Log:Mando Arc: Part 2

Mando Arc: Part 2

OOC Date: Dec 29th, 2015
Location: Asteroid base
Participants: Russ Ordo, Narsai Ordo, Laika, Kitfox, Navi

After Navi manages to crack through the downed ships computer and a harsh trip through the marshy swampland to find the Deathwatch's shuttle the computer proving more difficult but not impossible to make it into. A few hours later and they have access, and a picture of the situation begins to paint itself into the minds of the Mandalorians, hopefuls and friends. A series of well executed, baited and planned ambushes all designed to do one thing. Destroy the few cohesive Mandalorian warrior and clans that remain loyal to the resol'nare and what it means to be Mandalorian in order for it all to be rebuilt in the name and method of the Deathwatch. Leaving them as the one beacon to flock to for any Mandalorian or Mandalorian hopefuls.

Heading back to Nar Shaddaa is a sombre affair, Russ locking himself away in his bunk to stew over the implications of what he has learned. Finally the ship docks back on Nar Shaddaa and everything goes comms dark for a couple of days as the crew is left to it's own devices. Finally a call goes out summoning the crew back to the ship from whatever holes of debauchery they have fallen into. When they arrive Russ is once again standing in the darkened common room, his stance strong and resolute.

Fortunately over the last day or two Narsai's debauchery had been pretty well contained to ship maintainence and fixing her gear. Working when the call had come in she'd slipped from her quarters with her armor now on and stands near the holo-display without a word, tying her hair back while she waits to hear just what exactly it is that they'd learned from the downed ship.

Cecily had spent most of her 'shore leave' in silence. Reading. Studying. Catching up some on galactic history. It remains to be seen how much she'd actually digested and figured out, however. The call to return to the common room is answered in short order, the barefoot woman folding her hands behind her back, eyes on Russ as she awaits the debriefing.

Laika had been out and about, spilled a little blood and made some credits here and there. She'd also nearly gotten dreadfully sick after going drinking, but thankfully by the time she climbs back into the ship? She'd recovered well enough. The feline fighter is dressed in her armor save the plates, but quickly slides herself down onto one of the couches as she begins to work on inserting them onto the undersuit. "What do we know?" she questions.

An image emits from the holoprojector lighting up the darkened room, what looks to be an asteroid slowly rotating infront of everyone. "It took longer than i would have liked. But a couple of thousand credits and a few days later the data core we recovered has coughed up at least one piece of useable intel." He indicates the asteroid spinning slowly in the middle of the room. "This is a asteroid in far orbit around Mandalore, home to an old mining station of the empire. And now a base of operation for the Deathwatch." Russ pauses for a moment before he continues to speak

"Now this station is not overly heavily manned as the Deathwatch has faced the same decline as the rest of my people. However everyone there should be considered to be an exemplery warrior and an extreme threat." He clears his throat quietly before continueing "The mission is to eliminate the threat of the Deathwatch, either lethally or non lethally. Take everything of value from the base, and then destroy it. We need to try and gather more intel on this mission so please keep that in mind." His hand idly drops down to one of the blasters at his waist and caresses the grip "The few Mandalorian clan members that escaped the Deathwatch are lying low at the moment waiting for my rallying call. They are few in number and every one is precious if i am ever to have a hope of rebuilding my people." His voice is very low and measured as he speaks.

Narsai pauses for a moment, leaning down on her knee for a second. "They might have a mainframe, files, more intel laying around on that base...it's too bad that offer for the R2 unit fell through." The mandalorian sibling looks back at Kitfox for a moment, then on to Laika. "Do we have any idea how many of them are in there right now? We can't exactly give air support like last time inside a station."

"Unfortunate that simply blowing it out of the sky is not an option, then. Will leadership be there? Cut the head off of the snake and the body dies, and all. Unless it's a hydra..." Cecily trails off, looking thoughtful. "An asteroid base will not likely have many, if any, back entrances either. Do we have access to the clearance codes from the shuttle?" she remains looking thoughtful.

"Yeah," Laika mutters. "My claws did exactly squat when it came to their armor last time. I'm going to need bigger weapons out there." Crossing her arms over her chest she lays back onto the couch and sliding the plates onto the leg areas. "But we'll sneak in, see if we can at least find the right throats to cut."

Russ nods his head to Kitfox as she speaks "We have the initial entry codes, enough to get us into the hanger. Any secured room beyond that point..." he looks over the station as he slowly makes his way around the projection "I wish we had a personnel list, but we don't. The station can be manned with up to 20 people at full time duty stations plus whatever active duty unit is using it as an active base at the time. Let's hope that we come across it when it is not active, it may be down to a skeleton crew of only five members." He nods to both Kitfox and Laika "You are both right, as much as i would love to bring fiery vengeance down upon the deathwatch now is not the time for one final glorious fight to decide who is victorious. A smarter approach may well be called for, however as far as i have been abel to discern there is only the one entrance."

"Well. Control the field and shoot better then the other guys." Narsai comments before glancing back to the cockpit. "Maybe I'll bring my blade too. Just in case." Adjusting her armor yet again she moves towards the cockpit. "Well. If it's an old imperial station, it might have surface guns and defences. We might have to smash our way through and any hanger response isn't going to be exactly friendly. I'll prep the defensive dock guns." With that, she's headed to make the ship ready.

Kitfox gives a light frown. "I doubt that I would have anything useful squirreled away to help with the task. Most of my knowledge of Imperial codes is likely far too outdated.." she says with a light shrug. "I can provide fire support and medical aid, at the absolute least. Give me a task and I will see it executed to the best of my ability," she nods to Russ. "A clean surgical strike is the best we can hope for, as well as the base to be undermanned.

"I can move sneaky." Laika nods. "Maybe we can catch them unawares. Maximise our damage." A pause and the cat grins. "Too bad we don't have any grenades. That could get suprising for their side." Shrugging her shoulders she looks at Russ as Narsai slips from the room. "I'll follow you in, offer what support I can."

As the Thunderheart begins to near the asteroid with it's destination clearly in mind things come to life suprisingly fast. Two almost archaic looking fighters pull away from the hidden asteroid, coming up fast on either side of the Thunderheart. The shortwave universal channel sparks to life in the cockpit of the Thunderheart "Unidentified transport send docking codes or prepare to be destroyed." The voice speaking over the comminicator is deep, gruff and clearly proffesional. Russ keeps his voice low in the cockpit as he speaks to Narsai, seemingly paranoid that the fighters can hear him "Guess this is one time it is good to be in decline. They don't have a standard military instead using whatever they can find, steal or occasionally buy." He shakes his head slightly "Transmit the codes, if they are still in date looks like they might let us just fly on in."

Narsai nods, but her hands hover over the controls to charge shields and weapons even as she transmits the codes they'd recovered. "We don't exactly look like their ship. Lets hope they think someone stole the 'Heart...or be ready for one hell of a fight." Narsai doesn't actually look at any of the other crew members. Focus is 100% on the task of flying.

Kitfox is not presently in the cockpit area. She's merely waiting, running last minute checks on her rifle. She is, after all, the 'light' assault unit here. Unarmored but not a terrible shot. Mandalorians are just dodgy sons of sith. All she can do is stay strapped in and wait for the landing.

Laika stands beside Kitfox, blaster pistol at her hip and her eyes focused on the ramp. There's a light crouch to her stance, as if she expected that she'd have to make a full sprint to close distance should it come to a fight with the mandalorian Deathwatch waiting for them.

The fighters guide the Thunderheart it leading it easily to the hanger bay doors shrouded heavily in the shadows of the overhanging asteroid rock. They are used to guiding unknown ships into their bases apparently, as long as they have the relevent codes. Good thing that on a galactic and planetary scale even a 'small' organisation can have thousands of members. The hanger is huge as befitting a mining station that once filled super transprts with minerals to fuel a galactic empire. It is relativly empty at the moment, only a few fighters and one troop transport filling the vast space. It is currently empty of personal except for the pilots climbing out of there fighters, however from the shadows moving in the overlooking control platform it is clear there is a few people overwatching the hanger. Russ speaks lowly as he looks over the ships and activity "I don't think we are dealing with a skeleton crew, we might need a good plan here."

"Hope someone brought one," Navi muses, from the aft doorway of the cockpit. "Maybe if some of us can pass as Deathwatch, the rest of us can be prisoners or something. That might get us out of the hangar alive and let us get to someplace where we have some control over this place... like maybe that hangar traffic control station up there?" she offers, a bit uncertainly. This isn't exactly her strong suit.

"Do the Deathwatch even take prisoners?" Cecily asks, idling rolling her power pack for her rifle around in one hand. "As I do not have the armor, I could pose as one. But your armor does not match theirs..." she says, stating the obvious quietly.

Narsai moves now to keep the system ready for defence. The last thing they need is the ship getting blasted in the docking bay after all. Standing from her seat and slinging her rifle she slides her helmet onto her head. "Well..." she says while looking at the others. "Hopefully someone can talk a good game. Try and see if they can be bluffed." Cecily's comment makes Narsai nod. "Lets hope they're not looking too closely."

"I don't know if I know enough about these Deathwatch goons to fast-talk them," Navi murmurs. "I can try. Do we have any armor salvaged from those goons back there on the planet? That might make our story more believable."

"I'm afraid I have little to offer. I'm still built more soldier than diplomat or sneak. If prisoner is our best option, I will accept it. I am not nearly as capable unarmed as I am with a blaster, however," Kitfox admits. She looks to Russ and Narsai, trust in her eyes. As much as can be noticed anyway.

Laika just moves behind the others, her mouth clossed and her eyes searching. Talk of unarmed prisoners? She extends her hand. "I can play a prisoner, I'm no less capable with my bare hands after all."

"Well." Narsai says after a moment. "If we step out and they shoot at us, we'll know they don't take prisoners." The redhead shrugs her shoulders, rests her blaster rifle in her hands and hits the switch for the ramp to decend. "Only one way to find out."

Russ nods to the others after Narsai speaks "Alright, myself Narsai and Navi are going in as Deathwatch, Laika and Fox you are our prisoners." As soon as he finishes speaking the shipboard comm crackles to life again "Please shut down your ships power and proceed to engage with the greeting party. They will escort you to our accomodation block and give you the basic knowledge needed to navigate the station. I hope you had a good hunt when you were out there brothers." The comm shuts down just as suddenly as it started up. Russ looks to the others again his voice loud "Ok people lets get moving, we take more than a couple of minutes and they will get more than suspicious.

The ramp descends with a scream of compressed air as Russ leads the way out of the Thunderheart, the two prisoners behind him and the two other 'Deathwatch' members behind them. As soon as they are on the solid ground of the station the pilots walk over to greet them. "Sir if you will please follow me, the Captain is eager for a brief on how the operations are going. We have had precious little information come to us through the comm blackout. My battlebrother will guide your brothers and their prisoners to the holding cells."

Navi pauses just long enough to pack a fairly useful but generic heavy gearbag with Laika's and Kit's 'confiscated' weapons and spare ammo, slinging it cross-body so it is out of her way, then joins her fellow 'Deathwatch' members at the ramp, hoping her non-Beskar armor doesn't raise too many eyebrows. And is relieved when it doesn't. She holds her tongue and lets Narsai and Russ do the talking for the moment.

Kitfox stays silent, her hands behind her back, likely mag-cuffed but maybe just a bit loosely. At the very least, she looks Imperial enough to be a prisoner. She even tries to look somewhat indignant, but taking the whole prisoner business with a type of annoyed dignity.

Narsai walks beside the others, frowning a little more herself but it's well-hidden behind that visor. So far so good, approached but not shot and now they're being taken to the one in charge. There's a little tilt of her helmet and a nod to her sibling, but she stays silent while she lets Russ do the talking to be had and instead focuses on counting threats.

Laika walks similarly to Kitfox. If they have cuffs? Her hands would be cuffed similarly. Her head is down, giving the sense of a dejected prisoner who's looking more at the floor then her surroundings, but her other senses are sharp. The moment the others make their move she'll make hers. But not a moment before.

Russ looks at the men as he starts to follow them, now wishing that he and the others had listened to Navi's advice and stepped into the suits of Deathwatch armour they had salvaged after the last operation. He nods to the man leading him before he turns to talk to the others "I am going to talk to the captain so he can brief his garrison. Make sure you get these prisoners into their cells and secured properly before you make your way to the bunks or the mess hall. Remember what they did to your brothers, stay on mission until it is complete." With that Russ turns back to his guide and with a nod he steadily walks off.

The other pilot nods to the others, his mood impossible to tell under his whole body encompassing armour. "Please follow me, i'll point out the important landmarks on my way to the prison block. Luckily for you that means you will get a full tour, the prison cells are in the deep mines." He sets off at a brisk walk silent except for when he points things out "This main corridoor leads to the command tour, the elevater leading straight to it. To the right down here is the barracks and living quarters of the enlisted, to the left is the officers quarters." Continuing deeper in he speaks "As you can see by now it is built off a single corridor branching system. To the left here is the briefing room and control center to the right is the armoury. Thats all the rooms you really need to know for now, the holding cells are further in. As well as all the implements you will need to extract the intelligence and handle the subsequent disposal."

"Consider it done, sir." Navi has to force herself not to look after Russ as her group moves to follow their would-be tour guide. At least the base seems fairly straightforward. She occasionally prods Laika with her gun muzzle (not hard, though she tries to make it /look/ harder than it is).

More silence from Narsai. Not that she's not naturally a chatty person, but because she knows her ability to bluff is simply non-existant compared to her brother. This is hardly haggling for shipping cargo. Keeping a hand rested on her E-11 and mindful of the vibroblade slung at her hip she walks silently, eyes sweeping every piece of the corridor she'll get to see...and every potential threat along the way.

Not restrained, but remaining subdued, the former slave at least knows what the part -should- look like. Whincing a little more at the muzzle jab she keeps walking, keeps her eyes down and tries to keep her hands low and out of obvious glance. The Deathwatch don't need to know that she's itching to tear them a new T-visor.

With Cecily's internals, she gets a good chance to record everything they walk through and see. "Pinnacle of Imperial engineering?" she asks the pilot with them, her accent showing through a little more strongly than usual. Perhaps on purpose. "Repurposed efficiently," she states, calm and cool. And maybe a little bit snooty. She's got the right background at least.

The rest of the trip is uneventful, no communication from Russ coming through any of the communicaters helmet or otherwise. The deathwatch pilot leads you deeper and deeper into the repurposed mining facility, it gets progressivly damper and heavier feeling the further in you head. Finally he brings you to a stop at a couple of cells, all that is contained within is a bed complete with straps clearly designed to hold someone down and a bare toilet without so much as a seat. Outside of the cells is a large trunk with dark redish brown stains covering the majority of the lid. "Place your prisoners in the cells. Then i will either introduce you to one of our interrogation specialists or you can work on them yourselves. Of course since you are just back from the field i am sure you need a shower and a hot meal before you do anything." He chuckles lowly his eyes locking firmly onto Navi, her form slightly more visible than Narsai's is inside her armour. "I'll show you to the shower block and the mess hall.:

A thought, but Narsai reads that expression the man gives the more revealed Navi for a moment and a it crosses her mind. "Go ahead," she says to the other woman, shrugging her shoulders. "Go with him. I'll finish up and come join you a little later." If the man is too busy lusting after her crew-mate, he might not notice a little sabotage to a prison cell or two.

Laika sees things, but she can't converse on them just yet. Keeping her head down she waits, waiting to see what Narsai has planned here.

"If you insist," Navi replies to Narsai, adding a hint of an oily, cynical edge to her voice as she replies, approaching the 'guide' and nodding. "Think you can handle storing this stuff, too?" she asks semi-impishly, unshouldering the bag she's carrying and setting it down next to Narsai's feet. "I might be gone awhile." She turns to their 'guide' "Show me to that refresher? I feel like my armor's growing to my skin."

The guard nods to them both before he turns and makes his way back up the corridor, still impossible to read but there is maybe just a slight little bounce to his step. He pauses just a few steps away to make sure Navi is following him before he continues on and eventually out of sight of Narsai and the prisoners. No communication from your 'officer' ie Russ.

They've got a few moments before anyone comes to check the -prisoners- are locked up, so Narsai takes them for what she can. Switching her helmet to closed channels she radios Russ while making a 'hush' sign to the other two and slowly walking along the wall. The mechanic thinks, calling on her considerable knowledge. There's got to be a circuit somewhere, something they can trip. "Russ, squelch twice if you've learned anything and we're ready to go on the offence. Otherwise, I'm going to have to tamper with some locks. We can't vent this place like I'd hoped. Not unless we can seal our unsealed people in a room and take over the command center."

Russ's mic squelches as it activates, the sound garbled and warped for a moment. The sounds of panicked yelling heard over the comms for a moment before it is punctuated by the sounds of fast fired laser bolts. "Good timing sister, i think they just saw through our little ruse." A high pitched whine screams over the comm terrifyingly loud and piercing, drowning out Russ slightly "...ah they definitly saw through it." With that the comm cracks and pops before reverting back to flat basic static. The sounds of echoed blaster fire can be heard down the hall now, echoing from somewhere back in the direction of the hanger.

The man infront of Navi pauses at the first echo of blaster bolts, Narsai and Russ's message clearly coming through her own earpiece. He raises a couple of fingers to his own helmet as a message starts to come through, at the same time as he starts to draw the blaster pistol at his waist.

Navi doesn't wait for the suspicious thug to finish drawing the blaster pistol. She takes a swift step forward, jamming the muzzle of her D.D.C. rifle against the man's more-vulnerable neck, where the armor is little more than body glove. "Put it back... or I put you /away/ permanently," she murmurs tersely.

"Belly of the beast, and now we must crawl out of its gullet," Kitfox quips, leaning over and gathering up her gear. "Casual bunch, save for when it comes to blast things," she says with a sideways smile before lifting her blaster. She doesn't have much. "Do you think they have armor my size in here? Leftovers from prior occupation? If they had any use for it beyond selling it." Her head bobs side to side, "Getting back to Russ should be easy."

The moment the fight starts, Laika lets out a sigh of relief and picks up her pistol with a smile. "Guess the talking is over." She says with a grin. "Lets show them how bad a mistake letting us in was."

"Roger that, don't get dead." Narsai says before she glances back in the direction of the hanger and presses the button on her wrist gauntlet for the thunderheart to power up its shield and activate the dock gun. "Alright. Lets move before my brother gets himself in deeper trouble. Keep your eyes out for intel."

Alarm klaxons blaze to life around the base as distant blaster fire echoes through the previously abandoned corridor. The sound of heavy armoured footfalls can barely be heard over the sound of the alarms as a unit of deathwatch arm and armour themselves, they may not yet know exactly what the threat is but they are prepared to fight almost any threat. Russ's voice comes over the comm broken and near unreadable "Comm...off...detec....trans...loc...con...wer..."

"Alright, make for the armory if we can while we work towards Russ." Narsai says, listening for the dock-guns on the ship to start up. It will only keep the hanger occupied, but it's a start. Lifting her weapon the armored Mandalorian nods to the pair now given their weapons and looks for a junction box. "If we get desperate we'll try to short the systems, but the command station is priority." One last glance back to the others and she nods. "Lets move."

Cecily takes a moment. The bloodstained box of prisoners' effects gets her attention. "Hold, please," she says quickly, and moves to investigate. She really wants to see what's in the box. Maybe there's a blaster, or a hat, or a thermal detonator. One never knows.

Narsai's 'orders' earn a nod. Another time, if there were more time perhaps, she'd have retrieved the armor of the fallen man, for now however Laika just flexes her claws and retreives her blaster pistol, covering the door behind them as Cecily moves to investigate the bloody box in the corner. "I'm ready."

Cecily stares into the crate, blinking. She takes a moment and then pushes the lid up to lock it. She reaches for the medkit attached to the wall and rips the box down and opens it up. She starts to stuff what looks like vials and syringes into it. And a couple of nasty-looking torture devices. Small ones. "One moment," she says quickly, but not tersely, and looks over her shoulder as she works. "Torture box. We are not the first prisoners they have held here. Hopefully we are the last, however."

The armoury and control center are the first of the rooms that are activly in use when you start making your way out of the mine prison cells. Narsai is the first to come into view of the branching corridor, to your left is the corridor leading to the command centre to the right is the armoury. No Deathwatch soldiers are moving through the corridor junction that you can see for these few seconds, but the corridors are now a cacophony of various noises. You are all almost positive you can hear what sounds to be at least a squad strength group in the armoury, you cannot hear anything in the direction of the command center.

Peeking around the corner it becomes more obvious what is happening, it won't be long now and the unit that was currently using this base to ressuply will be up and ready for action. Even through the thin opening on the armour door you can make out at least six people arming themselves for war in there. Looking down the adjoining corridor you can see the dooe to the control/briefing room, it is sealed tight.

Spotting the threats and hearing the sounds, Narsai gestures for the other two to follow her. Right up to the control room she's headed, holding her E-11 out to Kitfox and looking at the pair. "Rock and a hard place. If they come this way try and hold them back. I'll get this damn door open. Control this room, control the station." Already she's considering how much easier things would be if she had a damn thermal detonator.

"We must make this quick. Russ may be in worse shape than we think," Cecily states, holding on to two medpacks now, one full of chemicals. And her rifle. "Do we try and take them out before they finish gearing up, or hope we can get into the control room?" she asks quickly. "One of these drugs can give you a boost, but the effects may only last a few short minutes, and then we'll have to carry you out..."

"Six men or more. Lots of guns, still putting their armor on?" Laika murmers before shaking her head and giving a curse, extending her claws and baring her fangs. "If there is too many of them, I'll try and draw them back to the ship, keep them away from you." With that, the Cathar runs, sprints even, towards the armory. Padded feet mostly silent even as she prepares to pounce and sow chaos. Maybe she'd been hanging around Russ too much.

Narsai gets to work on the door, flipping a panel open and listening for the sounds of an approaching attack. She'll have to trust Laika knows what she's doing, and that Kitfox can cover her. Either way she sets to work on the doors systems, deftly making the tech dance to her mechanical skills before the command centers door hisses open.

Slipping into the armory in the confusion Laika suddenly appears right in font of one of the men turning to exit, her eyes instantly on the thermal detonator on his chest. Lashing out visiously she activates the 'fuse' on the powerful grenade and shoves the deathwatch man back, pushing herself backwards and carrying the motion to throw her down to the ground. Whincing she lifts her blaster with her other hand, aiming it for the door controls and firing a single bolt with a whole lot of prayers behind it.

Kitfox nods to Laika, and remains with Narsai. She's there to cover the Mandalorian woman, even if she herself is unarmored. She looks the part of the escaped, armed prisoner well enough, at least! "Let us hope there is not an entire garrison in wait for us in there."

Just as the door infront of Narsai opens she hears something she may not be expecting an ungodly explosion that shakes the entire station. An Mandalorian armouries worth of thermal detonaters, power packs, breaching charges and high explosives going up in a single moment all prompted by a single thermal detonater clipped to a mans armour.

The gamble of shooting the control panel pays off as it manages to partially contain the explosion, stopping Laika from being instantly vaporised. In the end it is not enough to contain the explosion however, the heavy durasteel doors buckling under the force before they break getting thrown out into the corridor. Narrowly missing the prone Cathar. The sweet moment of an unlikely plan paying off is rapidly crushed by a panic inducing sound. The sharp whistle of a pressurised atmosphere escaping into the vaccuum of space.

They can all feel the pull, as well as the almost deafening sound as the oxygen begins to get sucked from the from the unsealed part of the station. Ahead of Narsai are three Mandalorians madly pressing at terminals, two of them move to rise to their feet as they hear the explosion accompanying the door opening turning to face Kitfox and Laika.

Narsai glances back over her shoulder at the noise of pressure loss with a curse, but her attention comes back to the immediate threats of the men in the control room. Snapping up her E-11 the younger Ordo jams down on her trigger, not even bothering to ask where Russ is. He was armed and he's armored. He has a better chance of surviving then her other two companions right now after all.

Laika had almost been about to laugh out loud at her successful destruction of the armory and the troops...but it's too successful. Gasping at the sudden depressurization of the room she takes a deep breath of the last of her air before digging her claws in and struggling her way up the corridor. Half-way there, but she's not out of danger just yet.

When the doors open and the shooting starts, Kitfox is ready. Instead of needing to take shots at someone coming up on the rear, though, she finds that they've got company waiting on the other side. As Narsai's burst of crimson drops one surprised man, the unarmored woman brings her own rifle up and pops off an aimed shot that does more than scuff the paint of the Mando's armor. "Outnumbered but not entirely outgunned with you, are we now," she says almost teasingly to Narsai.

Narsai's fire having found its mark, the armored Mandalorian whinces a little and keeps up the fire on the other two. Odds are they won't surrender, but unless they do she's cutting them down like the first man. Squeezing the trigger she doesn't look back as she yells to Kitfox. "Find Russ! Hack the systems if you have to!" Her words are cut short by a heavy impact against her armor that slams her back. Armor or not, that still hurt like hell.

Seperated by a big void of space-death, Laika manages to claw her way into the elevator down to the hanger, shutting the door by slamming her hand into the console and setting the destination back to the hanger. Taking her first free breath she whinces and looks in the direction of the control tower. Hopefully the others have things under control, she'll at least get the ship ready. "I took out the ten in the armory girls, the rest is up to you."

Probably nursing a broken rib or two, Narsai continues firing, a few bolts missing their mark but others hitting the targets. Grunting in pain she keys her mike. "Damn it Russ. Where are you?" she yells into her helmet comms.

The man almost looks like he is about to give up, obviously not the strongest of Mandalorians. Then again the deathwatch rarely are. Then Narsai's first shot shorts the console just to the right of his hand and he spins reaching for his gun smoothly and letting off two quick shots that thud into the doorway to the true Mandalorians left. Clearly he has spent to much time behind a console and not enough time with his weapons.

As Laika is running towards the ship she is met by a pretty interesting sound and then a fairly familiar sight. A loud cracking of reinforced glass echoes through open hanger, followed by the roar of a jetpack. Looking towards the sound you can see him finally, Russ in an almost freefall towards the ground. The flight control tower lies in near shambles behind him, the window smashed open by the weight and force of his propelled armoured body. Blasts stream from his pistols as he hits the ground heavily near Laika, he turns to her and speaks dryly in between shots "I think they were monitoring all internal comms. They heard Narsai's transmission and then jammed me instantly."

Laika pauses in her path just in time to see Russ landing next to her, lowering her blaster pistol with a breath and giving a little laugh. "I think I broke more then I ment to. At least the numbers are a little more even." Keying her comlink now Laika looks back in the direction she came from. "Girls? I found Russ. Can you hear me?" Even as she speaks she turns her blaster upwards towards the control tower in case Russ is being chased. A glance to the jetpacker comes with a grin. "We might want to get back to the ship...unless you managed to download something."

Computer work in a firefight isn't always the most helpful, and Kitfox gives up shortly after starting with how many hits her companion is taking. She brings her blaster to bear a second time to the still-standing combatant, but the snap-shot proves to be more deadly to the wall than the armored man. Maybe it'll get him off of Narsai, though.

Another harder hit and Narsai staggers back, coughing up a little blood behind her helmet. This hurts, alot, but she's not quite ready to fall down yet. Wounding the man one last time she exhales and lowers her weapon, looking back at Kitfox. "Clear." she hisses in pain before moving towards the console. "Lets get the info we came for and get out of here"

"We can't leave yet, i managed to get some intel off the commander before everything went...the way everything always goes. This is a major supply outpose for the Deathwatch war effort, we raid this place and we will be able to supply ourselves and our allies for months...and that was the explosion i heard wasn't it." Russ looks up as the one surviving Deathwatch member from the flight control center drops down infront of him on the same flame wings Russ employs. Russ growls as he looks at the man "I leave you guys alone for five minutes..."

"10 guys, two claws." Laika points out before the man comes flying out of the control tower, leaving her snarling a little as she opens fire with her own gun and far less skill. "Loot the bodies and we'll get something."

The man lands and Russ's glare seems to do the trick as the man drops to the ground three smoking holes in his helmet. Well it could have actually been the glowing red blaster pistols in the elder Ordo's hands. His hands move to his helmet as he wrenches it off his head, now that Laika has time to look at Russ it is plain to see he is a little unstable on his feet. Even as she looks he goes down to one knee and vomits blood all over the polished metal floor, from his slumped over position you can see it now. The snapped of blade of a vibrosword shoved clean through the weaker side plate of Russ's armour "I sure hope that was the last one, where is my si..." Russ faints from blood loss before he can finish his question collapsing in a pool of his own blood.

"Get to work finding them. Let me sort out your wounds," Cecily says tersely, eyeing the fallen men before pulling out the medpac she'd brought along and not the one full of happy (and not so happy) drugs from the torture toybox. "You're better with the computers than I am."

Sliding into the seat near one of the consoles Narsai starts up the cameras, cycling to find her sibling and check on her ship. Fortunately? They're in the same place. Letting out a relaxed breath she leans back while Cecily does her work...just in time to see Russ collapse. 'Get down to the hanger." she grunts. "Russ needs you more then I do." Arguable, but she'll live.

Laika would take more time appreciate their loot before Russ collapses and she swears in basic before moving to try and stem the bleeding. "Oh damn it..." she mutters while moving to apply pressure. "Medic!"

"Not a chance," Cecily says as she opens up the medpac on the console and pulls some supplies out--and quickly. "The last thing we need is you bleeding out up here while I'm going down there. Let alone if one of these guys gets back up somehow..." she at the very least sets to giving Narsai some painkillers and something to slow, if not stop the bleeding until she can get her under some bacta infusion. "No complaining," she states while she works. And then she's moving for the door, rifle dangling from her shoulder as she repacks her kit on the move.