Log:Resistance: Ghosts in the Dark

Ghosts in the Dark

OOC Date: December 17, 2018 (Optional)
Location: Duro
Participants: Ektor, Elrych Cometburn, Jessika Pava, Karas Darkwing, Merek, Poe Dameron, Sapphira Solari, Sar Yavok, Tallissan Lintra, The Resistance

Poe Dameron and Merek Black remained aboard the Ghost monitoring from a high altitude. The ships sensor refracting armor design coupled with jammers allows for the vessel to remain unseen from detection scans. Departing the hangar bay of the Ghost is the Far Rider, an 8 man shuttled armed to the teeth. It has a personnel hold with two bench seats in the back that sit adjacent from each other, with a clear line of sight to the pilot chairs up front. Centered in the craft is a gunner position for the turret that has a view from the top of the shuttle. The stern of the vessel is the hatch, which is a door that lowers as a small ramp. Poes brief plays as a holo from a projection camera angled from the pilots section so that the picture hovers in the space between the two benches. The shuttle is already making its way through the atmosphere of the planet, its amber colored skies a staple look for the world, which casts an eerie light over those within the shakey craft. BB-8 has come along to aid the team, he is near Lt. Pava.

"Remember team, deadly force is authorized only when all lesser means have failed or cannot reasonably be employed. Colonel Yavoks got it from here. Ill see you all on the other side. Dameron out."

For a change, Sapphira doesn't look like she's here to murder people in the dark. Don't get me wrong; she's still wearing that perfectly-tailored shadowsilk black bodysuit. But today it's dressed up to look more like a fashion choice rather than a strategic one. Over it she wears a translucent grey sleeveless floor-length piece. Think Leia in Empire, right when she was about to go to dinner at Cloud City with the jumpsuit and the flowy cape-like piece. It's like that. Similarly, her red hair has been pulled up in an intricate pile of braids atop her head. Granted, she's still armed - the smaller DL at her hip and the larger Defender at her thigh - but she looks respectable. She steps out from one of the side rooms in this number, looking around the room and finally settling her gaze on Sar. She lfits her arms a bit. "Whattaya think? Downright respectable, right? Makes me look like I'm made of illicitly-gotten money." Sapphira's role for today, it seems, is to lie her ass off. "Least it should keep some of the higher-ups distracted. Might even let me waltz in and take those manifests."

"Let's do it to it," remarks Colonel Yavok, slapping a new power cell into his EE-3. He looks at Sapphira and says, "Something like that, kid. Something like that." His armored hand rests idly on the helmet sitting next to him, tapping it every once in a while.

Merek has not come to visit Duro in quite a while, and as such with him now allowed to travel a bit, he looks from the viewscreen to the planet. Most don't think it is a nice place, it isn't. But he seems to like it all the same, while he looks to Poe and settles back at his seat to assist in keeping the ship prepared for its requirements this mission. "With the Yavoks on the mission, they are sure to succeed." He sips at his iced treat.

Nothing fashionable about this blond haired woman. Hair skinned back into a tight bun to accommodate her helmet, silver armored and booted. The only concession to superstition and fashion is the the white synth scarf that is knotted at her throat. The BlasTech is that last touch that takes the look over the top, that, and those ever present dimples when Tallie smiles. She is not smiling.

Elrych was near Sap, turned away from the others. He wasn't dressed in his usual garb, instead just a black nerf leather jacket. A red Aprocot, a simple white shirt under that. Plain brown breeches along with his sneakers. He seems to adjusting something, only his pistol the visible weapon on his gunbelt. He turns around then, showing off his face. His sunblocking holo eyeware was there as was to be expected, but under that, under the nose was a bushy mustache now attached to his upper lip. It looked like something and Adult Holo Star would adorn. "Alright... your special man servant. Yondor Jursup at your service, ma'am." He grins wide.

David Ironside is here, also. He's wearing a flashy, attention grabbing flightsuit under a dark leather jacket. He's accompanied as usual by his R2 unit, Ones, and at his side, strapped to his belt hangs a blaster pistol, ready to be drawn at a moment's notice. There's a gear bag between his feet, and he's rummaging through it. "Knife.. maybe." he sets the knife aside in its sheath, drawing a long slender blade out. "Nah." Putting it back, he looks up. "We're doing fake names again? I'll be Dave (OOC: pronounced Dah-VAY, because I'm pretty sure if I put an accent on the E the game won't parse it), upstart swoop pilot from Naboo." he looks around briefly. "Look, if I wanted to be -good- at fake names, I'd go into intel."

In the non-identifying get-up of her armored flightsuit, the only identifying thing about Jessika Pava is her face. It's angled down to give her gaze a clear shot at the BlasTech DL-54 she's checking over. Safety on. Power pack fresh. Her finger remains braced along the trigger guard the entire time in a display of subconscious discipline, and once the check is over, she secures the blaster in its holster on her right hip. That same gaze lifts moments later to cast itself around the Far Rider, only to settle on the spherical astromech hovering near her leg. "You ready, BeeBee?" It's a time-killer, because the droid she's addressing has seen more than its fair share of both combat and secretive missions.

Ektor is the pilot at the pilot's helm, adjusting their course along the appropriate vector. Given their approach, they will be able to land just outside the platform and proceed to the docking area on foot. This will draw little attention to them because many ships fly by the small settlement all the time, whether it be for departing, or finding another loading platform. The holoprojection of Poe fades away when Sar takes over, and instead a ventral view of their surroundings manifests as the ship is oriented. They pass over the massive docking platform that is elevated well above the the ground level of the planet. The Far Rider overshoots it and doubles back to take a lower approach until the landing struts touch the ground itself.

The ground level is comprised of old warehouses lined up along vacant ghost streets. Age has taken much of this abandoned village where life now prospers above it, similar to the higher levels of a city like Taris of old, or Nar Shaddaa. While not to the degree or magnitude of those planets, they can still see the light from the sky above. Upon setting down, the ramp lowers to reveal a yellow landscape. A 'fresh' breeze blows inside, the air humid. Ahead of them they see the support pillars of the massive platform that looms above. They can hear the settling of ships as they strike the massive platform, and the sounds of modified engines as ships take flight. There's two modes of ascent from here, a stair way that leads up to the top, or a lift that does the same. Both seem viable, if only aged.

"Jursup," Sapphira says, as if tasting the name. Her green eyes go upward as she considers. "Jursup. I like it. Ok Jursup. Stick with me, and if we get into that office with the manifest in it and you can..." she wiggles her fingers in Elrych's direction. "...do something with our escorts so I can get what we need, that'd be grand. Otherwise I'll probably just have to kill them." She's so nonchallant about it too. Why, she hasn't even lost her smile as to the name of Jursup yet! It's only when the ship lands and the doors open that she lets the smile fade. She doesn't even glance toward the stairs, but walks with some amount of grace toward the elevator, the cape-thing swirling lightly behind her. She pauses there, squinting against hte sun and using a hand to cover her nose and mouth against the probable not-lovely scent of the pollution. Naught to be done for it, though. Her other hand presses the button for the elevator, and in she and Elrych will go. Up to the RESPECTABLE PLACES.

Sar Yavok reaches over to scoop up his helmet before he slides it onto his head. It clicks into position and begins to hiss as it expels all of the air inside. A few moments later and there's another flick as the air filtration system kicks in. With a now-modulated voice, Sar says, "Alright. Keep it loose. We're /not/ a trained military force on this one. Just a couple of good buddies out on the town." He pops his neck and moves to stand, rolling his shoulders a few times before he slides his EE-3 into its holster.

"Let's take the stairs," Sar says, nodding in their direction, ignoring Sapphira's wandering. "Don't know how old that elevator is, and we ain't got time to fix it. Dirk Steele reruns start in..." He looks at the chronometer on his armored wrist. "An hour and a half." He begins marching toward the stairs. But not like a military march. Just a regular...group of friends march.

BB-8 (Astromech Droid - 888) indicates to Jess that he is prepared for action. BB-8's binary language sounds enthusiastic his domed head angling back to see Jess who had intiated conversation. This droid wears the varying marks and dents of prior adventures along his exterior shell something the droid takes pride in if droids were to have such notions.

Merek settles back and takes a drink, while he seems to consider the ship and stands up. "I can't assist in a direct manner, but I'm going to see what I can find on the holonet about Duro," he wishes to make him self useful, even if that pans out to little.

Elrych nods and gives a brow waggle to Sap as she wiggles her fingers at him. "Yes... perhaps. I would like to avoid any death if possible. THey are wayward souls who do not know what they do." He gives a low chuckle as he starts to follow her off the ship. Walking with confidence and swagger... the Corellian way.

The stairs. David glances up, then nods at Sar. "Might as well, right?" he replies, falling in line in a friendly manner keeping the pace with Sar. He also unclasps his helmet, carrying it under his off-arm just in case. Might need a HUD later, y'know?

Jessika rises from her seat after a slight lean forward and a brace of her hands against the edge of the cushion to each side of her thighs. Straightening out, and mindful of BB-8 near her leg, Jessika steps forward before angling to the side, and the dull thud of her boots reverberate off the walls of the Far Rider's interior. The acoustics are gone when she transitions from the shuttle to the planet, and the gait she adopts is one of ease. Only a subtle wrinkle near the bridge of her nose gives away she's going through the adjustment period between stale, recycled air and the sense-rich oxygen filtering through her nose. She breathes through parted lips to ease the smell. Although the humidity is unpleasant against her face, the controlled environment of her body glove, from the neck down, keeps the rest of her at a moderate, comfortable temperature. Connected to around the back, near her left hip, is a dark-visored helmet that lightly shifts with each footfall. She follows the elder Yavok, head on the swivel and eyes searching.

Anyone looking for a visual guide for how to behave in such a way that no one would believe you're in the military need look no further than Ektor. Sar's comment on the timing of reruns gets the lazy drawl of, "It's always an hour and a half from now SOMEwhere, yeah?" as he wonders aloud, "So... am I waiting on the boat, and waiting for things to go sideways, or you want my help on the ground, yeah?" he offers to no one in particular with a crooked grin.

"See if you can monitor the ships coming and going, Merek. It will give us some good visibility about who is there." Poe says while maintaining their current altitude and using the clouds for concealment.

The stairs or lift provides a path to the top where everything is the opposite from what they saw on the ground level. Rows and rows to tall cargo containers make narrow aisles that fill in the center of this massive rectangular shaped platform. Tall moving ratchets run along the aisles for these, straddling rows of containers so that its docking clamps can be lowered and connected to containers. Overseeing the entire operation is a large tower elevated above the heights of even the cargo ratchets. The windows are tinted yellow with angled lights that cast beams outward into the shifting smog clouds. This tower is North, and it harbors a gateway into the populated village platforms outside this cargo area.

Along the outer edges of the platform are several ships. From the team's current vantage, they can see three. Two of these are south, and one is directly next to them. No one pays them any immediate attention beyond looking toward the new motion. A ship flies over head, its lights coming on to look for a spot to land. Three ratchets remain dormant to the west, their control cabins roughly 15 meters above the rows of cargo containers. A single security patrolman is moving along the outer perimeter, a B1 Battledroid that looks heavily modified and carrying a kriffin' large blaster. Its beak like head jerks about, regarding passersby.

"Right. Souls." Sapphira says, clearly unsure of exactly how souls work or how they factor into this situation. But with Elrych, unlike most Jedi, she seems at ease about her discomfort, tossing him a little amused smirk as the pair step off the rickety elevator that makes lots of noise and thus makes it IMPOSSIBLE to hear anything else. Impossible. "If we get into trouble I might ask you to go fetch me some tea," Sapphira mutters softly to Elrych as her last not-undercover words for the man. From there, with that cape still fluttering dramatically behind her, the petite redhead marches right up to the meandering security guard, exhuding confidence. "You there," she calls out to him as she approaches, pausing to stop in front of him at a stranger's conversational distance. She sets a hand on her cocked-out hip. "Which way to the main office?" she asks, in a quick, almost clipped no-nonsense tone of a disgruntled customer on the hunt for a manager.

Reaching the top level, Sar rests his hands on his hips and looks back at his team through the crimson-colored viewport on his helmet. "Any of you dead yet?" he asks, smirking beneath the helmet. His helmet picks something up and he looks over to a pair of guards talking. He 'hrmms' quietly and moves forward, raising a hand in their direction, "Hey there. Sorry we're late. Traffic on the way in was awful. We're the new hires." He gestures to the group that's standing with him.

Merek looks over to Poe while he checks on some pads, then he walks to the console and places his hand upon it, to draw up a holopad which he uses then for keeping track of the sensors. He sets them to passive as to keep things subtle, which should be alright for their requirements, unless someone wishes to mask themselves. He nods then to the other man, "Alright, systems up."

Passing Ektor on her way to the exit ramp Tallie mock glares at him. "Come on down and get in trouble with us? I can always use trouble." She shifts the helmet under her arm a bit before heading down, boots ringing hollowly on the metal. The ambient smell brings no joy to her face as she does a quick look up and down the docks. She falls in behind Jessica and Sar climbing the stairs, ambling, taking in the sights, a smile about to start if given half a reason. But the area would only give a droid a smile were they inclined to do that. That conversation that comes to her over the hollow booming of containers being moved and a ship going over head might be the diversion that the group needs. She catches Sar's eye and moves up next to him. "Yeah, sorry for being late." She jerks a thumb at Sar, "His fault."

"Oh, fetching Tea. That is acutally one of my most treasured past times. I am undoubtedly excited." Elrych comments idlely towards Sap in an equal volumed tone. As they approach the guard, Elrych stands behind and to the Side of Sap. As any good man servant should. He looks pretty good for just an ordinary man servant though. Still, he pulls it off. He gives a greasy smile towards the guard.

David glances over at Sar, nodding as Tallie and Ektor come up behind them. He lets the helmet fall, making sure to catch it in his hand by the strap. The sight of a B-1 battle droid is unmistakeable to the young man, hand clenching into a fist. "Droids.." he mutters quietly.

Ascending the steps is easy. She might spend most of her time in zero gravity when it comes to combat, but a dedicated regimen of physical training prepares her for moments like these, when it's her own feet rather than powerful fusial engines that are responsible for getting her from point A to point B. Point B in this case is the top of the stairs, awaiting direction from the ground team leader in a non-chalant way that looks like disinterest. Her gaze is everywhere but on the man asking the question, and her gloved hands are set against her hips just above where the belt, slanted right with the weight of the blaster, is fastened around her armored flightsuit. The impromptu approach towards the two guards is enough to grab her attention, and Jessika watches silently as she and the others are suddenly introduced as new hires. She hones in on the conversation, looking for the key elements that'll help her sell this sudden change in identity.

Ektor grins back at Tallie. "Well you in luck, then. Trouble is kinda a specialty of mine, yeah? What's your mood? Explosions? Angry natives chasing us down the streets? These are things I can help with..." He hears nothing, over his own chatter.

The B1 droid looks at Sap, then its head jerks to one side to see Elrych. It raises its weapon, angling the muzzle skyward and resting the rifle upon its shoulder chassis. A three pronged hand points at Sap, the beak like head turning diagonally as if puzzled. "RRRRRRRRRRMMMMMWhat do you need the ceeennnnnntral office for? NNNNNNNNNNNo one is authorized to cooooonnnnntact Cennnnnntral office unnnnnnnnless donnnnnnne through the dock hannnnds." As if to punctuate his statement with motion, the droid turns slightly to designate the pair of talking employees now being addressed by Sar, Tallie, and company.

The two dock hands look at one another, then to the pair of armored 'new hires' skeptically. "Surely no one wants this drek job with drek pay. It's all I can do to get through the cycle with overtime, now they want to cut our hours?" One says, dismissively waving. The other regards them. "Boss says we were to expect some new hires. Truth is.. we need the help. Running a single crew a day is painful. For us, for the pilots, for the tower. Normally, someone gets shot every week." He shrugs.

"Look.. pay attention to the load order. These pilots hate it when their turns are pushed back. Remember what I said about shooting people? That's a great way to get shot, yeah?" The other dockhand spoke up. "I'm Mackie, and that's Tara. We've been promoted to run the central tower. We'll be following the load order for the various Captains, and will highlight the cargo containers for you. Don't kriff it up. The last guy got strung up by his guts for dropping a cargo container on some Captain's ship." The other nodded. "Yeah, good luck. We're heading to the tower now."

"My ship has been in orbit waiting for landing clearance to unload for hours now. This is positively ridiculous. Clearly there's a mix-up on the manifest, and I need to discuss it with your front office," Sapphira says, folding her arms and managing to look annoyed at the droid with the large weapon. She turns her head quickly to the two who are speaking to Sar, arching a curious brow at the words they offer to the elder Yavok. Then she turns back to the droid. "There's really no other way than to go through /them/?" she asks quietly, trying to sound haughty. "It's just more wasted time, more wasted money."

"We'll get it done," Sar offers to the two, along with a nod of his head. His hands move back to his hips and he looks back to his group. "Alright. So. Who here wants first crack at the...ratchets? Well...I guess I might be able to figure it out..." The Colonel looks over to the series of levers and switches lining the panel. Poking and jiggling at a few of them and looking up to see what they do, he remarks, "Hey, this ain't too hard. You just move the thing and the...uh thing moves."

Looks like it's time to do an honest day's work.

Merek keeps looking at the scans while he places some headphones on to keep track, and also to listen to a holotape which he places within the console to listen to as he hums while he works. He takes up a cigar which he places to his mouth and lights up to take a drag from.

"Shot?" Tallie frowns for the man's benefit and then shrugs like she is too distracted or not sensible enough for it to make a difference. "Drek is better than nothing, I say. Gotta pay for the party somehow... but hey! No worries, no partying on the job. We will, like he says, get it done." Peering over Sar's shoulder, she watches him move the levers like he knows what he is doing before taking the walk that will separate her from the others to the other rachet that sits unmoving with containers under it.

Elrych raises his brows as the Security folk give Sap a bit of trouble reguarding entry to the main office. The sucks a bit at his teeth, while in his mind reaching out to the force to touch very lightly the minds of those who refues to bargain. The Droid might be another matter. "You might want to rethink that and listen to The Lady. It's in your best interest I can assure you." A slight bow, playing the part. A look towards those heading up to the Tower, "Hey can you tell this thing to let us go up? We've got an issue to sort out."

David follows Tallie to the other ratchet, giving a thumbs up to the dock hands as he passes. He stays down, picking up a datapad and gesturing widely with his arms. He slings his helmet back on, linking it up with the datapad for his own benefit. He clearly has no idea what he's doing, but it looks passable, surely.

Everyone has their part to play in this stage production. While young Yavok works on getting into a location to find the manifest and old Yavok sets about working out the controls for the crane, Jessika begins to drift from the main group with BB-8. Her hand, more an idle gesture than one that's necessary, double-checks the pouch at her hip to ensure the magnetic sensors are there. Glancing to the astromech, she speaks low. Lower than she'd need to with any of the people standing around. "Start analyzing the container numbers. Let's try to get a general gist of their organizational system." It'll make things go faster once the manifest is secured and the ones storing the supplies they're after are identified. She can get the sensors in place sooner, rather than later, and that'll cut down on overall operational time. The faster it's done, the less time they spend here, and less time here means less danger of getting caught.

Ektor snickers, with a shake of his head, commiseration, "Pilots. Ain't they just the kriffing worst, yeah?" Sar's success gets a mumbled, "Hey, lookit that- I can do a thing to move the other thing-"

The ratchet controls are nearby the group. Those who wander off to seek them find the panels to be standalone units that are beneath small canopy shelters that snap in the wind. Each panel is aligned with a row of cargo crates. An area of the platform is marked off at the end of each row where there are no crates, but the writing on the deck says it is the staging area for freighters to fly over to pick up their payloads once the cranes have set them in place. To attach the cargo containers, people have to be on top of the designated cargo and hook the cables onto all four corners. Then the crate is lifted out of its line up and carried to the end of the row to be set down.

BB-8 stays with Jess as she's walking away from the group and along the rows of crates. BB-8 observes that each row is assigned a letter, and the crates are marked in accordance with a numbered spot that's marked on the decking. He relays this observation to Jess, but rolls off to find out more.

As the pair of dock hands leave the others to their work, they're stopped by a sudden thought that comes to mind. Sharing a look with one another, they look back to Sap and Elrych. "Just follow us in, you can speak with the Manager." The B1 pays no mind to Elrych or Sapphira, and continues its patrol. It is clearly adjusted to being threatened every day and looks no further than what the words muster, which was no threatening pose or weapon presented. The droid hums a monotone sound as it passes by BB-8 and turns to look at the droid curiously. "MMMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNWAIT YOU?!" The droid turns and begins to follow the droid into the maze of containers.

Sapphira's look of annoyance fades into a smile, possibly even a touch of a smirk, as the men offer to lead them up. "Thank you," she says in their direction, but those bright green eyes of hers flit appreciatively to Elrych instead, and her smile definitely moves further into the smirk territory. "Jursup," she says, as if indicating for the manservant to follow her. With that, she begins to march after the men, falling near enough to be 'with' them but not so near as to invite unwanted conversation.

"Alright, well, we're sorted on our end. Just gotta...wait for those two," Sar says, pretending like he knows what he's doing over by the controls. "Ektor and David, looks busy. Go connect the crates to the hooks so I can move 'em around all official like."

Merek takes a drink from the iced treat, while he hums to him self and watches the console for the ships that are about their business. He seems to be content with that.

Muttering inaudibly under her breath, Tallie follows suit with David and dons her helmet to interface with her datapad. Numbers float out in front of her as she begins to familiarize herself with the levers. The relayed information about numbers, container positions and the deck layout is acknowledged with a green light from her and nothing more. Overhead, the ratchet lurches into motion and the bed of the arm that will pick up the containers swings into motion but without a crew to hook the cables to the containers it is 'make work' till she has crew coordinating with her.

Elrych Cometburn gives a smirk back to Sap and walks just behind her leisurly, "On your heal, madam..." He announces. He keeps his eyes and ears open along with his connection to the force. Just in case.

David waves up to Tallie, climbing up the container, reaching for the cables in order to attach them to the containers. He tugs on the cables, making sure they're fastened in place and, when he's done, surveys the scene on the ground before giving Tallie a thumbs-up and making his way down to the ground again.

It takes Jessika no time at all to realize that the way the containers and decking are marked is going to make this a lot easier than she suspected once the manifest is in hand. It's a realization that's echoed by her mechanical compatriot. Her gaze is diverted from the orange and white droid for mere moments, and that's more than enough time for BB-8 to roll away from her in search of further information. When Jessika looks back, she finds empty deck where she expects to see the astromech. Scanning her immediate vicinity for any sign of him is when a subtle sense of unease starts forming heavy in the pit of her abdomen. "BeeBee?" She still doesn't have to talk very loud. The droid's sensors are sensitive enough to pick up a whisper from a good distance away.

When there's no affirming warble to answer her attempt to discover him, the sense of unease spreads, and Jessika starts moving to the next row in hopes she'll spot him rolling along down the line. She discovers more than that as a faulty vox-voice calls out. "BeeBee, you're being followed." She tempers any change in her voice by forcing herself to remain calm. It doesn't negate the surge of adrenaline pumping through her veins. She should have told him to stay close in the Far Rider, like she meant to before this thing kicked off. The last thing they need is some commotion alerting security and brining a scrutinizing eye swining in their direction. She tries to remind herself the astromech can take care of himself. This isn't his first trip out.

Ektor observes the operation for another few seconds before he figures out that someone needs to affix the hooks. "Ohhhhh. Right, I'm on it." Hopping to the task of climbing, he assures those below, "There's almost no chance I screw this up, no sweat." To the affixing of chained hooks onto giant crates, he goes!

Karas has been up in the Ghost during the mission surveying and keep up on the comm traffic from the ground team. Looking around, "I hope things are going well." he says as he glances over to Poe. Karas isn't the best on the ground, still it's something he needs to fix. His eyes going over the readings and making sure they don't have any company up in the skies with them.

"WHAT'S THE KRIFFIN' HOLD UP, DOCK HAND?! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR A BLOOMIN' HOUR NOW, AND YOU'RE JUST NOW GETTING ON THE DAMNED CRATES!" Yells Captain Dorso Taggart, the pirate lording over the YT-2400 'Crippler'. The towering pirate Captain is an absurdly tall human female with a shaved head and scars all along her face. She's heavily armored, armed, and accompanied by an equally tall Trandoshan female first mate named Telly, who wears a red armor and growls incomprehensibly with balled fists at Sar.

The team heading to the tower have a long trip following the rows and rows of crates. By the time they reach the tower, they've walked well over a half a kilometer. A lift takes them to the tip top of the tower, the doors opening to reveal a single, massively fat Besalisk operating a massive matrix of switches that control the cargo lights. He has a cigar he is noisily chewing while one hand scratches his rear, and another his head. "What's taking that crew so bloody long?" He turns, and faces off with the others. "Who the kriff are they?! YOU TWO IDIOTS! YOU KNOW BETTER THAN TO LET ANYONE UP HERE WHO AIN'T SUPPOSED TO BE!" The fat alien begins a waddle toward the security alarm, which is closer to four that walked off the lift into the tower, than it is to him.

Jess catches sight of BB-8 again, evading the Battledroid by moving underneath the very platform the 'crew' had hooked up to Sar's crane. The droid, hellbent on its pursuit, crashes headlong against the crate and spills backwards with a mechanical drone. "STUPID ASTROMECH DROID!" It laments, as BB-8 smoothly gets away and returns to Jess, relaying that the parking slots for each cargo crate light up when the tower marks them. The droid suspects the system is operated by a switch matrix, and the manifest is needed to compare the numbers to contents.

"Excuse me," Sapphira says, puffing herself up to her full five foot four inches. She takes a few steps, crossing between the massively fat Besalisk and holding up a hand. "But we absolutely are supposed to be up here. There's been a problem with our ship, we're being told we're not on the manifest. We came up here to sort it out with you, rather than bantha brains down below," she says, using her most adult, athoritative voice. For however much that's worth. Oh well, maybe Elrych can save the day.

"Now, no reason to get upset, gorgeous," Sar remarks to Telly, looking over at the tall drink of reptillian water. He gestures up to Ektor. "We picked Borf there up in an alley suffering from a head wound. Honestly, we're not sure if he's slow because of that or if he was just born that way. We find it's better not to speculate. We just do our best to take care of him."

Merek looks over to Poe in thought, while he shifts the headset back a bit, "Where'd you find a ship like this?" he asks. Some backstory while the others have to deal with Sar Yavok

"Yup. You got that going good," Tallie announces over com. Head turned up she watches David clamber up the side of the containers and attach it to the arm. She wants to look around her, only once giving into to the need to survey her surroundings. Back to the task at hand, part of which is not attending to that gnawing itch of worry that has begun. But motion in the periphery of her vision stops those good intentions. Eyes wide she watches the Trandoshans march by with purpose up towards the office. She limits herself to one mild expletive and starts to work on the next container surreptiously keeping tags on the two.

Elrych can feel the emotions raging in the Tower before he even enters. This crew was swamped. These poor over worked souls just doing their jobs. We should sew the seeds of a revolution. Rise Proletariat brothers, lets us tare down the Bergoius! Except that's not what this peace loving Jedi does. He tries to push past the stuborness with the force to emphasise his point but there is too much going on here for it to be affective without being overly obvious. "Hey Hey! Knock it off. There's no need for that." He moves forward putting himself between them, Sap and the security button. "Just, Chill man, chill. We're just here to sort out an issue. It's going to be alright. Noones in trouble." His smiles gleams wide, genuine. They weren't in trouble yet no, but how long would that last. He holds up his hands to show they're empty.

"Yeah. That's me, I'm good at attaching hooks to bars." David replies to Tallie on the comms as he peers through his HUD at the containers surrounding him. "This one work for you?" he asks, climbing a container easily where he waits for the ratchet to get in position. He has barely any mind for the people they're working under, which kind of helps him not give anyone up. Menial tasks are the best.

Watching the old battle droid crack its plated skull against a low-hanging container edge and going flat, Jessika is only mildly surprised the thing still functions. She's only seen one other like it, and the only similarity they share is a general, basic shape. Snap's childhood protector has a far different personality than the one on display now, and remembering how it had once handled things during one of Black Squadron's initial operations might have made her skin crawl. She blocks out getting caught up in the memory, and instead focuses on the now. "I hope you were able to find out something worthwile while you were off drawing attention." It's half of a joke. The other half is worry. "Stay focused. We've got to be ready to get these sensors attached." In the distance, the looming tower overlooking the whole yard stands like a jutting spike piercing into the yellowed sky, and Jessika stares at it while waiting for friendly voices to queue up over the microbead and alert her that the hunt is on. Because if it isn't, something has gone wrong, and operations like this tend to involve shooting when things start to go wrong.

Ektor, uncertain whether the big bald pirate was yelling at him or at Dave, elects to holler back at Taggart, "Hey, I'M WORKING HERE." He is, too! Hook locked into the lift slot, "SEE? Waiting on you now, yeah? And who the kriff says 'bloomin' anyhow? What, do I look like some kinda FLOWER to you? My kid sister curses better than that." A crooked grin accompanies the retort, as he looks around for the next crate to be hooked up.

Leaning back in his seat, the crash harness strapped about him, Karas reaches into his pocket and pulls out a sabacc deck and just shuffles the cards. Glancing over to Merek as he ask his question then over to Poe.

Poe explains what history he knows of the Ghost, detailing how it once participated in a few battles during the Rebellion. The details behind how Leia came into possession of it escape Poe, but its purpose serves the Resistance's mission well. Don't be caught, and if caught, punch what caught you in the face.

Up in the tower, the air is thick with awkward tension. J'ulo, the manager has four arms to watch, two raised slightly, with hands balled to fists, and the others propped against his hip. He seems skeptical. "Regardless of why you're here now, your problem is that you ARE here. The last person who had people come up was strapped to a freighter and taken for a ride through the atmosphere by Cap'n Taggart. That ain't gonna be me, and ain't no one getting special treatment from me. YOU HEAR ME!?"

Taggart, the Captain, turns red when it isn't clear whom Sar refers to as gorgeous. She'd never been called gorgeous in her LIFE, so it couldn't have been her. Or, .. a cursory glance is paid to the Trandoshan. There's no way she's gorgeous, she's a kriffin' lizard! Surely he meant Taggart? She's debating this as he points out Ektor, who then has the nerve to talk back. A defiant smirk crosses the Captain's face. Working? No, soon he'll be dying, then his foul-mouthed kid sister can swear over his grave.

"Alright!" Sapphira says, turning on her frustrated face. She lifts her arms the same way that Elrych did at first, to show they're empty. Well, mostly empty in her case. NEITHER HERE NOR THERE. "We're gettin', we're gettin." She even takes a few steps to the door, but her eyes are no longer for the men in the room. She looks past them to Elrych. "Jursup, can you go downstairs and fetch the fine Captain up here for us? Maybe he'll be willing to get the bottom of this /expensive/ little problem."

"Now, come on. No need to be rude," Sar says, hand idly resting on the grip of his EE-3. Watching that mean Captain's hand ever so slowly slide her pistol from its holster, Sar decides it's time to make a move.

With the custom grip and holster he's got rigged up, his sawn-off EE-3 blaster carbine slides out like buttered lightning and is pointed in her face. "Best not to draw that smokewagon, ma'am. Might hurt yourself. Or give me reason to. Best to just walk away and let us conclude our business at that."

Sar's a scary dude what with that calm yet modulated voice of his and his steady gun-hand. Now whether the Captain thinks he's scary is yet to be seen.

Merek leans back while he nods to Poe and to his story. The man checks his headset, then he places that back on while he shifts his gaze to the scanners with curious thought. He picks up a few scans of the chemicals that seem to be in the planet atmo, while he checks also for the ships.

Lifting a hand to David she signals towards the tower. Tallie is leaving her station for no good reason beyond wanting to know what 'that woman' with her fancy bald head is about. Even from this distance it is with utter disbelief that she thinks she sees a grin, a silly grin at that on Sar's face. It makes her angry though she could hardly say why. She starts to close the distance between them noting the curious tension in the Trandoshan's stance. From silly grin to pistol drawn in a nanosecond, Sar holding his pistol on the two has her drawing her own. She breaks into a trot, her target the back of the bald woman.

"You sure you don't want to just give us the manifest so we can clear this mess up? Literally it's going to be a lot quicker..." He pauses there watching the four armed Dock Manager, trying to touch his mind withe the force. He had to stop before he looked too much like he was concentrating. "You're a tough cookie you know that?" A shakes of the head. "Fine..." He nods to Sap and steps out onto the railing. He looks down and shouts towards Taggar. "AYE, YOU. There's a problem with the Manifest. Can you come up here and give us a hand!"

"Home team, we got trouble." David reports to Poe as he hops off the container and follows Tallie, drawing his own blaster when he spots her going for hers. "What's the play here?" he asks the LT when he catches up. Jumping off containers repeatedly is bad for your knees, and Dave just figured that out. All on his own!

Over the communications band, Jessia is looped in about the dangers going down. She doesn't add to them. Rather than heading back to the initial area they'd arrived at and adding another blaster into the mix, she remains in the maze of the containers, isolated and broken off from the escalating situation. She wants to ask what happened, but that's not important right now. Cursing under her breath, Jessika continues to stare towards the tower, and hopes that the next time someone keys up, it's to relay the necessary information that'll allow her to get started on prepping the cargo they came all this way for.

Ektor raises his left hand in a settle-down shirt of plea, while his right slips to the grip of his own blaster, and shouts back at Taggart, "Whoa, whoa, never match crazy with somebody stupider than you, yeah?" A one beat pause as he notes Tallie breaking into a run behind the pirate. He affects a crooked grin and adds, "See, that ain't a problem *I* ever run into, but smarter folk than me oughta listen, yeah?"

The Security alarm goes off in that instant as a LOUD blaster shot sounds over the gathering crowd. Its source? B1-42. The battledroid lowers its A280 blaster rifle casually, leaving a smoldering hole in Capt. Taggart's chest cavity. As the Captain goes through the last throes of life, the droid points a three pronged finger toward the First Mate now made Captain Selly. "NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNo onnnnnnne threatennnnnnnns staff while this unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnit is on security. Go about your businnnnnnnnnness or suffer further innnncursion lizard organnnnnic." To the 'staff' "GET BACK TO WORK, DOCK HANNNNNNNDS!"

The Trandoshan first mate ran back to her ship, and its crew. A moment later, the Crippler is powered up and a pair of red turret bolts strike the tower high above. The windows shatter instantly as a flash explosion consumes one portion of the building.

In the tower, the manager pulled a blaster, but whatever he was about to say was lost in a sudden, deafening explosion. Without warning, the side of the tower exploded inward, turning the alien into a bloody mural on the opposite wall. Sap and Elych had retreated, and the action had ultimately saved them from an explosive fate. Sparks fly in the tower as the lights flicker, but the docking matrix appears to be functioning. A terminal readout is flickering as well.

In the Ghost, a ship's signal appeared, and the explosion they could see from the sensor readings. It looked like some sort of attack. That coupled with Dave's announcement that there was a problem, led Poe to adjust course. <<"What's happened?">> Poe calls back over the comms while setting an intercept course for the platform. Merek's sensor reading shows a YT-2400 freighter named Crippler is prepping to launch.

Sapphira actually looks relieved at the sight of the blaster, and she has just a few seconds to start reaching for her own. "Oh thank krif-" but indeed, whatever she herself was about to say is lost in the explosion. Thankfully it's not a huge explosion, but rather more just the result of blaster turrets ripping through the metal tower. The redhead dives for cover, lifting her hands over her neck as she assumes an underbelly-protective fetal position. It's a few seconds after the deafining noises stop (and the tenitus starts) that she lifts her head and looks around. Her voice crackles over the comms, far louder than it should be because, again, tenitus. <<WHAT THE SHIT, GUYS?!>> she demands, even as she's quickly crawling on all fours across what remains of the tower to the blinking terminal. Sitting up on her knees, she begins to type. "ELRYCH IF YOU'RE STILL ALIVE GET DOWN THERE AND HELP THEM!" she nearly screams to the Jedi who may or may not have been just outside the command room of the tower when everything happened. Type type type. At last, her hands move from the keyboard, and one finger depresses the comm in her ear so she can hear better. <<CAN YOU GUYS HEAR ME?!>> Oh lord they'll all be deaf at this rate. <<CRATE MARKS ACTIVATED ON MY COUNT. THREE, TWO, ONE.>> There's blissful silence for a moment. Then that voice again. <<SEE EM? HEY DO YOU GUYS SEE EM?>>

"Well that solves that," Sar says, twirling his EE-3 back into his holster. Then there's stuff exploding and his shrew of a daughter is shouting through the comms. <<Yeah, we see 'em. Moving them to the stagin area, now. Somebody, get ready to hook these things up,>> he remarks into his comm before returning to the crane controls and manuevering it to rest just above the first marked container.

"Transponder of Crippler a YT-2400 CEC is doing launch prep," Merek says, while he places his hands to the console to check on things. He looks to the screen to note the sensors as well.

The bald headed woman explodes. Later Tallie would find her armor spattered with unidentified organic matter. Good thing the armor was stain proof. But for now, the droid voice has her skidding to a stop and holstering her blaster. The boom feels like someone body punched her and knocks her out of the track she was on towards Sar. A voice, a very loud one nearly puts the finishing touch on the sensation of her ears being stuffed with cotton. The calmer voice of Sar acknowledging the need to hook up containers is barely audible. Pulling herself together, she consults a schematic flashing on her datapad and heads toward the ratchet over the marked cargo to begin the operation. "Copy that. Heading there now. Sunshine, out."

"Wait... what?" Elrych says as he watches the B1 rip a blaster bolt through Taggart. He might have felt the tingle of danger in that moment. "Hey... where are you going!" He yells towards the Trandosian. "Wait come back here! This is unprof-" Too late, the she Lizzard is already in the ship and the turrets are moving to point at him. His eyes go wide behind his glasses at the sight. As the beam rips through the tower, he ducks, hands going over the back of his head. Debries and dusts flies around him, knicking him here and there but nothing too serious. Somhow he managed not to get vaporized. It takes him a moment, a look between Sap/the Tower, and the prepping ship along with those on the ground. "What?" He asks Sap, loudly. Hands going to his ears. "WHAT?" He still can't hear her. Though, either way he starts down stairs drawing is blaster. Someone, decomission that droid.

David just looks between the B1 and the dead Captain, letting out a low whistle. "Hey.. you're supposed to protect the workers, right?" he asks tentatively of the battle droid. "Come with me, I'm going back to 'work'." he points up at the rampaging YT-2400. "That thing's gonna destroy y-- our workplace, can you work anti-air defenses?" David steps aside. "Just lead the way." he offers, as his hand moves to his side to caress his newish stun baton. Ah, possibilities.

Things go from quiet to loud so fast that Jessika starts. At first its the high-pitched whine of a blaster discharging somewhere close by. She can imagine the smell of ozone from the sound alone. Only a minute later, in the distance, the tower explodes. The accompanying bang and the flashes of light make her instinctively duck although she's in no danger of falling debris. She flinches a second time, but this is from something unseen. A voice blaring in her ear, where the microbead rests, spurs her into action. "BeeBee, lead the way to the indicated containers!" Working with the spherical droid who races along the pavement, Jessika finds the closest marked session and quickly removes one of the magnetic sensors from the pouch on her hip. The droid rattles off the number.

She repeats it back to him, gets a confirming bleep, and then smacks the crate with the sensor's magnetic side. A dull thonk echoes through some of the container's empty space, and a green light on the sensor indicates it's secured against the surface. Only then does Jessika let it go. BB-8 lurches forward towards a new destination, prompting her to race after him. By the time she makes it to the second crate, sweat is dripping down her brow and from her temples. Her dark hair is matted to her face in the humid air, and she's panting through her mouth. The second container is given a magnetic sensor, the green indicator comes on, and Jessika and BB-8 move for the third. The final magnetic sensor locks.

Raising her gloved hand up, Jessika's fingertip lightly brushes the outside of the microbead to shift it back into a more snug position in her ear. "All the containers are marked with sensors and they're ready to be hooked up!" Still near the third, Jessika takes a few steps back away from it. With an explosion of forward momentum, she takes two powerful steps and then launches off from her foot. The gripping sole just underneath the toe of her boot finds purchase on the metal side, and Jessika uses that to push herself higher, until her hands can clamp on the side. She scrambles up to the top, and waits for the crane functioning in this sector to maneuver overhead with its cables for attachment.

"Is dumb luck a magic power? Because I think dumb luck might be my magic power," Ektor mutters as the gunfight unfolds in the least predictable manner. "I'm on it, I'm on it," he shouts, gesturing wildly at the array of shipping crates. As to what happened, <<The droid started it!>> As Sapphira marks the appropriate cargo modules and Sar returns to the winch operator's station, Ektor gets back to hooking up the marked crates in a hurry. A real hurry.

Seeing the Crippler begin to power up and hearing the comm traffic from his squadron mates and now Merek letting him know they have movement. Karas is quickly powering up weapons, as Poe brings them around, "Line me up for a shot." he calls to Poe. As the Ghost comes around blue bolts of energy rain down on the Crippler, hitting it multiple times as the Ghost is raining down blasts which drops the rising Crippler back down upon the landing bay.

The Ghost lives up to its namesake as it appears from the cloud concealment above. Its approach is quick and sudden, her repulsors firing up and sending a wide wave of dust up from the platform as it hovers above the CEC YT-2400 Light Freighter. With Karas on the weapons, the ion cannon disables the Crippler entirely, dropping the craft back down to the platform which shakes it violently with a thundering BOOM. The crew of the crippler are trapped inside presently. <<"There should be Five cargo containers in all, team. I say again, five. Ensure we have five total when staging.">> The Ghost remains just above the platform now, hovering in place as the exterior lights come on angling beams through the dust and smoke that surrounds the team working now.

Up in the tower, Mackie and Tara are left hanging on by the edge of the flooring. They're struggling to get back up just to survive. One can't hear anything, and the other is trying desparately to remain in place and not fall the 40 meters down to a certain doom.

BB-8 is quick to call out the ones he's seen, but even the droid makes mistakes. When Jess goes up on the crate, BB-8 is squawking at her that there's still two others they need to mark. Luckily, Jess is in a heightened position where she can better see what's around. The others are too, at least the ones helping the hook up.

Dave, who leads the B1 droid about, has a faithful companion. The droid identifies the Crippler as a threat too. "We must have the same targetting parameters, organic. Step aside and let this unnnnnnnnit make quick work of these criminnnnnalllllss." The Droid opens fire on the ship just as the Ghost arrives. The sudden impact spills the B1 unit over, bouncing it close to one edge. "Woooooooooah. Hang onto something, B1-42!" The droid tells itself. "Roger Roger." It answers back.

<<DROIDS DON'T FART, TION. ENOUGH WITH THE DROIDS.>> Sapphira still doesn't seem to understand that 1) she can't understand what's being said to her and 2) she's going to make everyone deaf trying to make them hear her. But for now, her work seems done, so she rises to her feet and looks down from the remains of the tower, taking stock of what's beneath her. Everything seems rather ... calm down there. "Huh," she mutters, rather surprised. Then she turns, calling for Elrych. Apparently she didn't hear him when he was talking to her earlier. "ELRYCH, ARE YOU ALIVE? DEAD? EL-OH, THERE YOU GO." She comes around the corner just in time to see him hurrying down the tower. Seeing him, she seems content to turn and follow him. But that's about the time that she sees the dangling survivors. The redheaded killer pauses, considering. Mulling her options. Hummmm. Hummmmm. With an almost pained sigh, she walks back over to them, standing over the pair as they hold on for dear life. "IF I PULL YOU UP, WILL YOU BOTHER ME OR JUST GO ABOUT YOUR DAY?"

"I gotta say, this is going better than I expected it would," Sar says, casually moving containers here and there. <<Just make sure that Ghost is clear to land. Ektor, you're still on container duty. Everybody else, secure the perimeter. Don't fire unless fired upon. Clear?>>

"It seems that it's three that are noted," Merek tells Poe as well as the others while he looks to the sensors. He shifts up the hands on console as he speaks, seems like he's a bit useful to have even if not here on mission.

The joys of being on the ground when piloting is your forte can hardly be underlined enough when blue bolts lance from overhead. Friendly fire is distracting, especially when trying to line up ratchets with cargo containers. But she manages one of the five with the deft David handling the hook up. "One ready." She marks it on the datapad and looks for the next to line up over ignoring the drama unfolding overhead at the tower until Sar's order changes her focus. Perimeters then. Blaster drawn she walks down the aisle of containers towards the Tower.

Elrych happens to glance up towards the Tower once more while he's heading down the stairs, just as he reaches the floor. "Awww Mother Krifer!" He exclaims noticing the two dock hands hanging by a thread. He glances left, then right, then lets his hand sort of push out to the side and make a jutting motion forwards. Though, nothing seems to be happening. "Come on..." He says under hsi breath. It wasn't like it was that hard! He looks kind of rediculious, like he's motioning towards someone hidding to get out of the way. They're missing two crates? Well that's not good.

David sticks with his droid companion, even pulling the B1 back from the edge when it's almost going over. "C'mon, droid." he tells him, not knowing or caring for the designation. The guys from military history class back home would never believe this. "C'mon, we're securing the perimeter." Crates be damned, apparently. David sprints after Tallie, whether the B1 comes with or not is not so much a concern of his.

"Five?! What do you mean 'five'?" BB-8's droid speech answers her in a series of intoned noises that leaves her sighing aloud. Where had she gotten the number three from? Had the explosion been enough of a surprise that her brain had rattled despite not being anywhere near the powerful cavitation of the tower being cleaved almost in half? There's plenty of time to take care of it, though. Once the crane is in place over the container she's standing in, Jessika makes short work of attaching the cables to where they go. Leaving it in a running leap, she clears the gap between it and the next, and follows BB-8's path to the final two that require marking with sensors. It takes no more than a couple of minutes, and with the cranes busy with the others, there's no delay in the process. Touching the microbead in her ear again, "Confirmed. Five containers. Five sensors. Last two are ready for staging." Once again she maintains her last position, ready to attach cables to the container.

<< I hear you, yeah?>> Ektor acknowledges Sar, continuing to scramble up and down the cargo modules as needed to see the loading hook secured. Sapphira earns an exasperated retort of, <<The droid literally started the shooting, Red! It- errrrgh->> a brief pause as he hauls himself up the next canister. << It damn sure weren't anything I said.>>

Karas watches as the Crippler drops back down onto the tarmac, he groans a little bit, "SHit that was close." he says to the others in the cockpit. <<Everyone good down there?>> he calls and glancing back to Merek though with no more targets, "Let's keep our heads on a swivel and hope the others can finish quickly."

"This unnnit is thannnnkful for the organnnic's innnntervennntionnn." The voice rattles off as the B1 droid gets back on its feet. "Securinnng the perimeter, roger roger. Continnnnue your daily task, organnic. Nnnothinnng will escape B1-42's decisive judgement." Just then, the hatch to the Crippler is pried open, and B1-42 opens fire into the hatch itself. Assuming an awkward high-kneeling stance, the droid is surrounded by small plumes of dust, smoke, and random debris as it fires mercilessly into the ship, murdering the pirate crew members as they try to disembark. "Didnnn't your maker program you to realize the disadvannnntages to nnnnnarrow corridors! Silly organnnnics!"

When Jess communicates the last two are marked, Merek Black could see the indication on his screen. "Black, prepare the tractor beam. We're going to ease in slowly. You'll need to use the targeting computer and direct me over each signal before activating the pull. Each cargo container must align with our magnetic hauler, or we may drop it."

"WE'LL BE GOOD, WE SWEAR!" -- "YEAH, WE DIDN'T SEE NOTHING!" Tara and Mackie scream back to Sapphira, their grips beginning to slip.

The last of the crates are nearly lined up in the staging area. <<"Once the containers are in place, fall back to the Far Rider. We'll take it from here.">> Poe's voice has tension in it, but it sounds slightly robotic over their comms. BB-8 remains with Jess, ensuring she remains safe while she conducts the last of her mission.

"ALRIGHT ALRIGHT DON'T SHOUT," Sapphira says, grumbling as she leans down on all fours, offering an arm to Tara first. She'll try and haul the woman up to her feet, and then she'll work on the man if there's enough time to do so. You know, if he hasn't died by then.

"Reckon I should've got a job as a longshoreman," remarks Sar to himself, continuing to man the controls and zip those containers into the staging area. "Would've been a heck of a lot safer, I tell you what." He chuckles softly to himself. "Good benefits, too. Dependin' on where you work."

Merek leans on his chair while he takes a drink from the iced treat, and looks to the sensors while he works with the console.

Screams attract her attention over the Ghost coming in or the whine of blaster fire being exchanged. Tallie stands open mouthed at the spectacle of Sapphira hauling in a very overweight alien clinging onto the side of the building for his life. Unfreezing she pelts for the stairs and then slows at how shaky they feel under her weight as she climbs to help.

Elrych was no known for his abilities with the floaty floaty. He was still learning, and a great many things he still had. Like using his powers effectivly under great pressure. Especially ones he had little training with. He'd have to go find Rey and spend a few weeks with her at somepoint. Either way, as he flicks his hand towards those hanging out the wreckage of the tower with the hope that /something/ would trigger he's making his way back up the stairs to help Sap with them. The others had the mission in mid, he was a Jedi and had to try and protect life. Especially in a situation he caused that otherwise wouldn't have happened. "Hang on, I'm coming!" He announces.

"B1-42! With me!" David shouts over the gunfire at the droid he's with. There's nothing he can do for the mission at this point, but there's still time to convince the droid to work security on Blackrock rather than this dump. Or what's left of it. "There, that ship. Those are friendlies, I saw some people enter the tower from it earlier, before it exploded." David points out the Ghost to B1. "Whatever you do, don't shoot that one."

The final cables are hooked up, the cargo container is ready for staging, and Jessika slips off and onto the deck to land in a low crouch. "Alright, BeeBee, take us to the rest of the group." She almost said the staging area, but she'd rather not find out what it's like to be caught in a ship's tractor beam without being in a ship of her own. Jogging the necessary distance, she navigates the thousand-meter cargo range to link up with the rest of the ground team. This is the most tense period of all. While they're not completely the instigators in this scenario, since they didn't fire the first shot, she's not sure how security is going to handle a vessel trying to load up with cargo containers while the area, for all intents and purposes, should be locked down pending an investigation on what the hell just happened. She hasn't drawn her blaster, yet, but her hand rests on the contour of the grip, and her gaze shuffles around to the various team members to see if any of them have been injured in the fight that had ensued.

"Arright, further on our list of 'things nobody expected to hear today', SAR: you've been hooked up," Ektor hollers back to the Lt. Colonel on the lift mechanism, as the latest of their targeted cargo modules is secured. A sharp look aside at the stairs of dangling doom, as Tallie and Elrych hurry to help Sapphira. Yet, Ektor's halfway across the warehouse floor, and they've a job to get done. <<How many we got left, yeah?>> He looks around, seeking the answer to his own question.

Hearing Poe's tone of voice, Karas keeps his eyes on the sensors from the co-pilots seat, his hands are on the trigger. He's not gripping them, but Karas is just relaxed and watching over the others as they go about finishing up with the cargo.

With the cargo containers placed, the team on the ground feels the presence of the Ghost's engines as they keep it propelled above them, hovering with no concern to the small vortex it creates. Each container lifts slowly up and is brought within range of the magnetic storage area beneath the Ghost's own personal hangar. When the final is in place, the Ghost pivots about slowly and the gold engines begin to glow brighter, warning of the impending discharge that sees the ship shot skyward and into the atmosphere of the yellow planet. It is not long after that the Far Rider meets the craft in high orbit, docks, and in a flash of brilliant blue light, the Ghost is gone.