Log:Resistance: Bulking Down

Bulking Down

OOC Date: August 20,2018
Location: Ord Mantel's orbit
Participants: Devii, Tess Ul'Datha, Nova, Syrus, Jonn Drayson, Sera, Ambrosia Greystorm(GM) , The Resistance

Somewhere within sight of Ord Mantel...

The fight between pirate and Resistance forces is on.

The bulk freighter is like the stretch limo of the cargo-hauling world, and this particular one happens to be bristling with escorts and is shrouded by a viscious dogfight between pirates and the Resistance - pirates with tactical prowess and the moral high ground.

It's not been an easy ride in, but the initial punch thrown by the SFC has given our boarding party the opportunity they need to slip through the cracks and into an open bay door. Open, because some of the bombers we came to steal have already escaped and because the freighter is adrift like a stunned fish, mouth(s) agape.

Inside the starboard, fore cargo platform an empty pair of docking clamps welcomes the inbound dropship with open arms. No hug, though, because systems are down and the King's Ransom's crew are a little overwhelmed with scrambling to reboot her. Emergency lighting illuminates the cargo space eerily, easily concealing what may or may not be lying in wait.

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Or would conceal, if what's lying in wait was at all subtle. Bolts of plasma begin pelting the shield of the trooper transport when it comes careening into the tarmac and prepares to spill its militant cargo. A pair of sentry droids are marching in from a forward hatch to welcome the intruders with a hail of fire. They don't seem deterred by the fact that this ship possesses a turret.

Devii looks over the assembled boarding party. "We need to keep moving and move fast, clear the bottom level then move up to the bridge." She reitterates in laymens terms the breifing they had before leaving here. "Once we have control the of the bridge we can clear the Cargo Bay and get the Chief to the engine room to boot this ship back up. Get our pilots in to fly these bombers and jump the frack away from this system." She turns towards the hatch, holding on to the bulkhead as blaster fire rocks the shields and the ship. She takes a few deep breaths and as soon as the hatch is shield she pushes out into the ship.

The Engineer in question is the only member of the crew not suited for an all out battle, well, not a battle of violence but rather a battle with inoperable systems and engines. She remains on the transport and at the rear of the formation, if there is a formation. Sera knows she's next to useless in a blaster fight, and she has no notions of testing that theory now. The Chief offers nothing in the way of tactical advice. She knew her place in all this, and silence reigned supreme while she stayed out of the way so the soldiers could do what they were trained to do.

Tess' left arm dangles from where she's holding onto the neckline of her armor, frowning throughout the flight into the bulk freighter. The telling rumble of blaster fire against shields only serves to deepen that frown until they've settled down onto the tarmac permitting he hatch to open. Once they're down, she pops up from the bench with her F-11D rifle slung up into her shoulder, ready, and her head bouncing once in the affirmative to Devii. "Stay down, move when we move, always on the bounce. Hoah?" A half grin, a wink, and then Tess is following the Lt. out the hatch into the suck, firing as she moves into cover. One of the pirates already lost their head over the whole thing.

What would a boarding action be without a couple of Jedi? Lame, that's what. Syrus Volo sits quietly in the boarding shuttle, his thumbs tracing softly over the leather-bound grip of his lightsaber. Once the shuttle sets down, the large, dark-skinned man stands and makes his way toward the ramp, the emerald blade of his saber crackling to life as he does so.

Jonn Drayson was an Action Hero. Therefore, he preferred a straight-up fight to all this sneaking around. "Ohf coahse," was his assessment of Devii's plan. He was in heavy trooper gear. He had his blaster pistol. He had a blue beam o' death sitting in his palm. The lightsaber was a foot-long tube with double handgrips, controls recessed into the top one so they'd sit under his palm. His role was shock and awe. Not literally, because that was a path to the Dark Side after all. But maybe, just maybe, he'd saw off enough blaster barrels to convince people to give up. It was the way of the Jedi, after all.

Droids, however, were fair game. To a point. The fall of Jedi during the Clone Wars was something Jonn attributed to getting too comfortable mowing down waves of droids, desensitizing them to the act of killing. He would do well to remember this.

Descending the ramp, the lightsaber in his hand burst into life with a snap-hiss, illuminating the bay with an eerie blue. Incoming fire was deflected with far more skill than he'd shown to the Resistance earlier. Jonn had been studying Soresu, see. It fit his defensive mindset. It was apt. His comrades took out the sentry droids easily. "Gau!" he declared, on overwatch while the rest of the team moved.

Calm in her seat, despite the white knuckles on the hand holding the safety strap beside her, Nova Korell goes over the briefing in her head once more. Board ship. Blast pirates. Capture ship and cargo. Go home.

If only it were ever that easy...

It sure doesn't start that way, with a hurried combat landing and an equally hurried rush down the ramp to engage the first line of defense: A pair of heavily armed droids. Following Devii and Tess down the ramp, the former Stormtrooper drops into a kneeling position at the foot of the ramp and fires twice at the only one still standing. The second shot hits, and it collapses in a shower of sparks.

She glances quickly around. "Clear. We have a beachhead," she says calmly, giving a little sigh of relief. It's a start. And she's in her element.

One of the sentries goes down in a shower of sparks and the familiar stench of ozone will soon tickle advancing nostrils. The other droid staggers back under Devii's return fire, E-11 attachment arm dangling by spittin' wires. Before it can fire off a volley from its still 'ok' arm, Nova's shot penetrates just above the breast plate and BOOM. Down it goes. And then?

It's quiet. Too quiet, save for the sputtering hiss of dying ciruitry.

While the red glow of deactivated droids' wounds slowly fade in the shadows, the softly illuminating green of lift panel can be seen ahead and to the right. The metal plate beside the panel identifies this current level as 'cargo' and lists the 2 options: Level 1 - Operations, Crew Quarters or Level 2 - Command, Engineering, Galley

Devii waits a moment, her pistol still raised just incase more were to come. Turning to see Jonn and Syrus disembark along with the Chief and Nova so shouts back into the ship. "Nerf Beta, Theta, and Gamma. Hold this breach point and keep our shuttle secure." She looks back to the others, "Sergeant, Corporal, Chief, and Old Jedi's on me. We're heading up to clear the first level." She moves towards the lift with purpose.

Chief Petty Officer West remains aboard the craft until the all clear is given, and even then she's hesitant to come down until she hears her rank specifically. Responding immediately so as to not be a hindrance, she grabs her gear and trails after the squad that Devii calls out. Once in position, Sera takes a moment to look around, and her gaze slows when she sees the two Jedi, their lightsabers humming. She'd never been around Jedi before and was slightly awe stricken without looking it of course. She maintains her military bearing.

Tess glances back towards the glow of lightsabers once the hangar has fallen into silence. When Devii moves, Tess is with her with her rifle slung across her chest in a low ready position.

"Understood," remarks Syrus, dipping his head to Devii. A glance over to Jonn and he gives his fellow Knight a smile. "You seem happy to be stretching your legs, my friend," Syrus remarks, ever keeping a watchful eye as he follows behind the Resistance soldiers.

"I am nahd ohld!" said the forty-two year old bodybuilding greying-haired widows-peaking wrinkled-faced thickly-accented Jedi. He moved to follow Devii, disengaging the saber as he went. After all, friendly-fire incidents with a lightsaber were likely in a turbolift. "I do nahd like der sneahking around," he explained to Syrus, with an equal amount of concern and relief in his voice. "It's good to get auhd and fight foah a cause again. We just haf to be syure nahd to do what Mastah Ax does and kill dem widoud ledding dem surrendah." There was more than concern in his voice on that part. There was straight-up worry.

"Let's hope we can smash through whatever defenses they have on that level. After the welcome they gave us, there's no way they don't know we're here," Nova puts in, moving to follow her fellow soldiers into the 'lift, stacking up at the entryway. "Watch the corners, keep your back away from any powered doors, closed or not. We might've missed yelling 'surprise', but there's still plenty of party to be had."

The lift isn't anything remarkable, really. In fact, it's just enclosed on three sides and a look up will tell you there's a short climb up the chute to Level 1. 3 meters at most. Whatever it leads to must be partitioned off from this forward cargo bay by the bulkhead overhead. Aside from the dip of bulkhead spanning starboard - port side and masking the most fore-forward section, this cargo bay possesses a vaulted ceiling nearly two levels high that's cut only by cat walks. But the lift chute? A short ride, for sure.

It's a decently sized platform, but not much elbow room to be had once all are piled on. At least with the open-air design down here, there's no risk of being gassed by your companions.

As they neared this lift, Sera doesn't have a weapon to contend with which frees her to watch their surroundings as they advance. Even being at the tail end, she sees something that makes her nervous. "Lieutenant! There's cameras on that lift, and they're active. The lights are blinking on them." She points with her free hand while her other keeps her gear close and pinned against her side.

Devii looks to Sera a moment as she makes her announcment. She hadn't noticed, "Well... not that they don't already know we're here..." She looks up, then over to Tess, "What do you think Sergeant?" She asks the women, "Shoot out the Camera's and start the hump up this shaft or?" She's the kind of officer who takes suggestions, especially from someone as experiances as the Platoon Sergeant.

Tess spies the cameras then cranes her head to gaze up the shaft with a raised brow. "Either way sucks, El.Tee." She says quietly, "Hard to fire from a ladder, though." Holding up her rifle, "Might not be much in the way of cover in the lift, but at least we can shoot back." She gazes over at the pair of Jedi and back to Devii, "We got the robes too. I say we shoot out the cameras and ride the lift."

"We will be fine with either choice," remarks Syrus, offering a nod to the group, his brown eyes moving to look back over to the shuttle. Unlike Jonn, Sy doesn't live for action and adventure. He lives for a nice, old book. There's no nice, old books here.

"Preferable to take auhd der camerah. Dey know we ah coming. All it would take is a grenayde down der chute and we are dead," explained Jonn, giving his old spec-ops knowledge a bit of a workout. He followed Sera's arm to the camera and said, "A quick shahd," shot, for those who can't get through the accent, "oah we can pull it daun wid der Foahse."

Nova takes the opportunity to reload, the ejected power pack clattering onto the deck as she locks a new one into place. She nods as the status indicators go green again. "I'd suggest hedging our bets. Knock out the cameras, then send a pair up a different way while the rest take the 'lift. It's possible we could hit them from an unexpected direction, and they'll be expecting us to either skip or take the 'lift once we take out that camera. They won't be expecting /both/."

And lo, the camera did innocuously blink. Blink blink.

Devii nods to Tess, then to Jonn as they give the suggestion and also to Nova. "Jedi... head up this way while the rest of us take the other lift. We'll try and flank them." Hopefully there weren't any more camera's. The LT takes a shot, taking out the camera. "Good luck..." She says to the two and starts moving towards the port.

Syrus Volo offers a nod to Devii and steps onto the lift, holding it open for Jonn. In what must be the upset of the century, though; Syrus disengages his lightsaber and moves to hang it on his belt.

"May the force be widowed." Tess says helpfully to the pair of Jedi, hoists her rifle, and starts after Devii. Across the hanger to another lift, likely with similiar results.

"Der Foahse does nahd wed as we do, young miss," said the ever-friendly Jonn to the possibly crazy Tess, he didn't quite know her yet so therefore she automatically fell under 'must protect like daughter' status. Which, incidentally, most people here also did, except for Amber who was 'harsh grandmother' and Nova who was... a total mystery and not to be considered. MOVING ON. Jonn did not put his lightsaber back on his belt, and he did not regard Syrus's move with confusion. "You are going to try yoah trick, den?" he asked as the turbolift shot up to their destination.

"Good luck, you two," Nova says over her shoulder, moving to follow her fellow soldiers. "Save us a few of them!"

They may not have far to go, but the lifts are currently operating on backup power and that means...they...are...awk..ward..ly.......slow.

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Probably they could've climbed faster than this. When the starboard lift finally grinds to a halt, the gunmetal gray wall splits on the right side to admit the statuesque Jedi folk as a robotic voice monotones "One" overhead. It only serves to betray their position more, albeit with helpful intent. Tech can be such a pain in the tuchis.

Syrus and Jonn face a brief corridor that spans five or six strides ahead, then forks to the left (port-ward) or continues ahead with a couple hatchways opening on the left, one on the right, and one marking access into some other compartment at the very end. Decisions decisions...As in the cargo areas, the lighting up here sucks. Lights along the floor panels mark the paths well, but there's just a small light inset into bulkheads every few meters.

Meanwhile, the portside lift is waiting for its passengers with an equally friendly wink of green from the control panel aaaaaand the eye-in-the-sky.

Devii stomps her way towards the port elevator, purpose in her steps. As soon as she sees the blinking from the camera her blaster pistol comes up and lets loose right into the thing. It sparks and explodes. Getting into the lift she looks to Sera, "Stay behind us, Chief. Incase they're up there waiting and just start firing into this choke point." Stupid ships...

"Yes ma'am" Sera replies back to the Lt, and remains at the rear of the group, anxious to file in like the rest but ensuring she fulfilled what was designated to her. She attempts to take up as little room as possible to give the soldiers more room to negotiate whatever threat awaited them.

Camera down, Tess gets into the lift. Time to hurry up and wait.

Nova winces faintly as Devii blasts another camera, and steps inside, stacking up at the door. "Ready..."

Whirr--You know where this is going, Army peeps. The portside lift performs about as infuriatingly slow as starboard's but opens up with NO introduction to the level they've arrived on. Is that a faint crackle overhead or just the blood rushing in your ears? Hard to say...

Lt Keva and crew are face with multiple choices about where to go from here. A corridor spans forward with a few hatches opening along its length as follows: Right, left, right. OR they can take the immediate fork to the left. OR the immediate fork to the right (starboard - ward). WHAT TO DO???

Unsurprisingly, Jonn's polite infringement upon pirate privacy goes unanswered. There's just silence. Except for the continued thunkathunkathunka of /something/ in the sonic washer. The laundry room is a little run down, but the fact that the crew has ways to clean their skivvies at all is pretty great. The sonic washer is just inside the open hatchway, to the left. The opposing corner plays host to a small cabinet. Is the door trembling?

Devii waits a moment once the lift comes to a stop and then steps out into the hallway. She turns the light on her helm and keeps her blaster pistol at the ready. She has to make a choice. "Let's head down the center and clear these rooms down this way. Once we meet up with the other team we can circle back around and clear out the far side hallways." Also, if they get ambushed from the rear they won't have a problem defending than as if they split up. "Keep your head down chief."

Sera heard a noise coming from their right at the fork, like something scraping. Devii had made an order though, and the Chief didn't want to overstep her bounds by making a suggestion. She had no say here, but she would be derelict in her duties if she did not inform the group of a possible danger. "There's a noise coming from the right!" She hopes that is sufficient enough to warn the necessary members. Meanwhile, she does as she's ordered and keeps her head down.

Tess turns right out of the lift hatch and takes a knee incase there's enemy contacts. Finding none, she waves Sera forward with a full hand motion over her shoulder. With some sort of sound coming from down the hallway, she focus' a moment, then points towards the hatch labeled 'Medical', motioning for Nova to stack on the right side as she slides up to the left. Hand up, she counts off three finers and stabs the opening controls with her elbow.

"Down." Tess hisses through hr teeth as she strikes into the medica bay, heading instantly towards the doctor, who has as long as it takes her to close th distance to get on their knees before the Dug gets buffalo'd. Either way, the result is the same, Tess is bushwacking the doctor with the stock of her rifle. Either against the back of her skull or between the eyes.

Syrus Volo watches Jonn's attempt at diplomacy and grins widely. He breathes a soft chuckle and steps into the laundry room where he'll begin his old-fashioned Jedi detective work. He 'hrmmm's and moves to open the cabinet, only to reveal a really ticked-off Chadra Fan. "Oh, my," Sy remarks.

Jonn Drayson, Action Hero, didn't understand. He was doing the unthinkable and being NICE to these people. But no, all he got was silence! A more fickle man might have been offended. Jonn, however, remembered that they were in hostile territory. There was still the sensation of murderous intent from behind this door, so, Jonn being Jonn, he decided to resolve it.

SNAP-HISS

The blue blade went SHUNK through the lock and the door slid open, revealing a very startled pirate hiding behind it. Jonn was a big guy with a lightsaber. That guy really should be wearing his brown pants. "Last wahning befoah I incapacitayte you. Surrendah."

Nova stacks up and covers Tess, leaning around the doorjamb as the other makes her entry. "Looks clear so far. I'm starting to wonder if they missed our entry earlier... or if they're ignoring it here and preparing elsewhere."

"YAAAAAAAGH!" The tinny warcry of the furry pirate pierces the air as it launches out from the cabinet to swipe at the big man shadowing her hiding place. Her brown fur is a mess and there's just some puckered scar where her left eye ought to be. It'd be comical if she weren't so deadset on skewering the Jedi with her vibrodagger. (it still might be comical)

Brown pants, white pants, red pants...any color you dye it, it'll still likely be a lil smelly by the end of this encounter. The burly crewman hiding out in the bunkroom has already got his rifle up and while the unexpected thrust of a saber through the sealed door DOES catch him off guard, he isn't stunned into surrender. Just maybe a little too late to take back the element of surprise. *PEW* He fires.

Meanwhile, on the port side....The doctor isn't moving, she isn't getting out of the way...just stares at the rushing soldier like carmteek in the headlights. Her jaw works uselessly in her defense, trying to produce a proclammation of peace. And is thumped between the eyes. She slumps to the floor while the crispy looking Sluissi on the hospital bed writhes and struggles to breathe its hissing last. Looks like that mechanic gave it his all.

Sera's observation was astute. There /is/ someone back that-a-way. Or was. The pirate leans cautiously around the bend of the rec room to peer down the length of hall to the intersection that the Res has just vacated in favor of pursuing the straight-away. Slink, slink, along they creep to cautiously come up flush with the next corner and prepare to ambush.

Stepping out of the way of the leaping Chadra Fan, Syrus lifts his hand and whips it toward the wall, sending the tiny little fur-covered pirate colliding into a bulkhead with a thump. And with that Syrus's player is gonna go to sleep.

Devii stays against the wall keeping an eye on Sera as Nova and Tess clear the medical Room. The Mirialan's orange gaze keeps alert but even with the light affixed to her helmet she doesn't hear anything. So far, to her... it's all clear in the hallway. "Clear? Let's keep moving then..."

Motioned by Tess, Sera moves quickly and remains out of the way, allowing the professionals to move as they need and operate. She is not frightened by the violence or the sound of blaster fire. Like them, she's there for a mission. She shares a glance with Devii but remains silent, not wanting to interrupt any orders given by their NCO or Officer.

Nova, hearing something back the way they came, pauses at a corner. As something moves, she reaches to grab it... and doesn't.

"Clear." Tess says over the unconscious body of the doctor and crispy remains of the mechanic. She wipes a bit of blood off her rifle stock and steps back out into the coridor with Devii and co, gazing up and down the long hallway with a sweep of her rifle. Not seeing anything immediate, she moves towards the next doorway and prepares to breach. Motioning with two fingers pointing at her eyes, then down the hall for Nova: Watch their back. Tes up nods to Devii, jutting her head towards the next hatchway.

The blaster bolt impacted the torso plating on Jonn's armor, burning a neat hole through it and scorching the skin underneath. Now he had TWO blaster scars! The saber flicked up just an instant too late to deflect it. Blast! Jonn reacted quickly, carrying himself through on adrenaline, and scythed the blade straight through the man's blaster barrel. Can't parry the bolt, so parry the weapon. Easy. Next, well, Jonn wasn't a killer despite having a weapon that could do so hilariously easy. He backhanded the man across the face so hard he went down like a sack of potatoes. "Oh, dat smarts," he hissed to himself, now that he had a moment to think about the pain.

The last hatchway ahead on the portside of things opens into a narrow corridor that turns right toward the center of this fore section. Into the ramp compartment. Where does this ramp lead? Up. Options are to proceed up that way or retrace steps and take the lift in the aft-ward area. As for Nova's task of watching their six, it's about to get dicey. The pirate leaps back from her sneaky grab at his arm and pops off a retaliating shot before cutting a retreat back the way he came.

Devii is about to move up to help Tess clear the room when Nova goes missing. "Nova?" And then she she's the blaster bolt screech past Nova, almost hitting her. The LT raises her blaster pistol and before the scurvy dog and run around the corner, puts two in his back. The first one hitting the wall behind him. She grumbles and turns, "Let's go, Oscar Mike." She moves with Tess to clear the other rooms until they get to the ramp. "Well... let's see if we can find our Jedi..." And she continues forward up the ramp hoping it'll lead to him.

Sera remains out of the way, and waits to be told what to do. She isn't there to overstep her welcome or get in the way. She seems to be good at that sort of thing so far.

Nova steps back as Devii moves to support her, nodding as the pirate goes down. "Nice shot. Let's hope they're not all that sneaky," she says, lowering her voice. Unslinging her weapon again, she moves to continue sweeping and clearing this deck.

onn Drayson left the bunk and turned left, up the ramp. Where did this take him? IT WAS A MYSTERY! Lightsaber at the ready, he ascended the ramp, sensing nothing coming for him. Jonn you're crap. Behind him, up the ramp, was Engineering. That was a critical thing, wasn't it? Jonn headed in that direction.

The ramp is thoughtfully coated with slip-resistant tape and about as well illuminated as any other compartment on board right now. An illumination that's suddenly greatly improved as the overhead lights sputter back to life and a new hum of rebooting systems vibrates the walls. Oh dear. There must be one engineer worth their weight in spice among this pir--

The main power falters again, powering down with a low whine. Back into the semi-dark.

The ramp opens up to an elongated ring corridor, in which it sits centrally. The doors to the bridge are directly ahead. To the left - crew bunks and an aftward entrance to the galley. To the right - crew bunks and an aftward entrance to the fresher. Directly aftward on this ring corridor is access to central engineering. It seems the pirates have given up their game of hide'n'seek, though, and make no effort to conceal their intentions. The gig is up! Some cross fire starts up, errupting from both port and star crew bunks. While this is happening, a little mouse droid rolls into the fray from somewhere port/aft (galley??) and weebles an inappropriately merry tune as it approaches Jonn, en route toward the fireteam.

Devii attempts to move quietly up the ramp but her boots are hard and tap loudly against the deck plating of the ramp. Once they reach ahead and Devii can see the bridge doors she hefts a sigh of relief. "Alright... let's get these rooms cleared along with Engineering and then we'll take the bridge so the Chief can--" Womp womp... Blaster fires comes reining down and it forces Devii to a knee, who fires back three time before taking a bolt to her ches which sends her flying back onto her ass, smoke rising from her armor. SHe growls in pain.

Again, not being a part of the fight, Sera is able to use her powers of observation to better aid her squad. Identifying yet another pending threat, Sera drops to a knee and pulls the Lt back and out of the immediate line of fire. Meanwhile, she's calling out to those present. "There's a detonator on that MSE droid! Be careful!"

Tess follows along with the gaggle of Army gangsters as they clear rooms and ascend ramps to places. When Devii gets blastest, Tess rushes over with her rifle up to fire. "Get her back!" Motioning from Sera to the Lt. Leaning herself around a corner to take her trio of shots of which only one hits.

The droid has a bahmb? "GET DAUN!" Jonn declared to the assembled room as he swung his saber, scraping the top of the droid and leaving it smoking but not doing anything to stop it. Curses! "GET AWAY FROM DER DROIHD!" he boomed. Stress equals LOUD JONN.

Close behind Devii and Tess, Nova's got a front row seat to the beginning of the firefight... and the blasting of her CO. "Devii!" she exclaims, swinging up her rifle and furiously returning the incoming fire!

Three shots, two hits. She has a bad feeling they're going to have to clear this deck completely before they can help Devii.

And there's still that MSE droid with the blinking red light to deal with...

The sound of raucous laughter rings out over the stream of crossfire, complete with a pretty spot-on mockery of Jonn's desperate warning call. "Get daaauuun!" Ahahahaahahha, what a jerk she who is no longer unseen must be, making a bold emergence from the starboard crew bunk to scurry back into the fresher, cackling all the while. She almost makes it.

Within seconds of the fight's beginning, the Rattataki doing hurtful impersonations is dead, a smoldering crater replacing the hollow of her throat and one seared through her lower belly. While she's busying sprawling in that doorway, just steps from the toilet stalls, her counterpart is cussing away the pain of taking one to the upper right chest. He's a tough cookie though and aims to return the favor. "You think we don't know who you are!?" he screams. "You think /they/ won't know??"

And yes. There's the MSE-6, bumbling along unhindered beneath the cringingly close crackle of Jonn's saber. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Devii grumbles, "Back... no! Let me at that Bantha Kriffin' Sithspawn!" She Growls as she hefts her self up, her cauterized wound still smoking. She's broken out into a sweat clearly in shock, the only reason she can bypass the likely stewing pain in her gut. "I don't give a Krif who they are and GOOD. You can tell 'em ta suck." Womp, against the back bulkhead "My!" Womp right in the chest, "Fat Clit!" WOMP and his head explodes. She then slumps against the wall breathing heavily, free hand going to her wound. "Tess... Escort the Chief to the thermal and get disable it." She looks to Nova, "Nova. I need a stim and a patch, asap."

The last of the high profile villains are dispatched so Tess lays a hand on Sera's shoulder and angles her towards the consoles. Her tone, despite the action, sounds eerie calm, "You heard the lady, Chief." While said tech works, Tess'll stand guard.

An attempt to yank the mouse droid away from the impending explosion point was met with failure as a nearby sink from the refresher fired across the corridor instead. Good work Jonn. He was getting frustrated now. To counter it, he /threw/ the saber at the droid. It sliced through the little mouse before the automatic cutoff triggered, and clattered to the ground. "Dat was close," he huffed out, clutching his chest wound. He'd live. They'd all live.

"I think that's the last of them," Nova says, probably too late. "Pity we couldn't take any alive for questioning." She moves to take a look at Devii's wounds, once the Mirialan calms down enough to be checked. Which, fortunately, doesn't take hours. This time.

She winces at the sight of the wound. "Okay... I don't think there's anything in this kit that'll help that, other than killing the pain for a while." She quickly autoinjects stimulants and bandages the wound. "This'll have to be treated back on the ship, by a real doctor."

Knocked backward for the pursuit of revenge, Sera is a bit dumbfounded. Despite her shock though, the opposing forces are wiped out. Devii falls back issuing another order and before Sera can get back on her feet, she's being escorted by the Sergeant. "Heyheyhey, I'm here for the ship, not the /bomb/!" Regardless, she spilled forward with a light shove and fell down to her knees briefly, spilling her tools. Instead of taking the time to collect them, she picks the one she needs. Engines are down, turrets are down, hyperdrive is down. Ugh, so much to repair. Looking to the thermal detonator on the droid that's now disabled thanks to the Jedi, she looks to the Sergeant. "Well, that was easy. Want me to work on the engines and stuff while you guys clear the bridge?" She points to engineering at their 6.

• Mrr-mrble-mweee--* The MSE-6 is not just stabbed in the back, but sliced cleanly through and while some of its internal components sizzle-pop into the open air, the detonator portion just kinda rolls harmlessly away....and detonates.

• Pooooooooooooof* It's a smoke bomb, now uselessly billowing up a blinding cloud to shroud the port side crew bunks and corpse-a-la-Devii in a dull, blue haze.

As for the bridge, the doors remain closed and panel an ornery shade of red. ACCESS DENIED to the end. Whoever is (or isn't) occupying the command center hasn't come out to share their comrades' death in blazes of glory.

Tess upnods to Sera, "Yeah." Calm as you like, weapon trained on the command hatch, "I'm of a mind to say we leave the in there, get the engines up and running, hyper home, and let the entire force damned navy point big guns upon this ship while we negociate. Nothing says; Come on out you old scally wag like a hundred turbo lasers pointed at your exhaust pipe."

She shouts for the door, "You hear that you shit? Last chance to stop with your dickheadery and step out.. one or another, we're getting in there.. now it just comes down o how much effort you want us to expend.. which is direct relation to how pissed off we are."

Devii nods to Sera, "Fine... Tess, Keep an eye on her. Least till we know this place is fully clear. Jonn, Nova... let's open up this bridge." She picks up her comm. "Nerf Herder Theta and Gamma, starts your secondary sweeps and clear this ship." Beta will stay behind to guard the shuttle until they don't need it. Weakened Devii moves to the Panel as Tess is shouting at those inside and keeps getting access denied in her face. She steps aside if others would like to try.

"Stahnd back," Jonn instructed, noting that the subtle approach wasn't working. It was brute force time. Straight through the gap in the bulkhead doors went the saber, and then it went straight down. The lock bolts cut, and the door should probably open now that they weren't being held shut.

Sera stepped aside, letting the Jedi go to work. She scooped up her tool bag and made her way to the engineering section. She immediately got to work. A string of curses sounded shortly after.

Frick. Frick frak kriff and kerk. The 'ol scallywag' at the helm has had her back to the door, calmly watching the vid monitors that have tracked the invading force this far. Four. Four out of six released...then one lost. Fifty percent delivery isn't the worst outcome, she supposes, even if the freighter itself can now be counted among the lost. Her father would be proud. Proud she'd made it this far, helped to stick it to the thieves called 'Resistance' long after he himself could not.

Slender fingers reach up to preen a few wayward strands of ebony hair over her ear. It's an act of pointless vanity since the curls soon see themselves free again. Some nervous habits are difficult to quell, especially in circumstances like this. Mella Quix. Fourth illegetimate daughter to Zeb, most favored. Zeb - the pirate 'boss' captured when the Resistance stole their BlackRock home. He was given back to the lawmakers in at least 5 of the 7 systems he'd been wanted in, she'd heard. Dispensed for justice. Sold among them, in pieces, so each could claim their pound of flesh.

Mella's shoulders rise and fall resolutely beneath the too-big drape of her cowl. She stiffens her weakening spine best she can and turns to face the mythical glow carving through to her last refuge. The sidearm at her hip is freed and raised slowly to nuzzle her own cheek. Gray eyes watch patiently, lips downturned with unmasked disappointment in this outcome. She'd tried. She'd tried to finish the job.

"GO AWAY!" She screams back at the soldiers. "There is nothing LEFT for you here!"

The overhead lights flicker for a second time, tweaked by whatever it is Sera's doing.

"Oh baby... talk dirty to me some more!" Devii says to Mella as Jonn breaks the seal. "All yours big guy, try to gether alive..." She herself switches to stunn on her blasterbut keeps around the corner to avoid further injury. She hopes Sera can get this thing moving soon. She's listening to the reports from the squad about them clearing rooms

"Kriffing thing goes here, stupid piece of drek.. "She comes crawling out from behind the main engine hitting the console to see what it does. At first the engine kicks on but quickly dies down again. A swift against the side and everything is lighting up. Shields, engines, and the HD is booting back up. Turrets are still down. "That should do it, Sergeant."

Jonn Drayson held the lightsaber in front of him, ready, and was confronted with a woman who honestly just needed a father figure in her life. Which, honestly, is what Jonn thought of most women young enough to be his daughter, but rarely had he encountered one leading a pirate brigade. And as a wave of insight buffetted him through the Force, unexpectedly, possibly spurred on by his own instinct, he realized that this one had issues that were caused directly by the group of people with whom he affiliated. That was going to be a problem.

The lightsaber, the blue beam of justice, faded from reality with a depressing squeal, as Jonn let down his guard physically, and probed the issue mentally. "Perhaps he was nahd der man you tought he was," he said quietly, warmly, in that sort of father-is-teaching-facts voice to a young, scared child. With no threat in his movements, or any indication that they were on opposing sides, he walked closer and sat down in one of the chairs in the bridge. Strange, the Jedi Guardian doing a Consular's job. "Revenge is hollowh. Empteh. Whad comes next?" He held out a hand, a welcoming one. "Come wid us. Dere is much to der unihverse, and you would be welcomed. Cherished. Loved."

"I'd Bang her!" Devii adds.

"10/10 would bang again." Tess chims.

The sound of a hi-five echo's in the hallway.

'Navigation System Online' intones the polite ghost in the machine behind Mella and her station. Of course it is. A fleeting glance to the left confirms that the controls are just beyond her reach. Even if she were quick. Bitter tears are welling up in the teenager's baleful look to Jonn and her hand flexes nervously on the Czerka's grip. Spiteful mastermind? Frightened Pawn? Which role is it this girl plays? There is a little toolkit near her feet, open and messily displaying its contents. Was it she who made the wannabe bomb?

So many questions.

She'd intended to deny them the answers with a single pull of that trigger, but now that this final task is upon her, the pressure feels suddenly too great. Mella has questions, too, and with the silencing of those she might give, she'd be silencing those she'd like to gain. It isn't fair. None of this is fair. Her brow furrows, expression darkens to see the saber deactivate. The curls bounce freely against her cheeks as she shakes her head obstinately and face contorts into the most resentful look a girl can muster.

"No. NO! Just DO IT!" she sputters and steps a few half-circled paces around to keep him at distance. A look of disgust fires to the empty doorway. "Or I will..." You're a right shite liar, Mella, Zeb used to say.

"How often you think that works?" Tess asks Sera while the chief works, tugging tobac from her bottom lip after rolling herself a cigarillo. Her rifle is leaning against the wall beside her and she's indicating Jonn over their trying to recruit the villains.

Jonn was a lil bit nervous. He looked less like a man who worked in a care facility and more like a man who put people in a care facility, which didn't help his cause, but he was channeling pure Form Zero at this point so the sort of warm fatherly tone he was conveying at least held some weight. His wound hopefully humanized him a little bit more. He'd already been shot once, after all. He couldn't use the no-killing as an example, his comrades were less discerning, so he continued pressing all those buttons the Force had shown him.

He let out a low chuckle, as though he were taking pride in surprising the poor girl. "Heh heh heh, I'm nahd going to kill you," he reminded her. "You remind me of my dautta. Headstrong. Passionate. Had hyer ideahs. She used to get so worked up into angerh," he conveyed, sounding a bit wistful, and a bit sad, as he looked at the floor deep in memory. "I couldn't sayve hyer." His eyes flicked up at the teen. "But we can sayve you. We can stahp dis nauuh. And den we can all go home."

"YOU TOOK MY HOME!" Mella roars in full angsty form, voice strained to its limits. "There is NOTHING left!" Face puckered and teeth bared in the ugliest death mask a pretty youth might wear, she crooks that index finger. Just a little at first, the doubt setting in and gentleness of Jonn's voice poking holes in her perception of the monsters her people had sought to profit against. The conflict plays out loudly on her face, in whatever emoted auras Jonn is detecting. Just for a moment.

Then she pulls it. For Zeb.

And nothing happens.

What's this? Mella pulls it again. And again. Determination is quickly dissolving into panic with every failed fire until she's left staring at the weapon in utter despair. Ammo cell depleted. They gave her an empty. They left her here with nothing. No way out.

The girl is frozen in her grief, stance overly rigid and unsteady as she cradles this final object of betrayal in hand.

It is done. The bulk freighter has been conquered and Chief PO West is bringing broken systems back on line. Lt Keva's crew has finished clearing the cargo bays of remaining pirate bomber pilots and the SFC is radio'd to roll in and claim the two bombers for a test-ride home. As for Mella and the unconscious doctor, they are disarmed and packaged up for Resistance Command to deal with upon arrival.