Log:Resistance: Courkrus Slink

Courkrus Slink

OOC Date: Septemper 29, 2019
Location: Courkrus ( Khuiumin IV) - Khuiumin System - Khuiumin Sector - Outer Rim Territories
Participants: The Resistance: Nova Korrel, Merek, Elrych Cometburn, and Angouri Dros. The Irregulars: Dyannah Nerus, and Rial Het

Courkrus was a semi arid planet that supported a modest population of Human settlers, plus the usual migrants of other species of the galaxy. Irrigation and modern farming techniques allowed the planet to develop to the point of being able to provide its own agricultural industry. The main trade and economical base for the planet was the largest city, Vlarnya. It was the only city with spaceport facilities. Vlarnya was also responsible for producing one of the planet's only commodities -- a variant of lomin ale that was popular with frequent visitors to the planet. Courkrus was the base of operations for the Eyttyrmin Batiiv Pirates shortly after the rise of the Empire. Eventually the Empire destroyed the bulk of that pirate group at the Battle of Khuiumin. The broken remnants of the pirate fleet became known as the Khuiumin Survivors.

Elrych is flying the Ocilu, jolting slightly as it revers back into real space. The Blueish Green planet before the view port, Courkrus, growing ever so slightly. "Eggsy... take the controls, yeah? I'll be right back for the landing cycle." The Corellian Jedi gets out of the flight seat and moves back into the common area where there is a projector. A Holo image of the specific planet they've arrived at comes up. "We're obviously heading into Vlarnya City, obviously. It's the only place with a public spaceport." The holo image zooms in on the city specifically. "If you guys think Mos Eisley is a hive of scum and villainy, you obviously ant been here... or to Xer's Bunk." He's wearing his Captain's outfit, what he usually sports smuggling good around on his YZ-775. He left that home for this mission. "Our intelligence people picked up communications between Iron Fist and a group of Pirates calling them selves the Khuiumin Survivors. A bunch of old vets that got their butts handed to them by the empire years ago and are pretty torn up about it." He pauses, "That's what's strange about all this. Iron Fist is very pro-imperial. So it's off that they'd welcome them to a meeting." He clears his throat, "ANYWAYS. It's taking place at some hall in this Cantina called 'The Warren' at a compound not far from the spaceport. They have their own hangers there. It's up to you all how you want to tackle it. Infiltrate, get past any security, set up some surveillance and sneak in... Feel free to toss around Ideas before we land. Meeting starts about Twenty minutes after we get on world." Eggsy whistles something and Elrych moves over to slides down a view port screen. Out there in the black, passing them by is an old Nebulon-B with Iron Fist's Sigil on it, a couple of Line TIE's patrolling. "Looks like we're in the right place." He turns back to the group, "We need all the information we can get. Ship names... which reminds me. Eggsy, put that Nebulon B in the Database... People, weapons. You name it, we want to know what they got."

"That doesn't give us much time to prepare," Nova comments from one corner of the room. She's setting out her armor and the touches that make up her disguise, in preparation to assume her new identity. "Let me get this straight: The mission is to get into the meeting and record it, or at least witness it, see about planting homing beacons on any pirate ships we can, and log whatever resources these pirates have? That's an awfully big to-do list for just the few of us."

Merek has managed to change into his smuggling attire, while he has the hair of his changed into a platinum golden, with his identity as 'Ken'. He checks on his weapons while he places the pistol into the holster on the hip, although he doesn't look to take his rifle with him, they're trying to be more undercover. He has practiced with speaking a little bit differently as well. A nod offered to El with his words.

Rial Het is recognizable to any who know him, though in a different sort of fancy attire than usual. Less refined and more 'garish attention-seeking', in a colorfully patched overcoat, fitted red trousers and tall black boots with a large heavy blaster pistol holstered on one thigh. A slow nod to Elrych. "Find everything, get out without a fuss and no one the wiser. Got it." A smiling eye to Nova at her own succinct summary. "We're just lucky, I suppose."

"We will manage as much as we can," Dyannah up nods to Nova. She is going in unarmored. The woman is in full Zeltron regalia, she would light a room with the colors alone: a rose pink diaphanous shirt that teases with her shape underneath, shimmery grey reptile skinned pants that mold to her long legs and pert behind.Silver boots over her knees are in the same nerf leather as the holster that circles her waist and ties to a thigh. In other words, a walking distraction as she intends herself to be. Her pink skin glows as she nods to the others, her eyes catching Rial's before she settles herself in place.

Back in the day, when she was but a simple merchant's daughter, Angouri Dros enjoyed the fame of a big fish in a small pond. She had all the best gossip, knew all the best spots, knew who was cheating on whom - but now? With real stakes? Her experience as a 'covert operative' is laughable, but that doesn't mean that the fledgling Jedi isn't going to try. Or die trying. The vulpine sentient has tried to disguise herself - but no disguise out there will hide the fact that she is a four foot tall amaran; that draws attention no matter where she is.

It doesn't help that her mustache has fallen off three times in the last hour.

"I dunno, I'm optimistic." Ango drawls, tugging at the too-tight collar of a bright purple tunic. It's meant to be fancy, but it squeezes in all the wrong places, leaving her fur to fluff out unevenly from every sleeve and collar. It's likely that she's never worn something fancy like this before. "Bein' a fly on th'wall is easy. Plantin' beacons is gonna be th'fun part." There's a savage grin, followed by the inevitable re-attachment of her false mustache.

"Well that's the thing, isn't it? One of us does the job of ten men each. Just how it is in the Resistance I suppose. Allways out numbered, always on the run." He gives moonbeam a wink before heading back into the Cockpit. "Alright. I'm bringing us in. A number of you have put together disguises. This should help us get into the compound." The Ocilu hits atmo and rattles a bit as it does so. It's not long before they're touching down at the port in Vlarnya. Elrych presses the button and the boarding ramp wines to life and starts to lower. He makes his way back to where the others are, fixing his jacket and glasses. "Eggsy, stay here. Keep the ship hot and ready to go." The droid whirls and bleeps back at him. "Alright, let's head out."

As the group disembarks the ship, the streets are busy with commerce and trade. There are a few colored gang members and pirates that patrol the area. "So... I think Captain Nerus can lead us in... pretend we part of some crew invited to the meeting."

The compound has high walls and there are a few guards wearing the colors of the Khuluim Survivors at different posts here and there. There is a main blast-door with two guards barring entry to those unauthorized.

"Let's hope that doesn't mean that we'll be lucky if a third of it gets done," Nova mutters, donning her armor and pulling the half-cape on over it. Setting her helmet into place, she straps on her pistol, slings her carbine, and prepares to go meet and mingle with a bunch of bloodthirsty thieves. At least Dyannah's words bolster her confidence a little.

As they approach the compound, she edges a little closer to Dyannah and Rial, carrying her carbine in a relaxed-ready position.

Being a bodyguard, she has a good excuse for looking around, and she takes full advantage. "Only one entrance at ground level... but those wall patrols are widely spaced. Someone could get up there between them without being noticed if they were careful, and it's not that far from the top to the ground," she says softly to the group.

Merek stands up when they arrive at the compound, while he checks his gear, also adjusting his goggles with a look to some of the people. He is content to follow with those that are there for the meeting, he would prefer to not sneak until he has to. He takes a cigarillo and lights that, while he takes a look to the compound.

Rial Het gives a short nod to Nova's soft surveillance. "Good to know, innit?" He struts along beside the others, up to the blast doors and the pair of guards blocking them. "You're in luck today, lads," he greets with a snicker. "You get to open up and admire the captain and crew of the Last Rites as she and we stroll by." A gesture toward their Captain (Secret Dyannah) and a wink with the lower words of, "You can stare, but not for too long. She hates that. She hates waiting too, so hop to it," he bids, shooing the pair to move with a small motion.

"Excellent, Nova - you look the part." Before moving down the ramp she donned a jacket that matches her pants, Captain Nerus shrugs a shoulder looking down at herself, her smile widening as she glances at Rial again. "We will blind them with our looks," she adds dryly. "Rial on my arm in the lead then."

When they arrive, the Captain remains quiet letting Rial be the heavy weight while Nova menaces from behind them. She underlines his words with a raised chin, eyes faintly narrowed then skittering away in ultimate boredom for what she sees.

Sticking close to the competent people of the Resistance, Angouri pulls her datapad from her pocket and falls in near Nova - if this goes sideways, the fox wants her tail covered. She is still browsing when Rial gives the performance of a lifetime, and an eyebrow raises with a smirk that sets her mustache sideways once more, but her own usefulness has yet to present itself. She can't even get /bank account/ information on these rich snobs, let alone anything substantial - not yet, at least. There's always another angle, but the twitch of an ear betrays the teen's silent frustration.

The two Guards standing at the entrance stare at Rial a moment, then look to Dyannah, then back to Rial. Elrych is standing behind them next to Angouri just kind of smiling, blue eyes hidden by his sunglasses. One guards pulls out a Datapad and looks at it before looking back to Dya, "You're not on the list..." They both just reek of booze and look far from healthy. Likely hungover from a bender the night before, likely drunk just enough to maintain functionality currently. It wafts towards the crew of the 'Last Rites' when they open their mouth.

"No, we're on there... check again." Elrych says, "Might be under another name."

The other guard takes the Datapad and scrolls through it. "Oh... not here it is. Last Might..."

Elrych nods, "Yeah that's what the man here said... Last Might." He clears his throat.

The guards wave them through and into the compound. The Cantina is to the left, the Landing Pad where ships are parked is to the Right. "We're going to have to split up." Elrych whispers. "Angouri, come with me... we'll get the ship cataloging out of the way. The rest of you... Head to the meeting, we'll meet you back there. Sound good?"

Nova has to stifle laughter at Rial's choice line that gets them inside, turning the faint motion of her shoulders into a quick back-to-attention pullback. She puts just a little swagger into her steps as they walk inside, giving the guards a look that telegraphs faint contempt. Such an unprofessional lot, these Survivors. As they slip inside, she nods to Elrych's suggestions. "I'd look out of place off on my own. Whoever heard of a bodyguard without any bodies to guard?" she replies quietly.

She leans closer to Rial and Dyannah. "The watch is lax, for the city and the cantina both. They've been the big shots around here so long that they're getting complacent," she whispers.

Merek is keeping with the others for a moment, while he looks about, though not noting anything that's really useful. He nods a bit while he follows with those that are coming to the Cantina.

"Good news, that," Rial smiles to Nova's surveillance.  "Let's get inside and see what's to be seen, aye?" A nod to Elrych, and it's off to the pirate cantina for their pirate meeting, with pirates. Rial Het says, "If anybody spies a terminal or dataport, nudge me, aye?" A cursory glance reveals nothing, to him."

"No one would suspect you looking for any such thing," Dyannah, now to be known as Niadri Rentri, Captain of the Last Rites, sashays into the cantina as only an owner come to inspect one of her not so profitable properties can. She deploys her zeltron empathetic senses fully, dangerous if another zeltron is on the premises, making herself vulnerable to darkness that this motley crew harbors.

The wheelchair quasi portable hospital module catches her attention first, a discret glance at her wrist data pad tells her that it is Kavil. Head high she nods, glance continuing around the room and identifying Jacob Nice, Captain - leader of the drunks at the entrance, the Khuiumin Survivors, and then resplendent, all in black, Commander Azameen. Regal, sure of herself, she continues in with her retinue deployed in the compound and behind her.

Captain Niadra Rentri, at your service, gentlemen." She announces in her smooth contralto.

Perking up, Angouri gives a nod to Elrych, flashing another sharp-toothed grin. "Call me Starspit Mc'Gus." Her grin grows - she thinks it's a great cover; she's also very bad at this. "See ya losers later." The amaran grins as the group splits in two, giving the rest of the Resistance a mock salute: two clawed fingers flicked from the forehead. Every military operation needs a backwoods teenager with magic powers like Starspit Mc'Gus.

This time, though, she finds results in the web of serial numbers and port histories. "Well, well, well." Starspit Mc'Gus whistles, nudging at Elrych. "Looks like our Nova is a double agent." She winks, muttering a stream of information under her breath as they pass. "Red Nova 'ere belongs to one 'Nova'." She points at another ship. "That'uns with th'Survivors. /That/ ugly kriffer with th'big guns is owned by one Phan Riiii...Zolo?" She tucks her datapadd away from prying eyes. "Any of those names mean anythin' to ya?"

"Nova? What?" Elrych says as he looks over the mass of Capital Ships parked in this area of the compound. "That's more kriffing firepower than the whole fleet." He gives a harsh whisper to the Amaran beside him. "Stay here and... keep trying to get the rest of these IDC's, yeah?" The Jedi slinks off towards the Bootyfull and start to pull out a tracker from inside hi coat.

Back in the Club, Commander Azzameen looks towards Dyannah and gives a respectful nod. Shala the Hutt is too busy eating. Captain Nial is quick to offer the attractive Zeltron a drink. "Why hello there. We're just waiting for the meeting to start. Have a seat with us." Hes clearly been imbibing already.

Back at the landing area, Elrych is trying to affix the tracker but he loses his grip and it falls off. That's when a Big old Kiffar comes around and looks at him funny. "The hell are you doing?" Elrych nearly jumps out of his pants as the Kiffar presses him. "You ah... you didn't see anything."

"The Hell I didn't." The Kiffar is going for his blaster pistol with one hand and a comlink with the other.

Nova does her best to stand respectfully back and look intimidating. At least one thing isn't hard: She plainly holds her weapon like she knows how to use it. Being watchful also lets her scan the room for potential exits and points of cover. Mentally marking some of the closer ones, she stays close to her charges, just not crowdingly close.

Merek looks to the cigarillo and takes a look about to try and see if he can notice any people of note, though looks like he doesn't, with a shift of his gaze to look at folk as well.

Rial Het sees Dyannah delivered to the Captains table, and given a warm reception, and steps off toward the bar to get a drink. He doesn't quite make it to the bar, though, meandering a bit around the perimeter of the room, and searching around in vain for a data port. He's pushed his luck a bit too far, and at least one of the locals asks pointedly whether he's lost something. Eyeing the pirate, he shakes his head and affects an easy smile. "Not lost anything, no. Just having a look-see to be sure there's nothing amiss, aye? No bugs or anything." Leaning a bit closer, he eyes the pirate again, and murmurs, "You seem a keen sort, you can understand: it's.. hard to trust these Imperials."

Like the great white birds that float ethereally on the blue Zeltron lakes, Niadra (Dy) accepts the invitation serenely expecting no less from such a formidable man as the leader of the Khuiumin Survivors, inside she is on high alert, mental tendrils reaching to read the leaders in the group. Mutual suspicion reigns among the three, Azzameen's intelligence is like a diamond compared to the overweening pride and sloth of Nive. The man in the wheelchair is a dense web of conflicting emotions - pain, impatience with the others, an immense drive to survive at all costs. She also follows Rial, that connection easy, as he bluffs his way towards a data port.

"Has everyone arrived then?" She asks looking around the room. "We are shorter on time than I like for a meeting as important as this." Nodding meaningfully she accepts the bubbling drink offered her in a tall glass.

She's been given a task! Oblivious to the issues now facing her friend and colleague, Angouri continues slinking through the ships, running IDCs as instructed. Occassionally distracted by something interesting or shiny, but determined to make herself useful on this mission, the young initiate dutifully blends in as well as an ill-outfitted amaran teenager, with a mustache, named Starspit Mc'Gus can.

"Yeah, you..." Says Nive to Dya with a wink. Suddenly, the back room door opens and the entire cantina goes silent. Everyone, even the music stops. Two Large armored people step out of the room. By the sound of it the Armor can be described as Power Armor as it whines with movement. The helmets have a blue visor, a long protruding horn on the top and two sweeping tusks from the side of the 'cheeks' arching down the the chin. The wear darker red capes. Gold unitlity belts with many pouches and what one could only describe as Lightsabers handing from them. The over six foot tall heavily armed and armored guards stop just outside the backdoor. Out comes a short late middle aged woman with chin length straight black hair. She's a beauty, wearing an old green Imperial Moffs Uniform that might just be a little too big for her. She looks over the crowd and moves to the center of the hall where a dias and chair are. She takes a seat and her two large and armored lightsaber possessing guards follow and stand at either side.

The man known as Kavil who is confined to the life box that keeps him alive, wheels forwards and announces with a robotic Vocorder, "All hail, Moff Leonia Tarvira. Supreme Commander of the Invids..." He then wheels back to his previous position.

Leonia takes a moment before speaking. "We have a visitor here, the entire reason for this meeting. These old imperials, Commander Azzameen, and his Iron Fist would like to join us. Do you think he has what it takes?"

A number of the lesser gangs who don't seem to have a leader present start laughing. The Guard who had questioned Rial shrugs, "We do what the Moff says. Everyone out here trying to grab a piece of the pie. She's the best option." The fellow meanders back to his table with a couple of his chums.

Back at the starport, Elrych finally studders out. "I found a damn tracking device!" He reaches down and picks up the thing, showing it to the Kiffar. "You guys need to be more careful, you know." He tosses the thing at the large man before heading back towards the Cantina and away from any more possible trouble. <<"Nix the tracker but... McGus got a lot of IDC's from these ships out here... Heading to the Cantina now.">>

Nova blinks as the door to the back room opens, admitting not only two power-armored guards, but a woman in a Moff's uniform. The introduction by the guards and the comments in the crowd cement her identity into the blonde soldier's mind.

She leans close to Dyannah. "She's bad news. Moff Tavira was notorious for brutality and bloodthirstiness, and that's from before she was forced to take time off from the Empire and become a pirate."

Merek looks to the entry of that Moff, then he takes a moment find a place to get a drink, while he listens to people as they gossip when the woman comes about. He shifts then to take a look while he listens also.

Rial Het takes his close call with the locals and cuts his losses, slipping back toward Dyannah and Nova, and settling for avoiding further attention for the moment. The entrance of the Moff(??) and her power armored guards with their lightsabers(?!) ensure that Rial doesn't push his luck any further, just yet.

Niadra's (Dy) eyes squeeze shut at the pressure she feels in her head when the old woman enters the room. Simpering into her glass at Nive, eyes lowered flirtatiously, she covers her reaction. Reopening her mind that shuttered down like a plant sensitive to touch takes a force of will. Nova's whisper behind her reinforces the sinking sensation she has. Nodding without looking at Nova, Niadra respectfully turns her attention to the center of attention, glass in hand with all the aplomb of an experienced ruffian among ruffians.

Commander Azzameen stands and steps forward. "I beg the Invids and their Glorious leader, the Moff, to hear me and my people out. We came a far way to join the First Order but they dismiss us as Pirates. We hold everything Imperial in our hearts. There is a station, at Omwat. It belongs to me. It is my Birth right, and I can't get it without your help. Simply being, The Resistance stands in our way." There is a pause and Captain Nive speaks up, "You were defeated by the Resistance, were you not? Isn't that... kind of a draw back to us accepting you?"

"We're stronger together. Something my father always told me." There is a pause, "There are more of us in the unknown regions but I was sent to gather allies in the hope we could restore the old order. I see now it's going to take a lot of work."

Some of the more rabble rousing pirates don't look to happy and start to protest. Leonia raises her voice, "Enough! He's right. And remember who's in charge. None of you want to end up like poor Kavil here do you." She gives a deadly sweet smirk to the cripple mustached bald man who can't do anything to defend himself. "Listen... he's right. If we're going to grow and conquor and expand... we need help, like what ever assets the Commander can bring to the table. I decree from-" The door swings open, the front one, and there's Elrych standing there like an idiot staring right at Leonia who's looking right back at him. He notices the Jenasaari and their lightsabers. Reaching out with the force, he attempts to sense them but can't. As others looks back to stare at him, he chuckles and gives a nervous smile. "Hey... Uh... sorry about that."

Nova frowns, listening to the arguments. It boils down to the black sheep of the family being peeved because he's one of the bad guys, and the rest of his family isn't. And because of that, they're keeping him away from something he considers his. A good spanking would probably do him more good than a blaster bolt. And then suddenly the door opens, and there's Elrych! And there's Elrych becoming the center of attention for those armored figures and Moff Tavira. She subtly shifts her carbine's butt into the pocket of her shoulder, ready to give the stumbling Jedi covering fire if the matter goes the way she's afraid it will.

Merek looks then to El when he comes about, though his attention is upon his drink, while he tries to listen, then he accidentally seems to drunkenly shuffle into someone, "My apologies," he says. Nothing crazy there, it's literally anything to bring even a little of that attention to himself, then he's placing the drink away while he looks to the front.

Rial Het reads the room enough to laugh, or sound indistinctly discontent in keeping with the mood of the larger room. Like *everyone* else, he turns to look at Elrych as the front doors swing open, mid-decree from the Moff. Past that, his only effort is expended inn looking like he doesn't know Elrych. Nope, no idea. Let's look back at the Moff Lady who was about to make a decree.

Elrych. Captain Nerus, the erstwhile, Niadri Rentri, has to stifle a misplaced giggle as she has a distinct image of herself face palming at the Jedi. She mentally subtracts points for Azzameen's tantrum over what he considers his, even if the Moff might esteem it convincing. She pulls her eyes away from Elrych, taking another sip of her drink. Discreetly, she sends a touch of warmth to Rial in this sea of conflicting egos and manias and takes a deep breath.

Elrych just starts to walk down the stairs into the main hall and find the group he had entered the compound with. "It's alright. Sorry I'm late, Moff Lady. Lookin' good." HE gives Leonia a wink before he loudly and confidently grabs a seat right at Dyannah and Nive's table. He looks around, "Hey guys... sorry... had to take a leak." He looks back to the Dias.

Leonia watches Elrych as he moves and sits at the table with the undercover group. "He's lucky he's cute..." She says uner his breath before she's all smiles. "Yes Commander Azzameen. We welcome you fully into the Invids and hope this will be a relationship that will benifit and last us a very long time."

The one man who could recognize Elrych for the Jedi he had captured? Stares right at him and can't for the life of him place who he is, just a sense of urgent familiarism distracting him. He stutters before turning to face Leonia once more. "Thank you Moff... we can go over the details more in private."

Leonia smiles, something seductive and wicked, "Yes... Private." She stands, wags a finger to indicate the commander follows, and retreats into the backroom with the Moff and her guards.

The Cantina is silent for a long moment and then the music starts again. Nive does not look happy, shaking his head and muttering to himself. Close call. Nova breathes a sigh of relief, slowly lowering her weapon's stock from her shoulder. That could've gone a lot worse. She watches the Moff and the Azzameen brat vanish into the back. "Doesn't seem like much of a meeting, so far. All the action is in the back now." Spotting a computer link-up port on the wall, she taps Rial on the shoulder and nods in the port's direction. "If you're still looking for an access port, sir, there's one over there."

Merek makes his way about, looking for interesting things, his eyes looking to each of the people that are about.

Rial Het follows Nova's direction toward a data port, nodding once, and muttering to Dy, "Looks like the official business is done, aye Captain?" Rising to his feet, he struts over to the terminal, and inputs a basic access command to cover his aim: the attempt to upload a covert data packet. An attempt which roundly fails. "Drek, this isn't a banking terminal," he grouses, in a desperate bid to cover his action. A non audible signal is sent over his comlink, to the others: time to go.

It takes an effort for Dyannah's eyes not to glaze over at Nive's heavy handed attempts with her. What passes between Nova and Rial is unclear to her but her guts tell her that it is time to go. They have won a veritable treasure of information bloodlessly or nearly. Rial's whisper to her confirms the feeling.

She asks herself if the man can be as dense as he seems, but smiles saying, "Where are the refreshers?" Rising languorously she presses the silent confirm on her datapad without turning around to look at the others. Obstensibly looking for the refresher she heads in the direction of the exit.

Elrych is getting that tingling feeling, the one where you just know something bad is going to happen. It happens just as Rial is playing with the computers. He looks from him, to Nova, then the reaction between Dyannah and her compatriot. "Rigghhhht... Referesher. I was just there Captain ah..." He forgot her name already. "Right this way." He stands and offers her his arm to they might exit out of there.

The Cantina goes back to being a loud and obnoxious place for drunken pirates to hang out at. An old fashioned Bar Fight even breaks out between a Laser Lord and a Survivor, smashing glasses and everything. Suddenly, the Jenaasari guards bust out of the back, one ignighting a Lightsaber. It's blue like Elrychs. The two fighting stop and the bar goes silent once again, all eyes on the scarry lightsaber weilder. Get a move on kids!

Nova accompanies Dyannah as she slips away. Yes, it's true: Pirate queens can't go to the refresher without their bodyguards, at least in public. She keeps her eyes open for developing problems. The mission's not over 'til you're safely back on your ship and away from madhouses like this.

Rial Het is already on his way to the door when the bar fight breaks out. "/Laser Lords/, am I right?" he grins on his way outside. If his step hastens when a lightsaber ignites, who could blame him?

Of course, no self respecting pirate queen (pirate queen?) goes to the refresher unaccompanied. Hand laid lightly on Elrych's offered arm, Dyannah lofts out of the room, all sails deployed as they head for the high sea of stars above. The light of saber swords behind them only sends more wind into her sails.

Merek looks when the lightsaber wielder comes to view, then he lifts his brow a bit. He begins moving away, like other people might, it is a pretty standard kind of thing to do when people are wielding the weapons also.

The group is able to make it out in time before the alarms star blaring the the doors are shut in a lock down. Quickly back to the Ocilu, once everyone is aboard Elrych starts the launch cycle, the shuttle whining to life. Lifting off they streak into space. "So we didn't get a tracking device, we got a bunch of IDC's and owner intelligence on the those big Cap Ships parked in the back... ID'ed some hot moff lady but didn't get a packet in to further mess with their systems or extend the surveillence. I'd say, not half bad..." Eggsy blurps at him and he leans forwards looking out the cockpit viewport. There, just entering the system out of hyperspace, and now blocking out the light from the sun shining down on Ocilu's coordinates is an old Imperial Duce Star Destroyer. "Oh my word... that'... Log it Eggsy, we're getting the Kriff out of here." His mind weighs heavy on the Lightsaber weilding guards though. Pulling back the kyper lever, the Ocilu jumps into hyperspace, leaving that horrible cantina behind. For now.