for the command cabin.

Dawud pulls his rifle from his back and checks again that it's loaded. He is in the S3 civilian heavy armor, not his stormtrooper issue. His nose twitches at the acrid smell, soon joined by the floral one. "Is that gas?" He has his helmet under his arm. He doesn't put it on- if he's exposed, by this point, putting it on would just make him harder to help. If Lieutenant Chillesd really is so low as to do such a thing, and isn't instead just spilling cologne on important electronics. "Ours is not to reason why."

Avery peers at the vents, an eyebrow lifting in question to what that smell could be. "Certainly they didn't just burn a bunch of containers that held flowers up there, did they?" He walks closer to the command cabin door. Waiting for the doors to pull back to reveal what might have occurred in the room beyond. AV-1004 is currently in his Civvie clothes, his armor and weaponry stashed to the side, waiting for a hint of what they may be doing in order to don what might be needed.

Lioria's the shorter of the Royal guard, yes. The Knight is currently wearing the remanents of a black cloak hanging down the back of the armor. She is sitting with her hands held in her lap for the moment. She gets up when the snapping starts and there's a bit of a look to the others. "Doesn't sound good. I know that's not news to you all." the vocoded voice states.

With her tired eyes, Aurine stares a long while at the frozen image of the Lieutenant. Despite her calm demeanor, she's been unusually tense and terse from the moment they boarded the shuttle. And as they lurch into hyperspace, her discomfort grows considerably. "Something feels very wrong here," she turns to Lioria, her fellow knight. Antsy from the smells and her own intuition, she too rises from her seat to accompany Avery at the cabin door. "What's going on here?"

Braxton opening the command cabin doors reveals an old Pre-Imperial sabotuer droid, slamming vibro blades into the consoles while small det-packets go off to further the destruction. It pauses and turns a disk-like head at the man before speaking cheerily.

"OH! Hello GE-1214!" the droid access plug connecting one of its arms to the ship twists and there is a sudden, violent drop of cabin pressure, so violent that that vision goes black.

When everyone comes too, they are heaped unceremoniously in a small large cell. It smells like wet stone, it's just slightly too cold, but at least there are eight plates on the floor. There are vacuum sealed packaged containing a reddish disk and next to that two glasses of water per tray. One of the trays has about a quarter portion of reddish bread like material on it, and both glasses empty. There is a smell of ionized particles in the air... there's also blood on the bars with drag marks on the ground leading out and away from the cell.

Armor has been stripped from everyone, equipment, everything but the barest bits of their clothing. Cloaks have been taken, belts, boots. Space - where in all the hells of Corellia is Hadrix??

Drath pushes up from the cold floor with a groan, the Trooper reaching up to rub at his head as he comes to. "Kriffing hells..." the man mutters, working at the cybernetic part of his jaw to work out the odd tension there. It leaves with a soft pop, then he's pushing himself to his feet and looking around the cell, as well as outside the cell. "Well, that didn't go as planned." is whispered softly under his breath, a few steps taking him to the cage bars, where he grips one of them and shakes it to test the general makeup of the cell itself.

Braxton pulls himself to his feet slowly, not accustomed to being knocked around like that. "Ur..., ur," he attempts to speak. "Where are we?" he asks, as he glances around. "How the, who the, last thing I remember, a sabotour droid and my ears popping. Well, we're not in our ship anymore, so where the heck are we? Looks like someone's idea of a prison," he finally comments. DW-1754's eyes open. Before moving anything else, his eyes scour the ceiling, then he moves each of his limbs briefly, slowly rising to a seated position. He hisses, "I don't see the monitoring devices I would expect. They're not where I'd put them." Dawud pushes himself to his feet, touching the wall to see what material it is.

AV-1004 sighs as he sits up, his hand reflexively going to his head as well, as if that would help clear the fog of the missing time away. "I have no idea... I'd say you hit it on the nose with the idea of a prison." After a few beats, the rookie trooper looks around the room, a quick examination given to the whole package of food and cups of water before poking at the partially consumed one with a manner of curiosity. "I'm guessing Hadrix was eating and was stun blasted, then dragged him out of here..." Avery comments, motioning to the drag marks left in the ground outside of the cell. "But what's all that blood from?" He asks, a gesture to the red on the bars.

Lioria wakes to...having her armor off. She sits up and looks around, this is all weird. "What in all of the galaxy is going on?" she asks as she gets to her feet. Then she looks over the bars before her hands reach out and wrap around them. Then...she lights them up. They're glowing by the end of things, but, sadly. She can't get to the melting point. By the end those eyes of hers are glowing.

Cold. Worn out. Hungry. This is how Aurine wakes up, next to a streak of blood on the floor, which startles her the second she opens her eyes. "What the ...," she crawls away from the stain and instinctively goes to straighten her headscarf, but that's gone too. And then noticing the refreshments left out, "I assume we can expect to be here a while ... " The Knight rises to her feet, giving her long limbs a good stretch as she walks about the cell, pausing only to peer through the bloody bars. "Wait ... does anyone know how to read Bothese?" Aurine points to some vaguely visible script through the bars. "I think we're on Bothawui ..." Question answered, Braxton!

There are a lot of things Oran dislikes in this galaxy. Aliens, rebels, boxed wine. Among the things he absolutely detests, however, is /this/ - waking up in a pile of coworkers. Waking up slightly less dressed than usual - that's fine - with no shoes - fine - and no stuff - it can be handled - in a pile of people - sounds like a good time - who you work with - NO. no no no no "... no no No," the Coruscanti Knight mumbles, slowly coming round and waking up. He winces, presses the heel of his hand to his head, and dryly greets, "Everyone sound off if you're not dead."

A moment is spent listening to mumbles and groans and half-ideas, then he sighs, "Bothawui. Disgusting," followed shortly thereafter by, "Where's AO-904?" Hadrix, he remembered your number, feel special. So special. Hauling himself to a sitting position he frowns and holds a hand out toward the bars... nothing. Not yet, anyway. Bit of creaking, some bending on the bars Lioria is making glowy eyeball wizard face at, no joy. Sigh. "Whomever took my saber is going to die on the end of it. Floors, walls, other; ideas please, let's have them."

Emma herself? She sat up with a frown. She could already feel the powered joints of her prefered armor were missing. Formfitter or not, apparently these were 'handsy bastards'. More then that, her blaters were gone, her -rifle- was gone, she was not the happiest of people there. "This is...inconvenient," the snper speaks calmly, her accented tones managing to hide the *deep rage* at the loss of her beloved weapon while she climbs to her feet and then crosses her arms over her chest. The knight's comment about his saber? That earns a nod, but EM-1710 makes her way towards the bars to peer at the lock. Mechanical or electrical, -perhaps- she had the means to beat it...or she was just hoping to stare at it till it opened. It tended to work better for the knights then her. "Perhaps we will get lucky and they will have cut their arm off playing with it?"

Humming, forcing, grumbling, lightnining... The two meter hall extending to either side from the cage wall remains quiet. The inner stone walls are poured duracrete, likely reinforced with duranium spikes. Whoever put the team here knew what they were doing... But... Bothans. Carking Bothans.

Drath's nose wrinkles as the situation is expanded upon with the other's observations, a glance being given towards Lioria and Oran as they attempt their Space Wizard Magic on the bars to no effect. "Shavit." he curses, and having released the bars when Lioria started pouring out lightning, rears back with his foot and proceeds to kick out at the bars themselves in anger. He's not actually able to do much beyond that. "Kriffing Bothans!" he calls out, but turns around after that and takes a breath. "DL-1991, accounted for and uninjured." he states. "Everyone sound off. Does anyone need medical attention?"

Braxton walks slowly over to the door of the cage. "GE1214 reporting, I'm rattled, but fine," he says, as he looks inquisitively at the cell door, searching to spot a locking mechanism. "Hmm, I see something here," he says. "Looks like some sort of mechanical panel," he comments, as he reaches out to try and touch it. He is able to make contact with his right hand and feel the panel. "Seems that the bars move vertically, so no hinges to find," he finishes.

Dawud is staring at the area around where blood leads out what must be the gate. "DW-1754, condition green." He runs a finger along the edge where the duracrete meets the metal. He kneels, touches the blood, and holds it under his nose a moment. When Braxton finds the panel, he moves his hands gently over the area. He sticks his tongue out of his mouth ever-so-slightly as he concentrates. He works to find a separation, but even when he thinks he has it, it does not move. "Avery," he calls quietly, shifting out of the way. He doesn't have to say what he's thinking.

"AV-1004... present and uninjured but with..." Avery taps lightly over his clothing feeling the layer of hidden armor underneath. "...but with my covert armor on, sir. Seems they didn't want to look too closely." The slicer stands, unsteadily at first, a hand slipping out to the bars for balance. An eyebrow lifts as Drath beats on their cage, his sentiments at being cooped up very much the same. Hope rises though, when the new guy finds the panel and Dawud moves to manipulate it. He watches quietly, observing where he places his hands and how he goes about trying to pop the panel. When his name is called, he nods and shifts forward to take Dawud's place. Nimbly his fingers find the panel and push, the give of the metal felt just enough for him to shift left aaaaaand voila! The plate pops free, revealing the wiring for the lock behind.

Lioria debates the use of more lightning, but that wasn't going to get them anywhere really. The white haired woman walks over to the computer once Avery and Dawud have things open. "Well...lets see." she mutters as she starts to fiddle with the wires. ZAP! OW! Sparks arc between her fingers and she shakes them as she steps back, "Alright anyone else can try." she waves her hand at the wall.

"Vang here. No injuries. Just a little ...," Aurine's stomach gurgles right on cue, she places a hand on it before eyeing the questionable bread. Glancing over to Drath, she asks, nose scrunched up, "You think this is safe to eat?" And then, a light bulb shines in her head. Once Avery's popped open the lock, the Knight picks up a glass of water and gathering all the concentration she can, shakily floats it over to the wiring before SPLASH! To high! The water hits just above her target and it drips down into the panel.

"DW-1754, stop it, don't put unfamiliar things in your mouth," Oran frowns at Dawud, and his little tongue-test of mystery substance. Brief gesture follows, one you have to describe as flailing. "Do you want blood-borne illness? Because that's how you get blood-borne illness! Also no one else is bleeding so you probably just licked Hadrix, and just -- no one should lick Hadrix, alright? Why do I even have to say this?" He's all ready to try ... something again, but then gets distracted mid-attempt by Aurine eyeing questionable bread. "Do NOT put UNFAMILIAR THINGS in your MOUTH!" It's a fumble with the pins of the lock, and now he's eyeing everyone. Suspicious. Faith, lost. Trust, broken. Waiting for them all to put unfamiliar things in their mouths.

She'd spotted the paneling, but she wasn't the only one. Emma actually holds back as the others take their turns, giving a little whince at the sparking from Lioria before she clears her throat and steps forward. A hairpin picked from her blonde locks to bridge this, her hairtie used to bundle that and...seems Emma has had some practice at cracking an electronic lock or two. After a few electronic noises and a click? The doors slide open and the way is clear. Emma turns with a grin on her features and extends her hand towards the now open portal. "Cozy as this is, shall we retrieve our things and get a little payback now?"

Drath nods, at least thankful no one is injured, despite the nearby blood. He's not all that technologically inclined, the others have this well in hand, so he stands back and crosses his arms across his chest while they work. Unfortunately, people keep failing, and it's when Emmo steps up to work that he starts to turn back towards the bars, ready to toss out another kick. But behold! The doors open! And Drath pauses in his attempt to turn that direction. "Oh! Good job, Emma. Thanks." he tells her, grinning as he steps past her and out into the hallway slowly, turning his head left and right as he does so. Which, naturally, seems to make the building migraine worse.

Braxton takes a few uncertain steps, then proceeds out after drath into the corridor. He looks both ways, a little wary without his armor and weapon, though he tries to hide it on his face. "If we can find some weapons," he says. "I'll happily rain hell upon our enemies," he says, with maybe a little more verbrado than usual. Afterall, this isn't a fighter's cockpit, and he's lost his weapons and armor.

Avery had stood back to allow the others a shot at the door, watching quietly as zaps, grunts, curses, and water came shortly after. In the mix, a tirade about putting foreign objects in ones mouth. The rookie grins, emerald eyes following Emma as she steps up for her turn. With the quiet click and whoosh as the doors slide away he pumps his fist and extends a hand for a high-five. "Yes! Nicely done....errr Emma, was it?"

"Thank you, Emma." Lio states with a dip of her head to the woman. Then she's heading out past Drath, because she doesn't really care about getting shot, she just wanted her stuff back. She has her hands at the ready though. JUST IN CASE!

Dawud's stare covers everywhere around Drath but Drath himself. The floor outside, the walls, the ceiling, the outside wall of their own duracrete cell. "Two cameras," he announces quietly. He points out to the right and out to the left. "They're watching the exit from the cell." He tilts his head. "Motion detectors, I see, on walls down both directions. We should probably act quickly and together; they're going to spot us one way or another."

Aurine Vang drops the reddish bread when Oran scolds her. It lands with a soft plop plop plop before rolling away. "Sorry. I'm hungry ...," she explains, but luckily Drath gets the door open and she has better things to worry about. Following along with the crew into the corridor, Aurine pauses a moment to observe the cameras Dawud points out and their options for exits. And suddenly, the same uncomfortable feeling on the shuttle returns to her. "Everyone wait," the Knight places a hand on her chest and closes her eyes, breathing meditatively. After a second, she she point to the door on the left, "Red. We should /not/ go that way." She then steps to the door on the right, placing a hand upon it, "This one feels better." And then she glances at a third door further down, "There's something down there ... a growing presence ... but it's not good."

"Thank stars. If we stayed in there any longer we'd be obliged to pay rent," Oran remarks dryly. He walks into any room as though he expects it to shortly enter his real estate portfolio and the rooms following the cell are no exception, despite the lack of shoes and accoutrements. A brow raises as Aurine chooses the right-hand door; "What's behind here? I hope we win a shuttle," he remarks dryly, then curls a fist at the right-hand passage cameras and sensors, ripping them out of the walls by unseen Force and sending them down the hall as sparking, crumpled wreckage. Chunks of plaster from the wall tumble after, like dusty little bombs. "Onward. Forward. Until we find our weapons, tear off their limbs and cut their throats with their broken bones. Any questions?" He's not waiting for questions. "Good." Through the door Aurine selected, he goes!

Gut feelings were one thing, but at the end of the day? The Vanguard soldiers only had their unarmed skills to go by while fighting whatever comes after them next. The nights? They could throw things around and shoot lightning at stuff. Pride be damned, they'd best follow the space-wizards. "After you then," she acknowledges and falls into line.

The door opens easily enough - clearly no one was expected to get clear of the cell - but the lights seem to brown out momentarily, really a twitch of an eyelid in time, when the door opens. Finding themselves in a processing center of sorts, the room is a study in bizzare wall shapes, central to the room is a path of reinforced, frosted, transparisteel with too bright lighting beneath, to either side there are blisters on the walls from which extend robotic limbs with various probes and sensors attached - all remain intert for the moment save for a spherical eye like sensor, contained in a sort of clam-shell. Several languages are spoken by it before it lands on basic, "Halt! There is an interrogation in progress - security passcodes, now!" The clamshell blinks.

Drath nods, turning to follow Oran into the door Aurine proclaimed as their safest option. He's unarmed entirely, his hand to hand skills are severely lacking, and he's not exactly great at much else besides first aid. As such, as soon as that room with the strange sensors and probes comes into view, he takes a few steps inside and to the side to allow the more technically minded members of the Vanguard to handle this situation. "Kriffing Bothans..." he mutters softly under his breath once again. Really, they're on the shit list after this!

Braxton approaches the eye and begins speaking diagnostic codes. "Initiate self-diagnostic code lambda beta gamma 9779976 beta delta epsilon, level 2," he says. After this, he ducks back into the corridor, waiting to see if this has any effect or not.

"Wai.. Wha... Yes! Diagno-... mmmm, oh... what'd... Mmmmm. Hey come back cutey!" the droid' voice getting a somewhat sultry tone. "Hey there! You can't just issue a code like that and leave! Mmm I wanna see those eyes again!" The armature that the optic is attached to extending, trying to follow Braxton. "Come back my love!"

Bereft of toolkit and datapad, surrounded by whirling probes and sensors - and probably SCALPELS, this place just seems like it would have blades, too - Dawud watches for an opportunity. When the droid eyeball's fancy for Braxton turns to love, opportunity knocks, and he goes straight for the exposed spot at the eye's base on the wall. Overextended as it is in its quest for companionship and gratification, he has an opportunity to knock it out of operation if he can just knock - this- stupid- plate- off. Each blow of his fist against it seems to have little effect, but he keeps trying.

Oran side-eyes Braxton and his new droid bestie as that AI drops. It's just a moment of inscrutable tennis-watching. Droid. Brax. Droid. Brax. "I never want to know what that security code is from," he warns, and then tugs open the door that said droid is no longer protecting.

"Did...did he just seduce a door?" Emma actually muses aloud before shaking her head. Well, that tops the high-society gala thing from the other mission. Still handing back, but ready to spring forwards (with perhaps less intimidating fists then some), the blonde woman waits.

Door droid flapping its clamshell to blink, looking to Oran and Dawud as he slaps and smacks at its wall mount. "Hey! Stop that! I must get to him! I must! There is no love so eternal as a Droid's!" Opening the door reveals the interrogation room, stark white walls reflecting too bright light, the kind of brightness that hurts, and oppresses - even with eyes shut. A bothan stands, wearing shaders over her eyes, holding a datapad and looking at a display next to a table of knives, syringes, and probes. Strapped to a massive X, ankles and wrists set at angles to force pressure on them, uncomfortable pressure. Probes in his neck, armpit, and groin that fizzle with electricity, is Hadrix. Looking very unhappy. Murderously unhappy, eyes bulged, mouth held open enough to keep him from swallowing, or biting off, his tongue by a 'speaking' gag. He's bloody, cut, and mad looking. "Just... answer the question - we can ease it the pain, or put you unconscious."

The door opens, and it reveals a rather gruesome scene within. Drath's nose wrinkles, a tilting of his head being given towards the wall-mounted droid, though as soon as it's figured out that there's a Bothan on the other side of that door he goes utterly silent. Stepping through said door, Drath takes a moment to give the others a 'shushing' motion with his finger, being he's moving silently past the others into the room. Stopping off near a table, he reaches out to grip a vibrodagger from a table filled with knives, the weapon being activated in his grip as he begins to slowly approach that Bothan with that dagger in hand. Slipping up behind the alien, that dagger is promptly shoved mercilessly upwards into the alien's back, a murderous expression over Drath's face as blood splatters down onto the floor.

Braxton doesn't come into this inner room, but watches from afar, keeping the droid focussed on him and not what his comrads are doing. He takes care to position himself so the eye is facing away from the rest of the team.

Setting his feet like he's about to start a race, Dawud watches for Drath's stab to land. As soon as the dagger embeds in the Bothan's flesh, Dawud dashes towards the control panel for the enhanced interrogation table holding Hadrix in place. No code? No problem. He pops the panel gingerly, tugs two cords out, separates them, and then presses them together, watching in satisfaction as the bonds begin to release their captive comrade.

The rookie had positioned himself behind the crew. As the only one currently in any sort of armor, if there's a surprise attack from the rear, he supposed he could take a shot or two better than the rest. As such he find himself peering past the cluster of people in the hallway down toward the action, craning his neck to see what's going on and if any sort of help is needed.

Aurine Vang seems rather at home in the light, probably because her home world is surrounded by one big orgy of stars. So she walks into the room confidently. Feeling energized by the brightness and her rage fueled by hangriness, she turns directly to the Bothan flicking her hand to slam the interrogator's skull onto the floor. "Kriffing Bothans."

As Hadrix is released he initially drops to the floor, on his hands and knees. Spitting the speaking gag out of his mouth and then a lot of saliva and blood. "I hate this planet. I hate." Slamming a hand against the floor as he stands up, shakily, getting his bearings... "Thanks, Fifty Four..." looking between the rest, "Reporting for duty..." hock... spit. Blud.

Oran raises both brows as they stride into the torture chamber, but looks... perhaps... alarmingly unsurprised by all of it. What's he do exactly with people he arrests? Where's he at when captives come into the cells? Do all of them leave? Step one seems to be a brief check of the floor to make sure he's not going to step on any used needles or scalpels, then he walks over to the big man himself, taking chin in hand to peer at him for a moment. "Awfully poor grasp of target value in play here, AO-904," Oran observes. "Sorry about that. If they weren't completely stupid it'd have been me or Thrace." The restraints release and he holds a hand out briefly, gentling the drop to the floor, assisting with the back-to-feet, then a look up, down, up at Hadrix. "Don't fall. Don't die. Cheer yourself up, there's more Bothans to kill." Out the door and down the hall; he's taking the next available door.

For all her calm, Em moves forwards to place a hand on Hadrix shoulder. "C'mon soldier. One foot in front of the other and the drinks are on me when we get back."

Blinking at Oran's treatment of him, Hadrix's brow knits, "It's the correct choice if they're fools and they select the wrong target, sir... Gives you time to escape." he then looks to Emma, nodding, "Copy, lead. Only in death does duty end."

As Oran leaves the others to their devices, the door on the opposite side of the room bursts open. It's a gang of dudes! Bothan Dudes! Armed with clubs and stun-rods as they approach, barking in their native tongue. It's a clear message though, they want him to get on the ground with his hands up... probably.

Drath breathes easier when that Bothan is crushed against the wall, a sardonic chuckle coming to his lips as he twitches that vibrodagger to the side and sends the blood off onto the floor. The microvibrations tend to help with that! A glance is given towards Hadrix as his status is inquired to, followed by a nod and a smile. "Glad you're alright, Nine-Oh. Let's kill some Bothans." he decides, turning after Oran to cross the hall towards that other door. It's as he's going that those other Bothans emerge, and with a barely armed and unarmored roar he rushes forward, shoving his dagger into ones chest and pushing him backwards before it's jerked out and rammed into another's eye socket. He's been training. A lot.

Braxton attempts to follow in drath's lead, but has no weapon. He foolishly charges at one of the bothans, who dances easily out of reach, and his wild punches impact only empty air.

There was something oddly satisfying about the way that Bothan cracked. Aurine's heart is pounding with adrenaline as she takes a few steps forward, glancing at the bloody mess of a Bothan that is her finished work. Her first kill. With these hands. Aurine looks at them. They tremble with surprise at what they had just done. So when the Bothan bros barge in, she's caught off guard and her second attempt at doing the same to one of them is failed. Breathe, girl. Breathe.

Oran stalks out of the interrogation chamber as though, again, he owns this place -- and the appearance of a Squad of Dudes does nothing to slow him down. Blood from Drath's vibrodagger to somebody's eye splatter liberally all over him, and this is rewarded with an approving, "Good work," before Oran makes a brief, sweeping gesture like he's throwing dice (and being extra about it). Several necks snap with a sick chorus of wet cracking, and he ambles forward, continuing the group's progress.

Avery attempts to move up in the group to get a whack at one of the Bothan's pouring through the door. Unfortunately, due to his position in the way back of the group, he only manages to get about half way to the room before the last adversary is slumping to the floor. He looks around at the carnage and stoops to relieve a few of the unfortunate souls of their weaponry. After a minute or so he stands and turns, arms bundled full with guns. "Who needs something to kill with?" AV-1004 asks, handing out a mess of blaster pistols to whomever wants one.

Necks cracking, blood spraying, and bodies falling and then Hadrix leaping into the fray - medical bandages that would have been used to keep him from bleeding out used to tie scalpels and metal to his fingers as he leaps into the midst of those being killed the by the first order. Full Beserkergang as he leaps on one, pounding the bothan's head into itself and then using scalpels strapped to his hand to slash the stomach of the next open.

Once the blood has settled around them all, the weapons taken from the fallen by avery providing some support for further excursion. They didn't have a chance - but there is someone watching, the camera still stands. What will oppose the First Order next?

Necks cracking, blood spraying, and bodies falling and then Hadrix leaping into the fray - medical bandages that would have been used to keep him from bleeding out used to tie scalpels and metal to his fingers as he leaps into the midst of those being killed the by the first order. Full Beserkergang as he leaps on one, pounding the bothan's head into itself and then using scalpels strapped to his hand to slash the stomach of the next open.

Once the blood has settled around them all, the weapons taken from the fallen by avery providing some support for further excursion. They didn't have a chance - but there is someone watching, the camera still stands. What will oppose the First Order next?

At a computer station, elsewhere in the facility, covered in fake fur and proesthetics - a certain someone has started to catch notices of security alerts down in primary holding... and then an unscheduled prisoner release in interrogation. And sudden comm disconnections following screaming.

There's brief camera footage at least. Blondes and brunettes, and skinny short men waving his hands at things and straight destroying them...

Having finished up that gruesome business with the guards, Drath leans down and slides the side of his acquired vibrodagger across one of the dead's pants legs, wiping the blood from it before he shuts the vibration function down for the time being. "That was alarmingly simple." he remarks, standing up fully with the dagger at the ready as he starts for the other door that was across the hall. Now that this squad has come through it, there can't possibly be many dangers on the other side! "Now let's see if we can't find some way out of this place."

Braxton scoops up one of the offered pistols and prepares to move out. "I hope we can find a decent ship to commendeer in the name of the First Order. After of course, we deal with the resistance skum that did this to us," he says.

Avery checks the amount of shots on the pistol he kept for himself after dolling them all out, an eyebrow raised at the carnage that lie around their feet. "I'm just happy it was you all in the front... I didn't excel much in the kicky kicky, punchy punchy business in the creche." The fresh trooper peers at the door Drath was heading toward, the gun leveled and ready in case more baddies decide to pour through.

Disorientation sucks balls and Karys awakes with the room still slightly spinning as she gets a hand beneath her. "Kriffffff..." her f lingers after as she lifts a hand to her head to rub the heel of it into her eye socket. Grunting a moment she starts to roll over only to feel something warm and fleshy next to her. Her glove is all she has, no weapons, no armor and then ..Duke. She makes a face as she eyes him a moment and noting he's still out, she turns to her hip and gives him a hard shove with her hand. If that does not wake hims he begins to lightly slap him across his cheeks. "Wake up!" She hisses, trying nto to draw attention. Only when he starts to move does she push up and take a survey of the room.

Lockers. Gun lockers. "By all that is good.." She moves over, attempting to open one and frowns as it stays locked. She brushing dark hair from her eyes she glances around the room after trying a few more. Only then does she move to the terminal against the wall. Focused and given to the task, she has a few small troubles but the beep and whir of all the locks opening at once give and open. She grins a bit and glances back over her shoulder before moving to find herself her pistols..if they are there or something she can use.

Being knocked out by a lack of oxygen is for the bees, guys. And so it's lucky that Karys is dead-set on waking Duke back up. His blue eyes shoot open and he's in sentry mode real quick. Blink. Blink blink. "You alright?" he asks, moving to sit up and look the woman over as she tinkers with lockers. A hand lifts to rub at his temple and he clears his throat. "Find anything?"

Adrenaline still courses through Aurine's body and her hands shake slightly as she lets the troopies gather their weapons from lockers, dead bodies, what have you. "That was alarmingly simple," the Knight repeats in agreement with Drath. And then facing their lone exit where the guards had just come out of, she directs her Force energy toward detecting what might lie ahead. "It feels safe if we go down that way," she confirms, "But we need to tread lightly. Something's gunna happen ... like a storm is coming ..." No weapons for herself though. They're just be mighty useless in her possession. The lockers contain suits of stormtrooper armor... some very distinct suits of power armor. Hey. Look. Robes! And cylindrical goo gaws And when everyone's equipped Aurine begins heading in that direction.

IT are the unsung heros of the modern era and as such with the seemingly correct credentials she was allowed into among the most restricted areas in the whole place. Once in she first changes the passwords and access codes so anyone else anywhere inside meaning she now has the sole honor of access to the entire system AND she steals herself in to get herself some privacy. She spies Karys and company first and rolls her chair back to eyeball a large console, finding the correct intercom code and typing it in <<Hello my precious Vanguardlings. You all look like you're in a bit of a mess. You all will want to get a move on promptly>> only Karys and such can hear her at present- she makes sure the doors aren't locked or jam with this statment of the obvious.

Oran doesn't bother to break remaining cameras as he stalks down the hall, carefully stepping over broken Bothan bodies. He broke a few already - and if whoever is still watching is not deterred by what they've seen here, that's on them. They've been warned. Havoc's been cried, and the dogs of war are on the move.

Into the room where Karys and Duke are waiting; Oran raises his brows and remarks, "Oh. Thought we'd lost you," in a tone that suggests he's glad to see them.... but not as glad as he is to see a little certain something acquired after a brief locker rummage. Saber. In hand. Everything's better now. His brows lurch upward again at the sound of a very particular voice, and Oran gestures at wherever it's coming from to greet Domino, "Where were you when we were stuck in a bloody cell for roughly 800 standard years?"

Their equipment found! Karys's technical knowhow bypassing the need to arm themselves and hold position in case of more guards until finally getting the storage lockers open. They're open allowing the Vanguard and the Knights to robe, armor, and weaponize themselves as per their preferences.

When Domino's voice comes over comms, there is a click in the communication line. Lights dim for a moment, and the door across from where the Vanguard (and Knights) entered clunks as if trying to lock. *CLUNK* pause... *CLUNK CLUNK*

Meanwhile, in the command center a bothan woman toys with the fur hanging from her chin, sharp nails tracing patterns before she starts screaming in Bothese at others in the room.

Drath strolls on into that locker room, his dagger held at the ready, just in case. Reassurances from the Knights that there's no danger aside, training indicates to always be ready. Thankfully the Space Wizard hunch is correct, and Drath only finds Duke and Karys, a grin spreading across his features. "There you two are! Look at you, got put in the lucky cells." he teases, the Trooper approaching said lockers as they're opened up. "Oh good, I'm not quite confident with this thing just yet. Let's get kitted up and head on."

Pausing to turn his head towards the intercomm, Drath gives a soft hum of acknowledgement. "Just need a few to get geared up." And with that, he's grabbing that red armor from a locker, slipping the pieces back on over his body glove in a prompt, well-practiced fashion.

Braxton strolls in behind drath and smiles. "Good to see you both," he says, walking over and grabbing some armor. "You have any idea where our bothan friends are?" he asks. "We owe them a few blaster bolts," he says, slipping into armor.

Avery slips through the doors once the way is called clear, a bright smile catching his lips at the sight of his fellow troopers and aaaaaall their stuff. "Hey guys, happy you could make the party!" The rookie remarks as he moves quickly by and to the lockers, gathering his things to assemble in a relatively quick manner. An eyebrow lifts at Drath, his head turning skyward as if the recipient of his call out was located above. "Who ya talking to, Drath?"

"Just fine..I think. Nothing that is going to leave a lasting mark but lets suit up," she ticks her head over to the open lockers and grins at Duke just as the others come rolling in. "So glad you could join /us/." she says back to the others, smirking a bit as she tugs on armor and begins to get herself kitted out, choosing the pieces from the locker that holds her pistols. Once the holsters are on she slides the weapons into place, the twins. She glances up at Drath, giving him a smile before she is pushing hair from her face and tuggind own her helmet. The HUD comes on as it seals into place and she checks her COMMs, <<"Testing comms, eighteen over.">>

Hands trace her armor to make sure everything is snug and set into place before she is drawing her pistols, setting to kill from stun and looking at the charge on her cells. <<"Eighteen, ready.">>

Standing and moving over to the lockers, Duke goes through the motions of getting into that clunky, duraplast armor. Finally, he feels at home, again. Sliding the helmet on, DK-4077 reaches into the locker and grabs that pretty, black F-11D. Racking the priming lever back, he looks at the rest of them.

Aurine Vang does a little bit of sifting herself through the lockers, opting to find a light enough cloak to keep her warm and still agile! Slipping her long arms through the sleeves and pulling the hood over her head, she turns to the rest. "Glad you're both here to join us, but can we take this reunion to go? As our guardian computer angel said, we'll wanna keep moving." Someone is a little more antsy than usual! And it shows, for Aurine is already heading to toward their only exit.

Domino mmmms << I was doing my job, Numbnuts. If you hs TOLD me about this mission could have TOLD you it was a trap but no one tells me ANYTHING. An yet Here I am to make all the good boys and girls wishes come true. I will accept your grovelling and graitude later but presently there is a kill or containment squad on it's way down. I'm going to ry to contain them or direct them but I'd be more comfortable if you alll got out of the room with only a single entance please. >>

Domino switches then to intercoms near Hadrix's teams <<Hey Big guy, there's a strike team on it's way down. I'm going to try to redirect and slow them down but I can help guide you all out if you need.>> And then systemwide on the loudspeakers <<OOOOOHHH! I'm aallll alone with all the backup of all this DATA! NEAT-O! There are SO! Many! BUTTONS! Oooh, what does this big button do? Self...Distruct. Oooooh, I wonder what happens if I push it. MMM. I dunno. Maybe I shouldn't.. Mmm. But it's so BIG. An Shiny. An The same color as my favorite Booteelicious Flavor! It MUST Be a SGIN!>> effectively advertising her presence and location. Nevere fear people! PEACHES is on The Job!

"We had the situation /completely/ under control, /thank/ you," Oran informs Domino, while shoving his feet into boots. The lack of which prior to now suggests that it wasn't completely under control, but anyway. "Nonetheless, yes, I'm surprised, pleased, delighted, that our personable, friendly, /prompt/ intelligence asset is...." Pause. Listen. Head tilt? "...teasing the entire facility. Try not to get murdered before your own kill squad arrives, won't you?" To the rest of the group, Oran advises, "Keep moving. ROE is that if it moves and it's not us, don't let it walk away alive. Please and thank you."

"Copy that..." Hadrix responds to the comms as he finishes buttoning up, sighing as he feels his suit systems fully enclosing him. Home away from home. There's only one path to take for the strike team, the door that refuses to lock - leading up a short spiraled stairwell to an open landing, or perhaps it's only open because of the gremlins running rampant through the systems. A tri-way hallway is open to the force, the lights are dim, with emergency reds flaring - something to disorient potential escapees or invaders? There are no markings, but there are sounds coming from ahead and to the right of the First Order, the left hand hallway quiet.

• • • • • Meanwhile *****

"I do not CARE that you don't understand how they got into the system from that terminal! GET THIS PEACHES OUT! Get her! Subdue her, and have her taken to Central Interogation or I will have your head and your family shamed!" bothans in the command center move frantically

• • • • • One Wipe Disolve Later *****

Where Domino works, playing havoc, there is a signal, someone trying to hack into Dom's code, and it's rebuffed - like a man with no money and no prospects for the woman to weaponize for her own intentions...

Drath returns that smile to Karys, pulling his own helmet on and raising his E-11 to check for its charge levels. Vibrodagger slipped into his utility belt, and said utility belt adjusted slightly for comfort, he chirps out <<Ninety-One, all set.>> over the comms as the group starts for the exit to the locker room. << Intelligence operative. I wasn't aware she was on site, but I'm thankful she is. >> is chirped back to Avery.

Beginning to ascend the stairs, Drath raising his E-11, ensuring a line of fire directly in front of him in case they happen to run into said kill squad. << If that's ROA, perhaps we should attempt to ambush this squad as opposed to running from them. It would ensure our escape goes more smoothly when we find transport. >>

Braxton smiles as he puts armor on and heads up after drath. "1214, armed, ready, and willing to kick some resistance hind end," he says, keeping in formation and checking his blaster's charge.

Avery mouths, 'Ooooooooh...' when Domino's voice cracks in over the intercom speakers in the room. He chuckles and performs a final check on his armor, making sure each piece is fastened just so, before lifting his helmet into place. One sealed into place, the light glow of systems coming online greets AV-1004's regard. He taps the side of his helmet a couple of times as communications come online. <<"Uuuuh, 'Ten' here, ready and waiting.">> The rookie glances down at the charge remaining on his F-11D before moving after Drath and into the stairwell. <<"I'm on your six, Drath, and I'm always in favor of an ambush. Well, maybe not always... /most/ times in favor of an ambush.">>

Giving a nod to the others as Dom plays like a added member in their HUDs and internal comms, Karys moves then, falling quickly into place with Hadrix. She has nothing to stay so eighteen remains quiet as the flow of the Vanguard and the Knights lead them into the stairwell. <<"Nine-oh, on your right, eighteen.">> She touches and taps his right shoulder with her left hand and the grip of her pistol before falling into close step with him, enough room to duck or press back if need be but close to offer cover for her squadmate. She glances back at the others and then aside to Ninety-One. A nod of her head is given in silent acknowledgement of placement before she focuses ahead, the red glare of light painting the hall rather ominously.

Pulling his rifle to his shoulder, Duke's HUD flickers to life as he listens to the suggestions. "An ambush seems like the most prudent course of action. Fewer friendly lives on the line that way." With the Vanguard getting ready to sit and take a stand, Aurine positions herself behind their line, taking a moment to consider the tri-way hallway. Her tired eyes close again and she takes a deep breath, channeling her mind down each hall. Left hallway seems clear. Aurine feels the crest of a turbulent wave approaching down the center. And on the right a menacing presence charges, making her head pound so hard that her eyes pry open. "Put more firepower on the right. Something /big/ is coming down that way. Something ... mercilessly hungry ... ," she instructs, "Let's make sure the center is still covered though. Retreat to the left hallway if we must." And she too takes position, bracing herself for the on-coming conflict.

Domino gasps through the loudspeakers "You want me to give you head? How DARE You you!! I am a lady pure as snow before the TaunTaun comes. Just for THAT I am taking some soveigners. Lets see what you all have been up to! Eeny Minney...Mine! Ooooh, do your allies know what NAUGHTINESS you've been up too?" Seeing via the camera that they have their coms baack she calibrates com they keft charging in here for their own security guys and tunes it to the right frequency <<Don't worry about me, darlings. When I get bored I will take whatever data I get here and meet up with you later. I am still taking speciall requests so if you need anything all you have to do is ask Peaches. Your wish is my command. >> in the background over the comms is loud moaning and lewd sounds <<Kriffin hell! Mah Eyes! Eeew!>>

"As you like it," Oran defers to the plan of an ambush. "The best albeit limited cover here is in the stairwell area, otherwise the shape of the hallway places one in an alley or cross fire. If you disagree - as ever, I defer to your tactical judgement, but we're running out of time." He does pause, brow slightly lifted, for Aurine's danger report, about which he advises the rest of the group, "Take note."

A moment of pause to consider their intelligence asset, then Oran notes, "I've damaged a camera or two, but let us know what you can, as you have been - and download everything you can get. I want panic about this data breach to reach every level of this miserable fur-strewn alien hell-hole." With that, he steps into a shadow near the stairwell, and vanishes.

"Knight Arcantael has a correct measure of it." Hadrix notes and pauses, head canting, "Incoming intel, tight-beaming to HUDs." the big man looks for Oran... notes that he has disappeared and sighs with his externals turned off.

"Drath if they clear the corner blow the charges, we can move to use cover. Eighteen, Ninety One - duck on the stairs. Sev, take Ten move down the left hand passage - Peaches! Kill lights in the left hand hall!." the big man calls to Domino. "Prone and prep for long range cross-fire. Knight Vang, with them - they will need the forewarning if something creeps up their flank... Arcantael I hope will remain here as needed. I will hunker and be ready to assist where needed.

The steps down the hall, running hard. Heavier from the right than center. Two trios en route trying to stop the escapees. "Security team getting into place, we"

"Charge and draw them out, get them in the open."

"But sir...?"

"You heard me. Hit and fade."

"Aye..." the Security team leader sighs as he is given order, giving quick hand gestures, sending the team forward - not expecting an ambush... Mostly due to the fact that the security HQ is in chaos right now.

Drath emerges into the trio junction of a hallway, taking a moment to scan around him as the situation is taken in. <<Copy that, Nine-Oh. Setting charges...> the man mutters, reaching down and unclasping a pocket of his utility belt and reaching in, only to gome out with... Nothing. "Ahhh, kriff." he mutters softly. <<No charges in my kit. Moving to ambush position.>> he informs, moving back towards the doorway they'd emerged from and moving himself around the corner. Once there, Drath silently pops his head out from around the corner, the red lights going off in the hallway actually playing to his advantage as he trains his rifle down the right hall.

Braxton moves to hunker down next to drath, and readies his pistol. "GE1214, armed and ready," he states.

<<"Acknowledged, I'm on right.">> AV-1004 declares as he sprints over to the left passage and hunkers down, checking the HUD as his rifle comes to bear on his hallway of choice. He's sighting down the barrel preparing for the worst to come through the door when completely foreign sounds assail the comms. An eyebrow raises and he risks a quick glance over his shoulder to the group stacking up around him. <<"What was that, is she hurt? Domino, are you ok?">> He doesn't have time to hear a reply as the Security leader and his crew begin to enter the passage way. Avery grits his teeth and slowly works his finger over the trigger, waiting for the order to fire.

Given the order to duck and cover for the moment, Karys slips down at the top of the stares beside Drath and now Braxton. Her pistols remain ready as she duscks her head but with the three of them she can not quite find enough cover, in fact she is sticking out liek as ore thumb. She does her best though and the armor is unforgivingon the stares, clattering a bit and genuinely being a pain in the back end to try to hunker in. She grumbles to herself inside her helmet. The armor is more for coverage than the ability to fully move - trust me it doesn't work.

Domino sighs <<Cutie pie-I adore you but could you not use my name pleas? Thank you cutie. I am fine, just saw some things I'd rather not see. I'm not able to cut their comms without risking yours but I've'll box them in when thy approach.>>

Doors slamming behind them as they approach, causing the security team to slide to a halt at first, they turn left, to the right, one tries to work the door open. They panic and turn, firing at whomever they can see.

Pistols out and firing, Bothan sonic blasters send screeches of concentraited sound towards the stairs - Aurine, Duke, and Avery spared from being spoted due to distance and darkness. Chunks of masonry and even reinforcement re-bar are kicked up by the vibrational forces that threaten to shatter visors and rattle teeth out of their sockets. They're not very accurate shots. They're more paniced as well as Domino's actions to cut off escape causes the Kill Team's door to slam in front of them... the purpose of creating their kill-box routed, for now, and the others now open targets to the Vanguard.

Drath watches as the doors on his side of the hall hiss closed, a nod being given as the Trooper pivots in place and trains his rifle on the other side of the hall. <<Take them down before the other team can get to us!>> he calls out, the E-11 in his grip opening up from his position of cover and promptly vaporizing one of the security team as they approach with a volley of entirely too many blaster bolts. Shots punch through the torso plating, with the recoil creating a trail of sizzling wounds all the way up to the head. Overwhelming firepower is often the most effective approach!

Braxton ducks down and opens fire, spraying a couple blaster bolts at everything but the hapless resistance team he's aiming at. <damn!> he says.

As the first shots are fired in the engagement, Avery attempt to block out all the noise and locate his target. As one of the Security crew drops, he shifts and fires at the figure close behind. "Ok... don't miss...." He mutters to himself as he squeezes the trigger, a round bursting from his rifle to.... miss and scorch the wall near the startled enemy. Duke hears more muted grumbles sound from AV's helmet, his comms apparently having been silenced for this tirade.

The bolt that is aimed for slams into her shoulder, nearly sending her down another step. She lets out a sound, the comms barely picking it up as she rises up. Found out, she goes to her knees to provide a smaller target. Anger floods her and she focuses as her hands extend with both pistols. Squeezing off her first shots they go wide but enough fo the six land and she growls inside her helmet as the bolds lam into the second target, the bolts of her pistols lighting up some of the darkness. <<"One down.">> She quips inside her helmet as it comes out over the comms edged in her anger.

A target makes the distinct mistake of getting within range of Duke's F-11, and so it is with a single pull of the trigger that his enemy's chest explodes out of his back. <<Scratch one,>> the scout comms.

K-Team Bravo may have expected any number of things to occur here, especially when the ambush lights up with fire from the blaster weapons of the Order's finest. What they may not have expected would be for pieces of the stairwell to dislodge themselves by no clearly discernible means, flying free with deadly force and accuracy to pin one of the Bothans against the wall. He hangs there, impaled, twitching, pawing for a moment at the piece of railing, then he doesn't move again. Blood starts pouring down the rail-piece and dripping onto the floor, and Oran steps out of shadow. D omino advises via The Vanguard commlink <<Alright my vanguardlings, I see two clear ways out. The long way is easy breezy but they might think to try to greet you outside, or the quicker way there will be some resistance on your way out but it's more direct and the quicker way out. I can be your eyes OR a distraction but I can't be both. So pick a path and tell me what you need more-eyes or mayhem."

Gunned down, falling to boneless heaps, flesh and fur burning, the security team was less security and more target practice for the Vanguard. The transparisteel door that had kept the Kill-Team from acting is shattered by masonry and the rail piece sent like a spear.

The team leader, Alpha stands firm, though in utter shock at the building coming to life. He's frozen though when the hooded figure slips from the shadows, like some nightmare. The other, Charlie, just turns and starts running, calling out in terror as he tries to sprint for safety.

Hadrix waits, an Akk-Dog waiting to be sicced on the enemy, keeping himself in check for now, injecting himself with another counter-chemical pinch syringe, working the interrogation drugs out of his system, keep himself sharp.

Avery watches the area light up with the alternating colors of blaster fire, the forces that found themselves at the mercy of the team's ambush cut down by the mostly precise fire of the Vanguard. Once Drath's barrage fells most of the remaining enemy, AV brings his sights down on the last standing Security officer, a grin curling the corners of his lips as he pulls the trigger and shoots the wall.

Having stood up from his cover to fire, Drath watches behind that thin visor as the security team falls. Oran goes about opening up an avenue of fire on the other team, and so as that transparisteel door is shattered Drath turns his attention down the right hallway and opens fire. The first to fall is Charlie, Drath having perhaps a special disgust for cowards in his prioritized fire. As such, the fleeing Bothan is gunned down with extreme prejudice, which is followed by a volley of fire that soars into the leader's stomach. <<Quicker way. It'd be best to clear out what forces we can during our escape.>> the Trooper sends over the comms, continuing his march forward, despite the still-standing K-Team Alpha. Someone else will finish the job.

Braxton keeps shooting, and keeps missing, doing his best to follow drath down the hall.

Avery watches the area light up with the alternating colors of blaster fire, the forces that found themselves at the mercy of the team's ambush cut down by the mostly precise fire of the Vanguard. Once Drath's barrage fells most of the remaining enemy, AV brings his sights down on the last standing Security officer, a grin curling the corners of his lips as he pulls the trigger and shoots the wall. More time in the shooting gallery for this recruit, it seems as more curses are muted by his silenced comms.

Growling still, Karys lets loose another flurry of fire, half of it not aimed as she squeezes off shot after shot upon the figure that Drath nearly downs. Well he is down now even if her accuracy is up the river without a paddle. She gets there somehow. Narrowing her gaze inside her helmet she lowers her guns when he goes down and then glances about, as if preparing for more. Slowly she rises and steps forward, checking her cells and ready to pop them to clip in two fresh ones.

Stepping out of line, Duke moves from contact to contact making sure that they are, in fact, gone for good. Kicking at one of the Bothans and rolling him onto his back, Duke kneels down and checks his pulse. <<We're clear,>> he comms to the rest of the team.

Domino comms in <<Alllright, so there's a door to your right. Thought that door, two lefts, and you'll hit a courtyard. There's a skeleton crew out there if you sprint for it it's a short sprint ant once you clear the entryway you should be clear. IF you need a distraction I need approximately five minutes-otherwise it looks like just running-I've made sure the door and any nonsentient security measures won't work.>>

"As Ninety-One indicates, Intel Asset, we are taking the shorter and more direct route," Oran confirms over coms to Domino. "We'll cut our way out. Provide mayhem if it's convenient, but what we'll need presently is safe extraction or else we'll have to cut our way through the entirety of Drev'starn city. A ship unmoored from its security, hangar and exit-vector codes, whatever it takes, I trust your creativity. As well as your exquisite sense of self preservation; rendezvous with us when the risk of doing so becomes reduced. I am not leaving you behind in hostile territory. No one stays on Bothawui." Through the door, two lefts, courtyard!

Oran Arcantael presses the button on his cylindrical lightsaber hilt causing the crimson red energy beam to slide back down with a protesting squeal.

Drath turns the safety of his BlasTech E-11 blaster rifle back on, and lowers the weapon from its readied position.

Moving on the shorter, though more dangerous route. The Vanguard and the Knights move through the bowels of the Bothan Intel Base - With the alerts sounded red-strip lights are engaged along the floor, providing difficult lighting for eyes not capable of handling lowlight, or equipped for it.

From time to time a blast door is cut into the poured duracrete walls, remaining shut or opened by the sassy benefactor as the hallways twist and bend with the intention to confuse. Guidance from Peaches has helped avoid a few traps, and at least one security patrol.

The path has led to a hallway with no branches and only a transparisteel door that has been electronically fogged - blocking sight in and out.

Avery manuevers through the hallways, rifle propped at his hip for any reactionary fire if needed. His emerald eyes scan back and forth as they move, locking on each doorway they pass in case said door were to suddenly slide away and reveal any number of angry Bothans or other equally angry individuals. When they reach the door, the rookie backs up against the wall near the panel, glancing from one squad mate to the next. <<"Thanks for the directions, Peaches. Want me to get this door or can you handle it on your side?">>

Now that they have their weaponry back, anything is possible! In this case, anything includes getting off this damn planet, and so that's what Drath is attempting to do with the rest of the squad. Stalking forward through the halls in formation, he comes to a stop in front of that closed door, E-11 resting at ease in his grip as he turns his gaze across the surface and hums a disappointed hum of disappointment. <"No idea if the charges I brought are graded for this sort of obstacle or not."> he admits after a moment over the comms. <"Would probably attract attention anyway."> As blowing things up so often does.

Domino sends discretely to our heros comms, <<Heads up, Vandarlings, there I spot five hostiles beyond the door using tables for covers. The east door is to the Lift-which woulld probably be bad-and the North door at the far end of the door past those Bothans is the motor pool. You all have some unfriendlies on your tail but can't tell how many.>>

<<"Alright, I'll see if I can get us a room with a view.">> AV-1004 states, slinging his rifle and turning to the panel. A few key punches and beeps later and the frosted side facing them shifts to clear, the opposite facing side remains obscured. In other words, we can see them, but they can't see us. <<"Looks like I got it, now what do we have here....">> Avery mutters, turning away from the panel to peer through the defrosted door.

Karys stands apart as the door is handled. Double checking her HUD and helmet, she rubs at the sore spot of her neck eneath the glove. Its chafing. Not the most comfortable even if it protects her. She glances from one fo the next, not really having anything to do. She checks her power cells and narrowing her gaze at their less than half rating she grunts. Shifting back on her feet she raises her pistols to point at the ceiling and slowly turn about to make sure they are not going to get another surprise.

Avery is correct, the troopers can see the Bothans who are sitting, ready to fire, looking to one another and then the door unaware of their being observed.

The work done by Avery leaves a gap in security as well with the re-working of the fogging system. An opening that Domino can immediately spot as well from the digital side of things.

The door can be opened, but who will do it? And will the second security team catch up before they do?

Hadrix doesn't know, himself, he's woozy from being interrogated, and is following other leads for the moment.

After counting the number of Bothans hiding in the next room, Avery looks up at the other three, an obscured eyebrow raised. <<"What should we do? Pop it open and go in guns blazing, shutting and locking the door behind us? Or take care of the chasing team and engage these guys if they decide to try to move up?">> The rookie asks, wishing to hear what the more experienced, and frankly more prepared, Stormtroopers suggest. He listens quietly, trying to estimate how long they have before the team from behind arrives. <<"Sounds like the group from behind will be getting here in about fifteen seconds, or so. (5 rounds)">>

Watching as the tech goes to work, Drath keeps his eye on the door while Karys watches the rear, ensuring a ready line of fire in case the door ends up opening. Nodding at the defrosting that occurs, Drath steps forward, stacking himself on the right side of the door and pressing up against the wall as he points across at the opposite one. <<"Lefties on my side, righties on the other. Keep close to the wall, they'll be expecting us to come in directly down the center, and stay stacked closely to minimize targeting area.">> That said, a motion is given to the door controls. <<"Let's deal with these, and see if we can't lock the blast door down behind us to slow the rest down. There's no guarantee they won't just open it up anyway and hit us from the rear while we engage the chasing team. Prep for ingress.">>

Domino considers << I've knocked out the Comms, I don't see much way to divert them I haven't already tried but hopefully technical difficulties will help. Also, I'm just wondering if there's any reason NOT to break things wholesale once you all escape? >>

When Drath moves to the right side she goes to the left she glances to the two working at the door. Stepping quicly forward once they get it open she reaches int and sets side her pistols within quick reach. "I am going to set it to delay open, so be ready. Stripping a wire she crosses it over another and cutting past the insulation she taps it in a little further up and then watches it spark. "Five seconds!" she calls out and then steps back, grasping up her pistols and runs for the other side of the door from Drath. Pressing her back up against it, ready to use the side as cover and fire into their opposition.

Domino advises our heros << I've jammed the motorpool doors open so you all can get out. DO NOT WAIT for me. I have some things to tie up here and I will check in with you all later. If something comms up Comm channel 6 but do not relay sensitive information on that channel. This is your mistress of mayhem signing off to do some bad things to some bad people. Godspeed, vanguardlings. >>

Within the security room, the northern door snaps open suddenly, a shower of sparks and a metal groaning sound following as they jam and metal gears fuse from friction heat. Further down that hallway, more doors open, and then a rumbling sound that draws the attention of the security team.

Turning and preparing to fire on instinct, leaving their backs exposed, their security chief, Ku'Fis begins hollaring in bothese into his commlink, smacking it, and then looking to the others who give a communal "Ah... shavit" sort of look.

As set by Karys, the doors snap open one or seconds after they realize, revealing black armored men and woman, and they're probably none too happy.

<<"Copy, Peaches - 904 acknowledges">>

'Ten' nods and sets himself against the wall opposite Drath, his rifle shifted to point at a target across the room so when the doors slide open he's set and ready to go. Avery quietly counts out the seconds to himself and when he reaches 'zero' the doors snap open with a sharp 'hiss'. The rookie files forward, sighting down his barrel and squeezing the trigger to send a blaster bolt flying toward the ambushed Bothan. The shot slams into his target's right arm, damn near tearing the appendage from his body with the force of the impact. AV-1004 moves into the room and continues the attack, shifting into cover where he may.

Drath is waiting for those doors to fly open, the crimson-armored trooper holding his rifle sighted towards his chosen target. As soon as the doors open up, Drath sights down the most well-equipped enemy, sending multiple blaster bolts flying into the back of the Bothan without mercy. As the soon to be corpse falls, he continues his shots, having lined himself up at the proper angle to hit another Bothan at the same like of fire, a flurry of bolts careening into the unsuspecting alien as they gaze at the space behind them.

Karys is not as prepared as the other two and as she comes up she scowls a she tries to help focus fire. So many of her shots miss that her ire is growing little by little. Hissing inside her helmet she steps forward to find better cover and a better vantage point. She has done little to help though dropping an injured does mean less to shoot back. She then glances as her compatriots. Another round of shots out of cover and she's going to need to reload.

Domino gathers the harddrives or datachips from anything she's not been able to copy in the time available and then checks one of th advacent rooms to make sure it's clear. She unscrews the vent to an air duct and with some awkward crageless wiggles gets herself, her backpack, her haversack, and her dufflebag through the vent into the next room-fortunately everyone's busy with runaway prisoners to care about some thumps in an airvent. She shrugs on her gear, checks her disguise, and Then peers out cautiously before stepping out and and grabbing a manilla file folder and adopting an urgent trot-no one ever stops military couriers with harried looks! While the Vanguard are meteing out righeous justice Domino is scampering about visiting the highlights of the structural integrrity tour that she made note off while she had access to the layout of the building when she was plugged into central command. Where possible crates, cabinets, anything she can move to conceal the explosives before moving to the next until she is out except for the explosives she always carries on her for personal use. This done she makes her own way towards the Motorpool. <<Ok team murder it is time to vacate the premise and I do not advise stopping to sightsee. Please advise when you are...oh...two thousand meters from the compound please.>>

Following the blasts of energy, liquid fire archs to soak one of the Bothans who still stands, lighting fur and clothing alike as the poor sentient drops to the floor, rolling around, scraping at his fur an trying to get the flames off of him.

The only one remaining standing, looking very concerned with his situation, turns and opens fire at the one the most blaster bolts are coming from.

His bolts blasting past and scoring carbon marks on floor and cieling. He frowns and looks for his exits, and then at the Vanguard, eyes widening.

The remaining two Bothans turn and open fire on the squad as they make their way into the room, Avery ducks as a bolt flies overhead and sights on the one that rolls about on the floor. He kind of feels bad about shooting such an easy target, but as the bolt burns a hole through him and the man lies still, he only considers what he would have done to the countless innocents if he had been allowed to live. He continues on, gun turned toward the last remaining trooper as the Vanguard opens fire.

<<"We don't have time for prisoners.">> Drath chirps over the comms in a deceptively calm voice, the implication clear as he opens fire on the remaining Bothan in the room, who apparently manages to find quite the effective spot of cover. Regardless of this setback, Drath advances into the room itself, apparently perfectly willing to move on and leave this remaining Bothan behind them. Or rather, to open fire on him while they move again. Hopefully his team mates will mop up his dodgy mess!

Domino advises as she approaches the motorpool <<Do not shoot the Rude Gesture!>> she peeks cautiously to see if the firefighting is done, or concentraited to one area.

Whatever is happening with Karys today she is looking like she might just walk up and slug the guy with how close she starts to move. Her last shot finally hits and she hisses in her helmet. KRIFF! She is growling a bit, enough to build up the heat in the helmet. Her gaze narrows behing that visor and lets out a sound that can be picked up on the comms as likely vexation. The pistoleer glances at their targets, power cells dropping as she quickly reloads in case more firepower is needed - they show low.

Domino hesitates before drotting out flashing the one fingered salute with both hands <<Don't shoot the rude one! C'mon let's go!>> Domino, of course, still looks like a Bothan officer but only she would run around waving the one fingered salute "We have just over three hundred seconds and change to get far, far from here. I suggest we go!>>

The Vanguard mow down the Bothan putting himself out, and the security chief is spun to land atop him, more fire from the flamer cauterizing the wound issued by Karys, and then making more of them.

<<"Move out, two on a side, Ten watch rear with me, Ninety-One, Eighteen, point.">> and with that, not bothering to poke around, the big man starts hustling for the northern door.

The path is clear, thanks to Domino, and a series of Bothan Intelligence ground vehicles are present, including a pair of sleek air-speeders.

Drath's hunch that his allies would finish off the last Bothans in the room, the Trooper only partially directing his attention in that direction to ensure movement has stopped as he moves on through. The hallway is open, which is nice, and as such Drath forms up and heads on down it with the others into the motor pool. <<"They're all rude!">> he declares over the comms, approaching one of the air speeders and stowing his rifle in it before he pulls himself into the pilot's seat and starts to engage the systems. <<"Doubt these will get us off-world, but they should get us away from here in a hurry. We got a second pilot?">>

When the creature is lit up by Hadrix, the bitter non personal revenge is found and she narrows her gaze. Watching him burn with a sort of self satisifed enjoyment. Karys turns her head then and hurries forward to take point with Drath - leaving her empty cells behind as the others whir and click into place to power up her pistols. <<"Copy. Eighteen taking position.">> She glances over at Drath and they hurries forward, one pistol poised upwards and the other pointed out for first contact need.

Domino stops and stares at the group <<You all are here without an extraction vehicle?! REALLY?! Oooh, when I find Asscantael..." she growls "We will sort it out, if necessary we can find someplace safe to hide and I will just go buy or steal something.>> she sighs << Anyone need First Aid? I'll ride with whoever's got wounded. Or booze.>> she trots closer to climb aboard one of the speeders.

<<"We were knocked unconscious, and I assume the shuttle we were coming in was stolen by the Bothans - Peaches... Ease up">> Hadrix comes to Oran's defense fairly quickly.

Among the others, at least one knight can fly, and there's a TIE pilot as well to handle that. The big man simply climbs into the air speeder, weapon drawn in case of people inside and looks to the other, <<"I can co-pilot if you need, you're experienced Ninety-One... Hop aboard Peaches.">>

Its still quiet in the motorpool for now, the doors jammed open by Domino's manipulation, but it won't be long before the Bothan backup get here.

Domino blinks and grimaces <<These worthless bantha fuckers are **SO** going to pay for that.>> She climbs on and foor all her badassery otherwise she flails and struggles and has to be hauled into the damned speeder because: girly arms.

Climbing into the speeder, she glances over at the others and finally Domino. <<"We are going, just sit tight.">> But trouble can still come around the corner so her weapons remain out as she gets her knee into the seat and spreads her other leg wide to brace herself. Once there, Karys nods to Drath and looks ready to shoot anything that will give them trouble. New power cells means a lot of blasting ready to happen.

This is apparently not a speeder model Drath is familiar with, the vehicle engaging and hovering off the motor pool floor for a moment as the repulsorlifts engage. <<"Copy, hold on.">> he chirps over the comms, the ship being pressed into accelerating. Unfortunately, it moves a lot faster than anticipated, in ways that aren't antcipated for the size of it. He thought it'd handle like a bomber! Thankfully there's a co-pilot, but it's likely there's a bumpy ride out of that pool they've found themselves in.

The speeder is fast, and Drath pilots the craft rapidly out and away from the compound left below. Flying up to join any existing traffic around the planet, the craft is kept in the fairly populated travel lanes, ensuring cover while the suqad works out their exact method of getting offworld. <<"Can anyone check local Order frequencies? Peaches, did you have a method of egress lined up? We may get someone willing to scoop us up and take us out of atmosphere.">> Of course, the speeder won't work, but it helps that they're out of the immediate dangers down below.

Domino is on her datapad, doing her best as she's rattled and shook on the ride "Working on it.." They barely cross the desired distance before there's a sudden flash, a plume of smoke-the shockwave hits them first, for the pilot's it's briefly like hydroplanning for everyone it's like being thumped solidly on the back by the air itself. THEN the sound arrives with a sharp BANG followed by a low bassy rumble of the collapse of the building. Dom cusses as she's knocked on her face mid-call "Damnit, Haagaal! I'm here I'm just BUSY! Yes! Fine! I will set up a server for your camgirls and I'll do it wearing dancing outfit! MAKE THE KRIFFIN CALL or I will take the ship and you can bill the cartel!!" << I got us a ride, uploading the directions to the nav systems >>

The ride is a doozy, when things are prepared for the air-speeders that come careening into the port directed to by Domino. A lot of ships are lifting off, and a lot of public service craft are headed towards the collapse of a building near the center of the city. It's pandamonium but at least it's also cover for escape.

But there is a barge, large enough for the speeders to be flown into, with precious little room left, before it lifts off. Domino is allowed to leave the speeder, the Vanguard and the Knights are to remain aboard, at least until they make it to Nar Shaddaa, the price of passage? Two Bothan Intelligence air-speeders... possibly Domino being a hutt's arm candy for an event. You never now. She probably wont. Unless the Hutt needs her to hack something while posing as a giggling bimbo. So she probably will.