Log:From the Ashes Part 2

The Guavian Death Gang attempts to retake its prize, the Rebel Assault Frigate Renegade from the Explorers Guild.

OOC Date: February 22, 2016
Location: Renegade
Participants: Old Explorer's Guild, Rax Vaelus, Oriana, Russ Ordo, Zaena, Ysille Vale, Hex, Kelnas, Luka Krante, Oozlevort, Alana Zee, Guavian Death Gang

It's been 46 hours since the Renegade reverted from hyperspace near Nav Bouy Falkas-Besh-67205, on the very edge of known space near Dantooine. The hyperdrive of the Renegade was cooked escaping from Netherworld's gravitational grip, and the ship has been listing for nearly two Coruscanti days. Explorers were dispatched back to the Republic and Hutt Space to gather reinforcements, and at least a few have answered the call. Notably, the Mandalorian Reviver Russ Ordo, and the Rebel Yeller Kelnas also arrived, offering assistance to the foundered ship. As mechanics work on the engines, the Nav Bouy has lit up, indicating that ships are locked on, and inbound.

The next step in this adventure yet again has Oriana suited up in some armour, and a weapon in hand. Like last time she is going over all her things, making sure all is in working order. Knowing there is probably a good chance for danger, she is on the more serious side as she works, leaned up against a wall with ankles crossed. Every now and then those big spiced-brown eyes would look up and around and then back down. When she is happy that all is in working order, her rifle is set to a ready and she awaits the next step.

Down in engineering, Ysille's shaking her spanner at the hyperdrive motivator. "Come on, Renegade, you can do better than that!" she says, trying to coax it to finish its diagnostic, giving the corridor a worrisome look as news of the approach of incoming ships. Getting down to her knees, she crawls into one of the tubes near the motivator and begins examinging the damage inside, checking wires and circuits and all that technical stuff.

Zaena holds a light for Ysille, who's working on a bit of a hyperdrive submotivator, or some other doohickey as she understands it, at least. "Well," she says. "It sounds like there might be trouble on the horizon," she says. "So I'm here to make sure that the crew here in engineering doesn't have no backup at all, I suppose." She's got a DL-44 in her other hand, and so Zaena is now armed and mildly dangerous.

Having heard of people in need, Kelnas decided to sign up. he hadn't been up to much anyways. Now as he steps into the derelict ship. the Wroonian whistles softly as he double checks his gear. "Damn...nice find here."

Hex is with Oriana, undergoing a similar equipment check in a competent, businesslike way. "If my parents had warned me about the kind of friends who get you into trouble," he teases her, "I'm certain they would have meant you." He grins, snapping his checked and cleaned weapon back into readiness. "Too bad they didn't."

Russ blasts into the sector in the Thunderheart, he is not much of a pilot but at least he has learned a little from watching his sister work. And with how much the Mandalorian Revivers have been through lately getting The Malachor here at short notice would have been near impossible. Although he still does not truly know why he is here, he is just responding to the call for help, that sounded like it may have some people that he knows involved in the works somewhere.

Luka Krante has it pretty easy equipment check wise. He has none to check! Instead he stands about in the back of the group near the folks being all engineer holding a flash light to illuminate a doohickey thingamabob configurator. or something. but he is here!

Oozlevort is not helping with the hyperdrive repair. Rather the short Gand is on the bridge watching out the viewport. As the nav buoy lights up, he peeks over at the sensor displays. "This Gand wonders who is coming."

Rax Vaelus is standing in the landing bay, a blaster pistol in his hand. "For the love of the Living Force, what I wouldn't give for a sharp piece of metal in my hand right now." Shaking his head slowly, the blue-eyed leader of the Explorers looks up as the ship suddenly announces, "Warning, signatures reverting from hyperspace. Point defense systems offline. Turbolaser batteries, offline. Tractor beams, offline. Ion cannons, offline. Humor circuits, surprisingly still active."

There's a pause of silence, and Rax glances up, "Uh...thanks, computer. I guess." Turning, Rax points a finger at the others, "All right, here they come! We're going to force them through that door." Rax points at the main entrance to the landing bay. "If we fight them out here, we expose ourselves to heavy ordinance from their ships." Turning and jogging for the door, he points at the console on the wall, "We need a slicer on the terminal on the other side of this wall. The longer we can keep the door closed, the longer we give our engineers to get the doors open, and we'll force them to cut through." He gestures with his pistol, "If you've got good ideas for our defense, now's the time to voice them."

Ysille uuugggs as the speakers announce the turbolasers are off line as well, "Are you kidding, Renegade? You couldn't have told me the lasers were down say, any time before now?" She hits the wall with her spanner and finds a nut to twist. "Zaena, how's that diagnostic report, is it still stuck on 83 percent?" she wonders, calling down the crawl space to where the lawyer's holding the glowbulb. Gritting her teeth, she spies a fried circuit and starts splicing some wires together.

"I'm sorry?" Oriana mocks offence to Hex, eyeing him. "I am the bad influence? -Me-?! For the love of.." She trails off, muttering in her native tongue briefly. "I'm more like your saviour, you realize that right? You'd not eat without my pocketbook at least!" She grins some and looks over the others, eyes fix on Luka a second and then go to the green twi'lek at her side with a side. "Hex, you're job is making sure he doesn't get his ass kicked." She nods to the kid without armour. "That's an order." And for a second there, that military side comes out, because she -was- giving him an order, because she can.

"Kelnas," She greets that familiar blue face with a lift of her blaster. "Been a while, and I see you're in one piece. I'm a bit amazed, to be honest, figured some woman would have slapped you silly by now." With a snicker she goes to look up as the voice sounds and nods, then looks to Rax and pushes from the wall going to move forward too, her stride though graceful, is also strong with a military edge. "I got an adhesive grenade, but that may be a last chance option I don't have the fix on me only specialized military but I can get my hands on some." That's at least, an offer of an option.

Zaena heads over to the terminal where Ysille had directed her to, to see if she can try to manipulate the computer systems to display the requested information. "We're not going to be online anytime soon, Ysille," she says. "If we want to stop them before they land," she says, turning the display to show the RED ALERTS for the frigate's power systems, "we'll have to do it in space," she says. "It's not up to me, but it seems like a choie between launching and trying to stop them with what vessels we have," she says to Ysille, "or perhaps setting a trap aboard ship if they land." She shrugs, down in Engineering with just Ysille, it's not like she's directing who's around.

"What's the situation?" she asks. "Do people want to hit them in space or set a trap for them on board the ship?"

Listening to Rax, Kelnas offers a matched pair of knives. "You can have these if you want. not as fancy as your light stick, but they work." Looking to Oriana, the Wroonian grins and nods, making a not so subtle attempt to lean forward and look around her to her posterior, Kelnas finally responds. "Looking good yourself Nines. No slapping yet." There was more to be said, but Rax is giving futher instructions and Kelnas nods to the big man. "I'll go where you want me Rax. But I'm better in close."

Hex's brow lift innocently at Oriana's mock outrage. "I'm just a good Ryloth boy led astray by your adventures." But there's business to hand, and he nods at her request to keep Luka safe. "Understood," he says simply. "Luka, if there's fire, get behind something and I'll try to make sure you don't get fried." As for tactics at large, he shakes his head at Rax. "If we get enemies all up in the mix I know where to point my weapon, but I'm not any help if you need slicing or mechanics. Or flying. Or ship guns." It's a limited skill set.

Russ is dressed in full armour as he departs the ship. His armour looks like it has seen better days, the normally pristine paint marred and scarred obvious patches in other places note where the armour has being punctured. He moves a little stiffly from his injuries but he carries his pistols in his hands as he slowly jogs foward. "Well what a group to find all the way out here. What the hell is going on?"

Luka Krante raises a brow at Oriana when she instructs Hex to look after him, but gives the Twi'lek a grin in response to his suggestion. "I'll just crouch behind Orianna's butt. It's big enough" He probably shouldn't sound so chipper being unarmed and armored in a situation like this, but he does. "if we manage to get the ships weapons online I can give them a try."

Oozlevort gives a start on the bridge as new signatures drop out of hyperspace. "More salvage claimants?" The Gand hustles down several floors to the hangar bay and is stopped by Rax's defense in the narrow corridor. "This will be a difficulty if they are Guavian Death Gangsters."

As the enemy ships grow larger beyond the starboard energy field holding atmosphere inside the landing bay, Rax gestures beyond the blast door. "All right, everyone on the other side!" Hitting the button to start closing the doors, the Guavian ships close in at high speed for the landing bay, obviously meaning to make 'hard' landings. Looking to Luka, Rax nods, "If you think you can get a turbolaser mount online, by all means do so. Otherwise, continue defending this rear position." He gestures toward Ori.

Pointing at Russ, Rax nods, "You're our center of defense. We focus our covering fire efforts on you. Your job is to draw as much attention as possible and be as much of a distraction as you can be." Walking toward a few crates that have been set up for just this occasion, Rax points to Hex as he passes, "Just keep firing, Hex. That's all we need. These guys have a second heart, so if you drop one, don't assume she's dead." Crouching into cover, Rax grins at Kelnas, "I appreciate the offer, but knives just don't work well for me for some reason. Never could figure out why."

Lifting his wrist, Rax comms, "Zaena, how's the engine team doing? We've got three transports inbound--" A pair of loud, screeching crashes from the closing door announce the arrival of their assailants. "--Make that arrived. We're holding them in the Central Mid Corridor. Fallback position is Central Aft Corridor. After that, we're right on top of you, so work fast."

Finally, to Ori, Rax points, pausing. "Don't die." Then he's got his blaster up and aimed at the doors. "Anyone with slicing skills, we could use you on that terminal next to the door. They're probably going to try to hack in. If we can deny them that, they have to cut."

Oriana leaves the joking behind with Hex, because business gets serious. Though Kelnas, well she can't -not- reply. She shakes her head and laugh at this. "Judging by your skin colour your serious case of blue balls as spread, word to the wise, next time you come across a woman try using her name and not the number you give her backend and your little problem may be fixed." She'd pat his arm, in a sympathetic way. Looking over as Russ joins he gets a nod and quick salute "Glad to see you here." She says to him with a smile. Nothing is said directly to Luka but she speaks loud enough for him to hear, as she regards Hex. "Forget what I said, let him get shot." It's not an order but her tone is close enough to one.

And then Rax makes a joke, she relents and shakes her head but grins, because it -is- amusing.. "Men. Really." There is no winning, plus, her back end must really be something for this attention. That's when she turns to follow, quick and steady on her feet to the crates, a hand goes to her grenades to remind herself that they are there and looks to Rax again, giving him a bit smile. "I've got no plans on it, knowing my luck I'd happen just walking Nar.." She rolls her eyes at that. "But, you don't die either. Or, you deal with me. I'm worse than death."

Ysille seems to have some success in splicing the blown circuit. She pauses for a moment, admiring her work before wrapping it all up in black tape. "Well, that's done!" She smiles to herself, proud of her achievement before she scoots out of the tube and finds diagnostic is only at 84 percent. "Hmmm, this won't do," she says with a frown. She heads over to the engineering section's computer and pulls up a datatape to slot in. 'So you want to repair the hyperdrive. Step 1 of 3,942.' "Thank the maker, instructions!" she chuckles, and starts reading the table of contents.

Looking at Russ, Kelnas calls out. "Not to take center stage from you bud, but you want a hand with the distraction? It's that or I stand back and throw random bits of debris while making Girly noises." Looking back to Ori, the Wroonia looks shocked as he replies. "Nines! I'm shocked. That's Racist!" and the Kelnas os off once more readying himself for incoming.

Hex listens intently to Rax as he issues directions. It's a military sort of attention, ready to do what he's told without arguing about it or suggesting different alternatives. His lekku stir in surprise at the mention of the enemy beings having two hearts, but he just processes this and nods, "Good to know. Understood. Luka? Get yourself behind some cover so you live long enough to learn what not to say to women." A grin, then he takes up position, ready to fire when the time comes.

Russ nods to Rax, the helmet he wears obviously completely emotionless. "That i can do. I am a pretty good distraction. I'll try and hold them back long enough for whatever you are trying to do here." He turns slightly and looks for the best place to be center of attention but also have cover. He nods to Kelnas "Sure i'll take all the help i can get. Just don't stand too close. I need a little bit of room to work."

"A woman!?" Luka gasps in mock outrage. "I'd not say such things about a lady. She hardly counts" he counters to Hex, but moves to find a nice stout crate to hide behind when the sound of the ship landing makes it seems a bit too late to try and fire up a turbo laser. And then Kelnas just blurts out his secret tactic and he sighs and mutters. "Hysterical screaming is so underrated"

From beyond the blast door, no sound emerges. As soon as they shut, the corridor went silent, save for the gentle hum of the ship, the orders being given, and the jokes being cracked. No one is at the door terminal, so there is nothing to obstruct anyone from being able to see the green symbols turn yellow, and then orange. A warning starts to flash in the corner...

And then the doors rush open, shouting in four different languages greeting the defenders. Two medium transports can be seen beyond, but, more immediately, eight Guavian Death Gangers are attempting to rush the defensive positions in a reckless charge. Each one is practically frothing with rage, and metal plates appear to have been bolted onto the flesh of several of the middle. One has a large, glowing red eye, while another, near the left side has...four spider-like legs that clatter unnaturally fast. His huge, sloshing form rocks back and forth as he roars, raising an axe!

Rax narrows his eyes and levels a shot at the Spider Ganger, unleashing plasma as he yells, "FIRE AT WILL!"

She watches them come in, eyes narrow some. From behind her crate Oriana peers taking a second to assess them. With the command to fire at will, well she does just that. Shifting for a better advantage she pokes around a crake, brings up her rifle and aims, letting a shot go. It hits a mark him in the shoulder at the plate bolt but he still looks impassive.

Ysille scrolls through the document, looking for their particular hyperdrive symptoms in the TOC of the manual. "Hmmm, 'Doesn't Work' isn't in the FAQ," she laments, glancing back to Zaena as the sound of blasterfire echos through the corridors. "Think we should seal that bulkhead?" she wonders, before getting back to her quick study of the manual. "Oh, this might be important: In case of jump within gravity well, the Hyperdrive monitor circuit may overload, causing the secondary buffers to implode." The wroonian winces. "Implode, huh.." She looks around for some scrunched up buffers and spots them. "I think we're on the right track here," she says, kicking away her chair as she runs to the parts room looking for new buffers for the hyperdrive monitor.

Zaena looks concerned as the muffled sounds of the battle boom through the ship. She reaches to steady herself a moment, and then listens to the comm. "All right," she says. "We're doing what we can here, but it's slow going. Will keep you updated. Let us know if you want backup at the Central Aft Corridor."

She shakes her head at Ysille. "I don't think so," she says. "We need to keep them open, so we can provide backup when they need it," she says, after a moment of indecision.

Having found himself a nice shadows niche in the hallway Kelnas tuced himself into it and pulled the cloak up around himself. as the Death gangsters rushed past, the Wroonian stepped forward and grabbed one of the goons by the shioulder. Blades working in unison, Kelnas strikes rapidly first strike slicing across the tendons of the dominant arm, the second strike is aimed at the kidneys but deflected. the third skitters across what armor is available on the goon before the fourth finds purchase across the back of the man's neck. Pulling him close, Kelnas bites the blade deep and twists, severing the spinal comlumn before he lets the man drop.

Hex's demeanor is calm as he takes aim from behind his cover crate - not that this is no big deal, but it's clearly not his first rodeo, either. Lekku tucked neatly against his back, he aims and fires at the same target Rax damaged, the nasty, four-legged spidery thing. It's a good, solid hit that packs some damage, but not enough to halt the thing completely. "Tcha! Miserable, dust-eyed bunlicker," he grumbles as it reels but doesn't go down. "You haven't got the decency to just curl up and die like a good freak?"

"Welp.. guess I should at least appear to be useful," Luka dictates to himself before pushing off of his crate and scampering over to one of the gunnery arrays off the corridor to duck inside so he can attack the computer terminal within. Clickity clack! His fingers go snickersnack on the keys as he tries to diagnose and maybe even fix those big ass lasers. Big ass lasers will help, for sure.

Russ comes up out of cover, both of his pistols firing rapidly. The ganger moves fast several of the bolts straying from the intended target. The bolts that hit though are bnot glancing blows. They slam heavily into the Death ganger with spluttering sizzles. He growls lowly as he rolls back into cover, checking both of his pistols over. "Ok here we go."

The Wroonian with the red eye augment motions forward passively, even as he's riddled with plasma blasts from Russ. Some unspoken communication passes between the gangers, and their rage is directed at Russ as one entity. All five surviving goons, swarm the man, and the spider-legged hatchetman clatters forward... But the axe lashes out at the passing Luka, an incomprehensible roar in Bocce directed at the unarmored kid. The huge spider-thing's flesh bubbles where it took a hit from Hex but it...just doesn't seem to care.

Meanwhile, Rax snaps off a shot at the hatchetman, "Watch it, Luka!" He's about to shout more when he notices where Luka is running to, and his eyebrows shoot up, "All right, good idea, lets do this!" Standing from cover, Rax fires more random wild shots, to distract attention.

Out in the distance, more Guavian Death Gangers can be seen moving, with some heading off toward the Thunderheart. Ominously, however, there's a loud CLANG that rattles the ship with a sharp vibration. Right next to engineering.

Needing to change her position some, for a better advantage behind the crate Oriana had moved to the other side, sure it's a touch harder given that she is left handed but went to the right side of it, but the angle is better. Daring to move out enough to get her rifle out eyes fix on one of the goons. A shot is taken, and hits. She notes that it looks wounded but takes no time to celebrate the shot, there is no reason.

Zaena's head perks up as she hears the deep CLANG on the hull of the vessel behind her. Quickly, she activates her communicator so that she can update Rax. "Looks like they're trying to breach engineering - we'll do what we can!" She looks around for anything that she could get behind to protect herself. "Ysille! Get down," she says. "We can't let them in here, they'll disable the hyperdrive!"

She's out of her depth here, but she checks to see if there's any security or defense systems still active that she might be able to enable from the ship's computer systems.

Finding nothing, Zaena grabs Ysille by the hand yanks her out of the engineering space into the corridor. "All right, Ysille. As soon as it sounds like they've breached, activate the fire suppression in engineering," she says.

Having dropped a potential meat shield only to notice the whole gang rushing towards him, Kelnas tenses and raises his knives in a defensive stance muttering "ohshitohshitohshit." Only to have them rush past without noticing him leaving him with a clear path to Red eyes. Bolting forward, the Wroonian swipes once at his counterpart, missing by a mile, the backstroke sinks into the Glowing red eye before the blade is yanked free. both knives reversed in their grips, Kelnas drives both blades into Red eyes' hearts and twists as he shoves the man-thing backwards into the bulkhead, grunting softly.

"Secondary buffers, secondary buffers," Ysille hmmms as she gets into the engineering store room, looking up and down at the rows of crates and shelves of supplies. A dash up and down the stacks, and she finds the spot that they /should/ be, but there's just a nice empty spot, with a faded square where the crate was. "Blast, I think those were the back up secondary buffers." She spits at her luck and chews on her lip a moment, tapping her foot. "Maybe we don't need an actual secondary buffer. Maybe we could just do a little bypass?" she thinks out loud to herself. She turns back and grabs a coil of datacabling and dashes back to the hyperdrive. Using her trusty spanner, she breaks open the connectors and splices the datacoil to one end of the mangled secondary buffer, and runs it along to the other end, giving the safety check a complete circuit. "That might do it," she says, dashing back to the read out when she's grabbed. "ACK!"

"Witchtits!" Hex hisses a curse in disbelief as his wounded leggy foe bubbles, doesn't care, passes him up, and tries to make Luka into smaller pieces of Luka. You had one job, Hex! "Luka!" he gasps, as though saying the kid's name might make the injured parts of him go, right, we're all Luka, and knit themselves back together. That probably doesn't work, so he leaves the cover of the crate to run over and jam himself in between Legs and Luka, firing as he does so. Legs goes down in a satisfying, sloshy, many-legged heap, splattering goo all over Hex, who spares a panicked look to see how Luka is doing. "You better not freakin die on me! I'll be in so much damn trouble!"

Russ starts to duck and weave as he is swarmed by the goons of the Death gang. Using instant bursts of his jetpack to lend him extra momentum, but sometimes no matter how fast you move there are just to many attacks coming your way. He hisses lowly as one of the weakened sections of his armour gives way under the vicious assault and an attack skims along the barely healed flesh along his ribs. "Blighted bastards." Russ breathes heavily into his comm, as he launches himself foward into the goons surrounding him. His blasters blazing at point blank range punching through flesh and armour plating alike spilling plasma riddles bodies to the floor. Three drop. Blood drips from the fresh rend in Russ's armour. Not to many to go now.

"I'll be fine!" Luka calls out to Hex after he drops the big-bad spider thingy that tried to split him like a log. Luckily it missed the splitting and just tore through his upper shoulder inside, breaking the collarbone and rending one of his arms limp to his side. His outfits turns more and more red with blood as he feverishly pecks one handed at the computer terminal. Yeah. He'll be fine!

As their leaders fall, the remaining Death Gangers hit buttons on their left chests. Their bodies joke and their eyes go wild as they prematurely trigger their second hearts. With frenzied screams, they attempt to hack into the Beskar'gam of the Mandalorian with the pistols. Off to the side, meanwhile, the huge, half-naked human with four spider legs below the waist gurgles, twitches, and falls. Laying there in a heap, blood pulses out of his blaster wounds, where the cauterzing wasn't enough to seal the wound.

Rax tosses aside his pistol and rushes the two remaining Guavians, sending a boot smashing into the nearest one's knee and whirling around to crack an elbow into the side of his head, past the cybernetic visor he wears. The man crumples to the ground, leaving just one attacker on Russ.

Off to the side, however, the burbling blood flowing from Spider Legs steadily turns spice brown...and the creature lurches to its feet with a Bocce scream, swinging its axe with so much force that it cleaves several inches into the bulkhead of the ship!

In the Engineering Room, however, a sudden light appears, followed by hissing and thrown sparks as the Guavians attempt to cut through the bulkhead, into the engine room...

Alana Zee has, so far, been keeping her head down at the back, mostly on account of the fact that she can't hit the side of a barn at three paces with the blaster she doesn't possess. But needs must when the devil drives, and she darts forwards to help Luka. "Get out of my way!" she snaps, painfully elbowing the injured man in his injured arm as she tries to get to the console. Diplomacy isn't her strong suit under pressure, and neither apparently is repairing aged equipment. Whatever appears on the console is not to her liking, and she mutters imprecations against the builders of the system.

Looking over at the commotion of Hex and Luka, Oriana eyes them and then rolls those eyes, then says a whole bunch of things in her native tongue. Not a bit talker during battle and all, it only comes out when she feels the need and now is it. Daring now to get up she hurries over to them, going to stand directly in line of any possible hits to the bleeding Luka, passing her green friend a glance. It's not angry or anything, but she's there to help like a meat shield. Seeing the monster that gets back up and smacks the bulkhead she fires off two shots his way, they sink in but it doesn't seem to care. There is another curse that follows this.

"They're cutting through the bulkhead here!" Zaena announces. "We'll try to hold them back by dumping foam, but we could really use some backup!" Zaena tries to set the computer systems to activate the fire suppression system a few seconds after any detected breach, hopefully dumping some sticky, heavy foam and frustrating for at least a little while, anyone back there.

"Come on, Ysille! Get that DL-18 ready!" she says, then moving to try to hurry, breathlessly, to the Aft Corridor spot and look for some cover. "Rax mentioned this was the last fallback spot before engineering," she says, also updating Rax on the situation over comms, and the attempt to hamper their efforts.

Taking a moment to assess, Kelnas sees Rax assisting Russ rather effectively. He also sees Spiderman (No relation) getting up. Rolling his shoulders, the Wroonian is on the run again. running on adrenaline, Kelnas uses the nearest vertical surface for leverage and runs up it. Blades extended, he lands on the creature, misjudging his first swipe, the second attack drives his blade deep into the things gushy, smelly, spice-browned chest cavity as he holds on for dear life. any further attacks are rendered ineffective as kelnas drags the creature down while muttering "Ewwwfuckgross auuugh."

"Ugghhh," Hex complains as Legs the Spider Bro starts gushing blood everywhere. All over his boots. All over his gear. That already had Legs goo on them from the first attack. "You're a real worrying kind of fine, Luka," he observes, but there's no time to go on, as Legs gets a second shot at life and springs up the floor to swing at the bulkheads! It screams in Bocce, Oriana sears ears in Drik, and Hex takes a step back to stay near Luka and shoot at Legs again. He is trying to cover Alana too, now that she's trying to work on the repairs. "Give me a break! It's got more legs and hearts than I do!" Hex complains to Oriana, as though taking preemptive action against the poor marks on his next job evaluation. "And more drugs! And a sassy attitude!" None of which is any match for Kelnas, who manages to finally (probably) kill the thing. "I'm confused and upset by how good that smells," Hex remarks, holding position for now to make sure Legs doesn't get back up.

Turbolaser Status: Green.

A red targetting reticle appears in space in front of the command couch.

"OW!" Luka yells when he so rudely get elbowed in his wounded side so the gaping wound in his shoulder winks shut a moment and then reopens to spill a new coat of dark red on his shirt. He retaliates just the same, bracing his feet and pushing back, using Alana to help apply some pressure to his wound before reaching up with his hand to bat her fingers away from the keys. "No no... this! THAT! There!" Button mashing commences! Things blip! Things beep! The ship DOESN'T explode!

The crazed Guavian kicks Russ dead in the chest, and as the Mandalorian stumbles backwards, the cybernetic gang turns, eyes landing on Kelnas' back. Hopping forward with a martial arts kind of juke-move, the Death Ganger takes off in an acrobat's run to suddenly spring forward, twist, vault, and finally SCREAM BLOODY MURDER as he brings a pair of buzzing knives down on Kelnas from above!

Rax briefly starts to follow the ganger, but the news from Zaena has him reversing, "On it, Zae. I'm heading to your position." Picking up his pistol as he goes, he nods to the doors, "You watch that door, there's more of them out there, and they'll probably..." Something metal bounce, clatter, clacks across the floor... Rax dives. "GRENADE!"

In Engineering a huge chunk of bulkhead suddenly slams down and the fire suppression system kicks in, drenching the room in oxygen eating foam as the blast door to Engineering starts to close.

Alana's eyes widen as things appear. Targeting things. She immediately gives Luka a shove in the direction of the gunner's seat and scrambles herself in the direction of the spotter's seat. "What are we shooting at?" she yells, possibly unencouragingly, hoping for an obvious answer as she fumbles with the safety harness.

Well if they want to play it with grenades that's a game Oriana can play. Pulling one out she goes to look to see how many are there. Lifting the little metal bomb it's activated. Beep -- beep -- beep, she waits a second with a breath and then throws it in, the creatures hearing it plain as day. One isn't lucky enough to dodge, he dies the others had managed to avoid with some light damage.

Zaena holds back and covers the closing door along with Ysille, both of them trying to prevent the breach from getting worse than it needs to. She covers the entrance with her blaster, to see anyone beats it to the door before the system triggers.

"They'll have a hard time cutting through the doorway to breach to here," says Zaena. "We're activating the fire suppression systems. It'll be a hell of a cleanup!"

There's people around, and then pain. Searing, blinding pain in his back. Staggering fowrward as a vibroblade bites deep into his flesh, Kelnas has enough presence of mind to drop low, the second attack missing by a mile. Foot shooting out behind him, the Wroonian twists his body, his leg wrapping around his attacker's neck, kelnas uses his momentum to bring the man down. Twisting his head 180 degrees in the process, As the Ganger hits the ground, the Wroonian drives his blade deep into the man's throat before letting out a pained howl of a cream and beating the man in the armor twice with the hilt of his knife. Wroonian blood pooling on the floor around him.

Hex glances to Oriana, and asks, "Russ is down. You got this here?" Assuming the answer is yes, he doesn't actually wait for a reply, and instead darts out to where Russ is, to drag him to a safer location than just up against the wall. After all, it's nice armor, and it'd suck if something happened to it, right?

Luka Krante gets shoves into the gunners seat by the dainty, gently guiding hand of Alana... but then there is nothing to shoot. He spends a moment adjusting, figuring out the controls and trying not to bleed too much more.

There's a tremor through the floor, followed by a deep roar. A second tremor heralds another, closer roar to the door, and a rush of warm wind flows down the corridor from the open blast doors leading to the Landing Bay. As Alana Zee is working the controls, getting accustomed to them, something appears on a red grid before her. It's a little flashing blip, that's tracking along two checkerboards framing an oval. Looking up, she manages to spot a black transport attempting to bug out from the Starboard landing bag entrance. It's swiftly followed by another.

Out in the hall, Rax grrs and kips up to his feet, dusting himself off, "What's going on? Are they bugging out?" Looking from the hangar to Engineering and back again, Rax takes off at a jog to join the purple twi'lek and her +1.

The Guavian that was on Kelnas wants to fight. He does. He tries. But he can only gurgle blood, and stares hateful daggers at Kelnas as he slowly buckles to the ground, simply unable to keep living any longer.

"They're bugging out!" Alana squeals with excitement. "They're bugging out! Shoot the fuckers! Shoot them!" She stabs a finger on the display, then wiggles the controls to try to light up the fleeing assailants for Luka. "Shoot them! There! Two of them! That one and the other one!"

Out in space, the Guavians are making their way elsewhere, because screw that noise. They aren't even taking evasive action, because there's no way they would have let them approach like that if they had any operational weaponr--WHOA!

The closest Guavian ship actually wobbles around in a barrel roll as the pilot panicks and a giant lance of green energy streaks by the cockpit, followed by another!

"Pew! Pew!" Yes, Luka actually says that as he tries to steer the turret around with his one good arm and then briefly lets go to hit the trigger to fire that would usually have been operated by his other hand. The big ass laser fires a big ass laser beam. And then another! it's pretty.. but useless.

The grenade part done Oriana spares a second to look over her shoulder as Hex speaks, giving a thumbs up. For her part right now, though she has no medical skills she'd go to take a count of who is injured.

As Rax approaches, Zaena steps out, as well as Ysille. "They're in there," she says. "We activated the fire suppression system and locked the door to hold them. That might set us back, but likely they're considering how they can take us out rather than damage what they're trying to steal," she reasons, looking a little wild-eyed.

"It sounds like they've got a turbolaser active. Should we go and make sure they're not hit from behind by boarders?" she asks. "Either way, at your service, Captain," she says, getting ready to back up Rax no matter what he chooses.

She ponders for a moment, and then grins, heading back to the locked door. "Might want to try a different route. This is the one we put the E-Web covering," she says over the intercom into engineering, trying to see if she can get them to abandon that breachhead.

Standing quietly, Kelnas groans as his back muscles move in strange, detached ways. Looking at the vibroblades on the ground, the wroonian kneels down slowly and picks them up. Taking the time to remove the sheaths from the dead Guavian, Kelnas sheaths the blades and tucks them into his own belt just beside his own knife sheaths. Blood soaking his cloak and pooling around his feet, The Wroonian groans softly and pulls the garment more tightly around himself.

Russ breathes heavily as he takes a moment to inspect his wounds now that the combat has ended. Not to bad, at least compared to some of the wounds he has taken lately. He shouldn't even need to trouble Maeve one of his own medics should be able to take care of this. This isn't all they had. There is at least one more ship out there. Russ turns slightly and calls out as he runs towards The Thunderheart "If anyone is a decent turret gunner here come with me." It doesn't take long for The Thunderheart to get airborne, the ship is almost always ready for departure. He chimes in over the comms once he gets to space and starts to rotate around "This is Russ Ordo. The third ship is gone. Looks like engineering is exposed to a vacuum."

Rax steps forward when Russ calls, replying in Mando'a, of all things. He sounds like a natural at it, too. Falling into line with Russ, Rax is in the Thunderheart's Heavy Quad Laser turret when they survey the damage. "Damn... Well, looks like I owe Ysille a drink... They probably bugged out when the blast door closed and they had no atmo. Good job, everyone. Lets get a repair crew in there and get this thing somewhere safe. Er. Safer.

Luka Krante growls as both of his shots miss... and he tries for a third. That misses too. The fourth? Well... on the fourth he moves to press the fire button, hits the stick with his forearm to jerk it a bit off from where ht was actually aiming.. and the clips the very wing of one of the ships. A mark to remember them by.