Log:Resistance: Imperial Code 12-C

Mutiny!

OOC Date: January 14 2017
Location: Hutt Space
Participants: Ambrosia Greystorm, Jax Greystorm, Sesti Gath, Qadira Suuryet, Triz Dermout, Sabella Lockheart, and Fuze as GM

The Adjudicator was the Sentinel-class shuttle that the First Order filled with kids and sent off for a month across the galaxy. Three weeks in... the distress call is faint and broken on the open frequencies. "This is the Adjudicator....losing power, losing life support...request immediate...." Coordinates are given; on the edge of Hutt space, just a short hyperspace jump from Nar Shaddaa. An area of space where slavers roam freely. And then nothing, just static. No reply from the Adjudicator to any questions. Encrypted frequencies start to hum across this region of space, and anxious mothers and fathers gather outside the gates of the First Order compound on Nar Shaddaa, demanding answers. But the hangar doors of the garrison remain closed, and a brief and curt statement is issued: "The First Order are aware of an alleged distress call made this morning from a First Order ship. Intelligence suggests that this distress call is either a false alarm or a deliberate trap staged by insurgents. Units from other First Order outposts will be investigating in due course."

Jax was at the pilot control of the Zhou Jith, a small Hwk-290. The freighter jumping into the point that the First order ship had been lost. Jax switches on the com, "Ladies and Gentl.... Ladies, we're here. I'm brining up sensor data now." He says as he actively scans the area for the missing ships. Then brining up shields.

Kadi has the sensors up even if she is in engineering, since there's not a lot of engineering required at the moment. Lily is with her, though perhaps not surprisingly - no Fluffy. "Checking the data," she says, on the comm as well. First things first, let's see what the situation is, and go from there. "The good news is that Ax wasn't mad at me last time. So it should be okay this time too."

Preparations have been done and double checked. The Reprisal has added some additional med kits as well as some drink and snack boxes. Once everything seems ready, Triz begins the power up of the Reprisal, the newly acquired U-Wing. Her new BB unit is set in it's place, though she isn't fully used to having a BB instead of DATE. Once in flight, she glances over to Ambrosia "About to come out of Hyperspace," she notes before flipping on the coms switch. <<Jith, Reprisal here, right on your six,>> she says as soon as the stars look normal again. "Date, err, TIN (for BB-10) scan the sector for ships, give me shields and a vector when we spot the shuttle please."

LC Greystorm is sitting shotgun for this impromptu mission, beside the 'legendary' Triz Dermout. For the fourth time since climbing into the too-small compartment, she helpfully reminds her that "Best not to flirt about with your little pilot friend if we encounter her, out here...those kids are the number one objective. In and out." Then 'settles' back into her seat, hands poised stiffly over the edge of the arm rests, facing forward with the less than enthusiastic expression of one who's happy to have her feet on the ground. Ground only. But...kids. This COULD be the good PR they so desperately need.

"You know your in for it when Haulii sees your new friend right Triz?" Sabella can't helpself as she looks towards the BB droid and shakes her head slightly though is amused over the ideal. Thankfully the mechanic is small so that leaves plenty of other room within Reprisal for things. She is pulling on her gloves with a faint glance sent towards Amber at the comment of dear Fuze. No comment from her. Once they are out of Hyperspace she is looking out where she can humming faintly.

In the cargo of the Jith, the third Greystorm on this venture has been pulling her armor out the locker... she had actually worn just casual clothes on their visit to the Waywards. Now armored and armed, she comes into the cockpit of the little HWK, and passes the seat where Kadi reads the sensors, to stand behind the seat directly in front, bracing a hand on the back of Jax's pilot seat. Her head is bent to keep from knocking on he clear cockpit and she glances around at the stars around them as they wink back into being.

As the HWK-290 and the Reprisal drop out of hyperspace into a supposedly empty region of space, the sensor displays light up. The Sentinel-class Adjudicator is there, to be sure, just a few clicks away. It's drifting, tumbling slowly, and surrounded by a faint haze that could be anything - escaping fuel, or more ominously atmosphere. And a short distance away is a light freighter, an elderly YT-1000 transport, under power. It's turning, closing the distance between it and the crippled First Order ship.

Jax reaches up to the side of his googles for a moment hitting a button that allows him to see Sesti. He grins at her, "Well they're there. Kadi, you figured out what the ship is spitting out?" Then turning his head back and clicking his googles back on, he forms up on the Reprisal's wing and sets course towards the First Order Shuttle. < I got you Reprisal. I'm opening up channel to the First Order Craft.>> He frowns, "Wish me luck." Then clicking on an open channel, << F.O. Abjudicator, this is Zhou Jith and Reprisal. We are responding to your distrest call. Please respond.>>

Sesti Greystorm picks out the Reprisal and the Adjudicator, then grins down to Jax as he notices her. She pulls her helmet on, and then returns her hand, but this time to his shoulder, rather than his seat, as he tries to hail the damaged ship. She glances out again, and points. "The transport, there... slavers?"

A roll of her eyes as she is yet once again reminded by Ambrosia "Got it, no flirting. Sir, Ma-am." The little BB unit beeps when it hears Sabe and Triz grins "Be nice, still have to break it in," Triz replies as the little unit moves back a bit along with nervous squawks and beeps. "We will let Jax scan the ship and take that call and I'll scan around to make sure we don't have unexpected company." Like a TIE fighter and it's pilot. She quickly glances over to Ambrosia and says before she hers it again "Got it, no flirting," before returning her attention to the scans <<We have another ship, a Y T one thousand with us, Jith>>. She notes as she brings up the shields. The wings on the U-Wing are in their forward position but they are double checked anyway.

"Who the hell is that," Ambrosia narrows her eyes, staring at the computer display, then out the viewport. Evidently they are not the only ones responding to this distress signal. "Dermout, send out a query," she mutters aside, then twists around to eye Sabella. "Gear up. No guarantee our arrival's gonna be a welcomed one. Boarding may or may not go smoothly." She hangs tight in her seat for the moment, though, helping Triz and Tin watch the sensors.

Kadi checks the readouts, winces a bit. She nods to Jax. "Working on that." Her gaze doesn't leave the screen, fingers flying over the touchscreen. Lily beeps a bit, and Kadi grins absently, not bothering to translate. "And - well, it's not atmosphere - so that's good. It's fuel. Not sure why the ship is spurting fuel like it's going out of style, but it is." Kadi frowns, as she looks at the ship, trying to determine ... "Did the engines malfunction and cause a hull breach? That would require a serious failure in a space worthy vehicle."

"Haulii will break him in." Sabella offers while just grinning at Triz. "Though I'll fix him if that happens." She's had too fix a few on base so far. The broken FO ship is caught sight of and she curiously wonders what is escaping it before her attention is on the other ship. "Oh boy..." Is murmured out before sh nods to Ambrosia. "Yes Ma'am." This said while she is busy getting her gear on for said boarding things, along with making sure she has her bag with tools in it as well.

There's a long silence. Then Jax's comm crackles faintly; not a ship comm, something handheld most likely. A man's voice, strained and harsh. "Zhou Jith, Adjudicator Actual. This is Commander Malo. Identify your purpose." His words are trodden on, however, by a booming transmission presumably from the YT-1000. "Commander Malo, don't you worry your pretty head 'bout them. Second place pickings, Zhou Jith, you gotta take what's left when we're done." The voice is some alien species speaking through a vocoder, the vowels twisted and drawn out. And then there's a third communication visible to anyone in the cockpits of the Jith and the Reprisal. From a viewport midships comes a blinking light. Not just light reflecting; it's a pattern, erratic, but definitely a pattern.

Jax broadcasts to the Reprisal, << It appears to have a fuel leak. Kadi's identified the substance.>> He's not seen the light code for the moment between the flying Yt-1300. <<Commander Milo, we're here to provide assistance and rescue from your distress signal. Unidentified craft, this is not a salvage operation. There are no spoils here.>>

Ambrosia Greystorm (Amber) pages FZ-4792, Sesti Greystorm, Sabella Lockheart, and Triz Dermout: Nah. Her Imperial experience was limited to assembl line work, serving tea and uh....entertaining.

A grunt of disapproval can be heard over the comms of the little Resistance group as the new voice tells them they get what's left. Sesti doesn't add words, but her other hand falls to the hilt of her blade as if she could slice the alien's tongue from his mouth from here. She ducks her head down to get a better look at the ship. <<Does anyone else see a repeating light from the ship>> she asks. <<One blink, two blinks, three blinks. It is to uneven to be a droid.>>

Kadi continues checking her scanners, thorough and intent. As she does, she catches sight of the pattern too. "Lily, do you have anything on that? It's not entirely perfectly timed either. I think it's probably a person there - not a droid or computer. And the pauses are not the same length if that means anything." She's mostly talking to Sesti and Jax, letting them deal with the channels. But if she's got a channel to the UWing and the Jith, then that's okay by her.

Triz brings up the weapon's targeting system. Not unlike her X-Wing's just a few versions older. "Just in case," she says to Ambrosia and then "TIN, set the Y T one thousand as target alpha and keep a close track on it." She angles Reprisal to set an intercept course on the said ship and over inter-ship coms <<Jith, I have the Y T targeted just in case he decides to get funny about things>> she tells Jax after listening to the com chatter from both the Adjudicator and the YT-1000. She grows a silly grin as she gets to target something again. It's been a while. Nearly a week! "Wait, what's that?" Triz asks as she spots the blinking of the light. "That's from inside the ship too." She points out as she studies the blinking light. "There is a pattern...shoot, I should know this..." Triz notes as her face screws up trying to recall her training from the CDF days. "blink...blink blink.....blink blink blink" she mutters half under her breath as she puts words to the light pattern. "TIN, see if you can tell me what that means." She gives up trying to recall, a hint of frustration in her voice.

"..." Greystorm opens her mouth, then closes it, leaning forward to squiiiint at that light. "What...yeah, I see it. One, two three. What's that supposed to mean?" she reaches up to scratch behind the com on her ear, listening to Jax's broadcast. Her head shakes. "Depends on what they're here to scavenge, Jax" she mutters off com, then wrestles with her harness to escape from the confines of seat. Human trafficking. It's a thing. She would know.

As Jax speaks things do indeed, as Triz puts it, 'get funny'. A turret atop the YT-1000 swings into life, circling round to point towards the two newcomers, and suddenly blinky lights spring up in the Jith's cockpit. Targetting lock. "Don't make me shoot you, boy," drawls the vocoder. "Take your pretty li'l ships and turn around and jump back to whatever hole you jumped out of, 'fore I salvage more'n just this Sentinel." Malo is trying to talk over him or it, but his communicator is fading in and out, some sort of blustering guff about being a First Order peace something. The YT-1000 is drifting closer to the Sentinel, looking like it's going to mate airlock with airlock, having to turn into the drifting spiral of the First Order ship to make soft contact. Meanwhile, TIN and Lily are smart. Well, they're droids. It's what they do. They're chirruping steadily, prefixed with the 1-2-3 beep - beepbeep - beepbeepbeep, and then Lily starts to churn out output at about the same time as Triz's displays light up with TIN's contribution.

'QUERY LIGHT CODE 1 - 2 - - 3, FIRST ORDER, SENTINEL-CLASS...

QUERYING...

MOST PROBABLE MATCH...

AUREK IS FIRST LETTER OF AURABESH...BESH IS SECOND LETTER OF AURABESH...CRESH IS THIRD LETTER OF AURABESH

...MATCHING AUREK-BESH-CRESH...NO PROBABLE MATCHES...

(several screens later)

...MATCHING 12-CRESH

IMPERIAL MILITARY CODE 12-CRESH COVERED CAPITAL OFFENSES...MUTINY...INCITEMENT TO MUTINY...CONCEALING MUTINEERS...SABOTAGE...CONCEALING SABOTEURS...PLANNING SABOTAGE'

Sabella Lockheart shakes herhead slihtly while she taeks a backseatand is just going to listen in. The flashing light thoughis seen and she is left watching it trying to figure out and, sorry kids she has no idea. "No clue..." Is offered forhre side of things. "Just know someone is behind it and not a droid." With her gear on though she is ready to go when able for certain.

Jax grins, "They have no clue who their messing with. Sweetie you might want to go strap yourself in. This is going to get bumpy." He says as he turns down the internal dampener. Sure it gives him less a sense of down in space but it will help keep all the horns on Sesti's head till she get strapped in. Jax hits a com to Triz, << Weapons hot,>>. He flicks a switch and presses down on his trigger shooting the transport, << You have no clue who your messing with. Turn and run. Final offer.>>

As Sesti notes the turret appearing on the YT, she gives Jax's shoulder a squeeze, since she can't reach his butt to give it a pat. Then she heads back through the hatch to the two seats in the cargo, and settles in.

As Lily starts to beep boop bleep, Kadi promptly reaches for her datapad and she starts typing as she listens, so that she types exactly what Lily says and does not have to memorize it. "First try is a no go," she mutters, but it takes a while for the binary babble to get translated. Of course, as she's doing this, things get hot, and she yipes in the process, making sure she's belted in and ready to go too. "I've never been in a ship that fired at something before," she mutters. Guess where Ax has never taken Kadi on a date. Check. He's a smart man. And then she gets the rest of Lily's findings, even if the ride gets a bit bumpy. "Imperial military code 12-CRESH covered capital offenses list mutiny, incitement to mutiny, concealing mutineers, sabotage, concealing saboteurs and planning sabotage. Well, that is quite the list, isn't it? That's Lily's guess as to the meaning of the blinking lights."

As the turret begisn to turn and the voice speaks over the com's Triz takes the Reprisal up and away from the Jith. The nimble U-Wing responds, not as quickly as her X-Wing, smoothly "I am going up and will dive down at the YT," she says before glancing over to the Lt. Col. "Say the word and I'll shoot." Over the inter-ship coms to the Jith <<Jax, I will go up top and come down on that YT just incase. I have torps and lasers ready to go but if we go it's got to be soon or they will be docked>>. The screen comes to life as TIN begins beeping and whistling. Triz glances down and reads it "Give it to the Lieutenant colonel, Tin." The read out that was in front of her now shows up in front of Ambrosia. Just then the YT fires but Triz has already made her move and the blasts go easily past. She fires at the YT while coming on the coms <<YT, this is Reprisal. That was a warning shot, move away now or I will fire again>> she says in the best commanding voice she can muster. She switches over from lasers to torpedo "TIN, narrow that pattern down for me will you?" And her targeting screen tightens on the freighter.

"Blast the skeezo...." Greystorm Sr grumbles. "That's OUR airlock." And that's pretty much all she can do from here. Pep talks. And then the screen in front of her lights up with droid speak. Translated. "Mutiny, on board a First Order vessel? Might be music to our ears. Unless they don't want company." Of course, if one intentionally ditches fuel from a craft carrying children, they might not be the sort of friends the Resistance /wants/ on their side. "Let's go find out. Get that huttslime out of our way."

With the two ships about to mate in a spinning embrace, the turret guns of the YT are depressing further and further towards its own fuselage. There's a hard stop in there somewhere and it definitely hits the hard stop, unable to track further; a bolt of plasma lances out, skipping and burning across the YT's own fuselage under the shields in a spectacular display of pyrotechnics. Probably not intentionally. The targetting lock on Jax's display winks out, and then the YT is breaking away, twisting on itself even as the Jith's fire sparkles and crackles on its shields, twisting out of Triz's lock attempts. Keen eyes will note that the turret is no longer tracking but apparently jammed at extreme depression. For a moment it looks as though the YT is turning for an attack run, but then it straightens, spiralling violently...and jumps, streaking into hyperspace with its useless cannon to disappear from sight in an instant.

Malo is back on weak comms. "This is Commander Malo. Do you have the ability to pick up lifepods? Reactor core has been breached. Do not approach, that is an order." Meanwhile, Blink. Blinkblink. Blinkblinkblink.

Sabella Lockheart looks on curious like while leaning against one of the seats slightly. "We always manages to have a bit of unwanted fun when we go out." She murmures out fiantly and shakes her head a bit while a few shots are fired towards the YT. There is a pause as she watches the ship go spiralling about and then disappears it seems. "Color me surprized on that one leaving. Nice shooting." With the dear Commander back on comms she ahs a bit and ponders that call.

Kadi is listening mostly, feeding info to Jax and Sesti. She blinks at the message that comes in from the Adjudicator. Frowning. "Lily, does that look like a reactor breach to you? the signature is all wrong." There's a definite scowl on her face. "Jax, the sensor readout doesn't match a reactor core breach," she says, crisply. "Either that guy is lying or someone told him a lie. That I can't help figure out which." She pauses, looking back at her readouts, rechecking her results, and shakes her head. "What if it's sabotage?"

"What the hell, he goes any further," but the sentence is cut off as the turret shoots it's own ship. "Lost targeting lock," Triz says after a loud "Whoo hoo!" Grinning Triz turns to both Sabe and Ambrosia "He bloddy shot himself." She snickers to Sabe "I know, right!" With the threat gone she begins to move her ship closer to the First Order's. <<Jith, I have no way to rescue life pods. I can only dock>> she tells the other ship unaware of there may not be a reactor core breach. A look over to Ambrosia for some direction is given.

With the battle so easily won, Sesti is back out to the cockpit, not wanting to be where she can't see. She looks at the ship, <<their escape pods have not been deployed, either,>> she notes, pointing to the hull where there should be empty holes if they were out. <<Are they planning to jettison and leave their mutineers here if we can catch them?>> She frowns as she looks at the floating wreck.

Jax frowns as the yt-1000 turns tail and runs, << I got a bad feeling about this.>> He says on the com he's sharing with the Reprisal. He pulls off his throttle, "Kadi, I'm not reading it either. That or it's a trap." Jax hits the com button to Triz and Co. <<Kadi's saying the F.O. Adjudicator is not showing signs of a reactor breach. Please advise on how to respond. Wait is this the ship with all those Nar kids on it? If that's the case and ou can only dock, It might be time to let them talk to Alpha.>>

"Nerfshite," Ambrosia growls on com and stands from her seat. "Lock up. We're going in. Kindly inform Malo that we appreciate the warning but we'll be quick." She squeezes out of the cockpit and marches her way back to the hold to suit up herself. There's a little limp in her step.

"Negative! Do not dock!" Malo's voice rises sharply, harshly. "Major reactor core breach. We have sealed the bridge, we cannot get to the aft airlock. Repeat, the aft airlock is in the compromised section of the ship. You will relay a message to First Order Base Ziro on Nar Shaddaa to pickup three life pods. Then, on my authority, you will destroy this ship immediately as it is a hazard to shipping." This voice is vicious, used to command, used to being obeyed without question. And, now, completely impotent.

The two Resistance ships drift closer, moving out of sight of the bridge of the Sentinel, one closing in on the upper access lock - just a small lock, enough for emergency EVAs and the like, and one approaching the aft lock. Some fancy piloting is needed by both Jax and Triz, but they're both fancy pilots, and there's no scratches on either ship that weren't there before when all are locked together. There's a hissing as pressures are equalized, and all that is required is the 'open' button to be pressed on each. Both airlocks open into the 'cargo bay' of the Sentinel.

<<Jith, Alpha says we are going in>> Triz responds over the coms as she moves the ship closer. <<You take the top dock and I will take the aft dock>>. She moves the ship closer to her target, flipping the ship over so that the two docking ports line up and slowely settles the Reprisal onto the mating surface. "I recommend arming up" she says into the cabin as she begins the locking and presurization of the dock. "Ok, ready to go back there?" She asks before unlocking the docking hatch.

Kadi watches with interest, listening and learning. Oh, yes. The engineer is nothing if not smart. "Jax, I think the aft dock is maybe closer to the flashing light signal." In case it helps any at all. "And do you want me to do anything but stay here and wait?" Cause she can, of course, but - well - someone has to stay behind, and probably she's best suited for that, at the moment. "Lily, can you keep watch on anything moving other than us around here? In case we have more incoming or that YT decides to come back?"

Sabella Lockheart ahs a bit touch hearing Malo's voice and shakes her head a bit at this. "Sounds like he is super serious on not seeing us." She murmurs a bit while picking up her helmet and is pulling it on, along with checking her blaster. "Roger that Triz. Fun times for sure about to happen." As for who goes first, sorry she is going to wait and follow on this one.

Greystorm's geared up in her nondescript armor. Her face, on the otherhand, is not stranger to undergound holo ads and 'wanted' signs...awhile ago, anyway. "Im taking point. Sabella, you stay in the rear. We need to be quiet and nonthreatening until enemy is apparent. Kids are damn good at hiding, so let's not scare'em into it." Yeah. They're /real/ good at hiding, then trying to shoot your kneecaps out when you least expect it! The fresh bacta patch on her leg is still tingling away...

"Dermout, I hope that droid of yours can keep a look out. Coms on?" she checks her own and clucks into it. "Greystorm brood, you copy? Reprisal entering through aft lock now."

A grim nod of satisfaction is given when Triz relays Amber's command, and Sesti straightens as much as she can in the cramped cockpit. The commands issueing over the comms are confirmation of her suspicions and, "he wants us to do his dirty work for him," she mutters to Jax and Kadi. "It will not happen." Turning on heel, she goes back through the hatchway, grabs her weapons and medical kit, strapping them all in place at her hips and back as Jax maneuvers into place. Once the airlock is lined up and docked, she makes sure the seal is green to go, then waits to pop it until she has Jax with her.

Jax set the internal dampner back to the proper setting. << Afirmative Reprisal. Kadi saying the aft is closer to the flashing lights.>> Then he adds on the open channel, <<Malo, Stow it. You've been lying since we jumped in system.>> He unstraps himself as his hand going to his blaster pistol. "Kadi, you can come with us or you and Lily can stay here and hack the sith spit out of this thing and find out what's going on. If you come keep your head down and listen to Sesti and me." He says slipping in an ear peice. "Little Crash here, Alpha." Jax grumbles, "Really got to update my call sign. I'm not five any more."

The aft airlock doors hiss open...and Amber finds herself face to face with a blaster pistol! "Don't move or I shoot!" yells the owner, her voice cracking. She's a kid. 12 years old or so, dark hair in a buzz cut, thin pinched face, wide violet eyes, First Order cadet flightsuit. Behind her a boy of similar age and appearance, an iron bar wielded like a club. And behind them, children. Twenty of them in total, some clutching makeshift weapons, others clutching each other. One's by the window, a flashlight in her hands. And an adult, a woman in the uniform of a First Order Lieutenant; she's on one of the many bunks in the room, her eyes closed, face ashen, bloodstains on her chest. Up above, Sesti can peer down on the scene, although all the children's attention is on Amber. "Move and I'll shoot you!" yells the girl again, her hands trembling. There are dark circles under her eyes. "Who are you?"

"Tin, keep scanning the space around us. Anything comes near you squawk away, got it?" The BB unit beeps and Triz makes her way to the docking port, pulling her pistol as she does. She stops short as she hears the kids voice but can't see around both Amber and Sabella. Time for momma bear to handle this, apparently.

Peering through their hatch, Sesti doesn't make a sound, or enter, letting Amber take the negotiations. Instead, she turns her attention to the other hatches, the one that might soon open to admit Malo or anyone else that would open fire on Amber or the children.

Well. Twice in one week?

Ambrosia Greystorm, Ice Queen of the rebellion, Commander of the Kimrath Claws, retiree, UNretiree, coleader of Hound Base and soon to be Commander of a new Intel division stands face to face with a new generation of evil. And it's kind of cute. Her lips twitch, one side curling up while her hands swivel to turn palms harmlessly out, hovering a few inches from her hips.

"I see you're low on fuel, cadet. You wanna get a ride back home, before Malo blows you into stardust? If he tries...he might not, seeing as how he requested we do it. Cowardly bastard." A soft tsk and she sloooowly stoops to a knee. Nice and easy. Just one, to peer around the blaster-wielding girl at the others. "We're here to take you home. You in the window...great job. I'm sure your instructor would be proud." The crows feet 'round the old rebels eyes crinkle a little bit deeper as she affords the kids a forced, close-lipped smile. Even then, the frown lines run deep. She's not soft, not overtly maternal, but she is strong and every bit resemblance of the protector that a horde of frightened children need. Right?

"We're lilkely going to need to get out of here fast," Kadi says. "And I am a terrible shot, so probably better to let you guys deal with whatever needs shooting. I'm good to stay right here, and be ready to go. Lily and I will keep watch for incoming anything." And she's suiting action to words, as she's keeping a good watch on the scanners, both of the Adjudicator and Lily helping to keep an eye out for anything else incoming. It's probably a good thing she doesn't see the kinda cute evil, or else Kadi would probably be willing to tar and feather Malo. And then some.

Sabella Lockheart nods as she hears Ambrosia. "Sure thing, nice and easy no freaking 'em out." She can handle that. Once on the other ship she is pausing hearing the voice and staying rather still there behind dear Ice Queeny as she takes in the area. Well this just go all sort of interesting. The kids are all lanced over, and yes she catches sight of what seems to be someone hurt over there too before she looks back to the one with the blaster. Anything ship like will be noted and when, and if the moment happens she is going to be checking a few things out and putting her mojo on it to see about getting the ship well perhaps doing something other then hanging in space. But for now it is the Ambrosia show and she is totally fine taking the backseat still and watch and learn something at that.

Jax is standing next to Sesti at the airlock for his ship. He's not completely sure what's going on beyond what he can hear. His expression competely neutral as his hand hold his pistol at ready. Though as he can hear the 'kids' and Amber there's just a hit of strain at his eyes and the possibly the beginnings of the crows feet he will have one day.

The doors to the bridge are closed and barricaded with bunk beds and chairs and tables, although it's more likely that the loss of main power to the ship and the blaster-marks on the control panel contribute more to keeping it closed than the furniture. There's a silence as the girl with the violet eyes considers. One of the smaller children pipes up, "Ali, I just wanna go home. I wanna see my momma." Ali, the violet-eyed girl, is not just running low on fuel, she's running on fumes, beyond tired, her arms trembling and wavering as they keep the blaster pointed at Amber. "Shut up!" she yells suddenly, "Shut up and let me think!" She moistens cracked lips. "You'll get us home? To Nar Shaddaa? Or I'll shoot you," she demands hoarsely, apparently with every intention of holding Amber at gunpoint until they all return home. A deep, shaky breath. "The Lieutenant comes with us," Ali adds flatly, not open to discussion on this point. But a boy standing beside the bunk with the injured officer bites his lip, tears trickling down his cheeks, stepping back from the cyanose-lipped woman; the adult's eyes open suddenly, flicker, and become empty as her chest stops moving.

Triz tries hard not to laugh as she can now see the little one holding the blaster on Amber. She holsters her weapon and crosses her arms "Well we are in luck then, We came from Nar Shaddaa and my supper is waiting on me back there. I am getting mighty hungry too. I do have some boxes of juice and some snack packs if any of you want any."

Although mention of the Lieutenant on the bunk will probably bring more than one look there, as the woman gives in, Sesti gives once glance to her husband for cover, then stows her blaster. Her hands in front of her, showing they are empty, she advances towards the bed. "I am a medic," she tells them when they turn to look at her. "If you want the Lieutenant to come with us, I will need to keep her alive, or else she is not getting anywhere." Although she's not wasting extra words, her voice is not quite so stark, as she tries to curb her impatience to get to the woman as precious seconds tick by.

Kadi depends mostly on Lily to scan, as she sees if she can learn anything more about the ship, anything that would help Sabella. Or any sign that someone is fixing the power to open those blast doors or the like. Mostly she's waiting, so she's keeping occupied with what she thinks might be useful. She does glance over towards the hatch to check on Jax and Sesti. Sesti and Jax. Jax and - now a moment of alarm shows as it seems Sesti has gone further in. "Everything okay? What's going on?" she asks.

"Lieutenant," Ambrosia glances over her shoulder to Triz. "Why don't you get these boys and girls on board, make them comfortable. I'm sure they're hungry and deserve some rest." A look back to blaster-barbara with a raised brow as if to say 'am i rite?' "R&R, cadets. I'm gonna check on your um...your Lieutenant there, okay? I have a medical officer with me -- that's her back there. She's pretty good." And there's the matter of the blockade, way down there. "Just answer one thing for me," she addresse 'Ali', and lifts /one/ finger to point beyond her. "Who'd you lock up on the bridge? That somebody I need to 'handle'?"

Jax moves up to cover Sest. His blaster pistol ready to kill, err stun as he flicks a switch on his blster to put a little darling asleep if they make a move against the good doctor. He doesn't turn to look at Kadi, "Bunch of scared kids demanding to go home. There's a injured First Order officer and a young lady with a baster to the major's head. It's Aora's dance recital all over again."

The children part before the authority in Sesti's voice, backing away. The Lieutenant's chest is a mess, what was a glancing blaster wound inexpertly field-dressed, bacta pads slapped on like bandaids, a perfect demonstration of how not to treat a wound. First things, though, get the heart started and breathing resumed. When things get complicated, return to basics. Chest compressions and rescue breathing, right? At first there's nothing, the woman's body passive and limp. But then a jumping pulse, weak and thready, and a wheezing, ragged breath.

Ali stares back at Amber. "The Captain tried to kill CA-8744. He tried to space her." Her voice trembles, and a girl with the CA-8744 designation on her uniform bursts into tears. "For failing her assignment," Ali's voice tightens. She can't be far from tears herself. "The Lieutenant took our side. There was a firefight. The Engineer was killed, I think one of the other instructors was too, and the bridge controls took a lot of fire. The Lieutenant was hit but she sealed the doors. She kept us alive." Her eyes are brimming with tears that she angrily blinks away, turning towards where Sesti is working. It would be very easy for Amber or Triz to disarm her at this point. The other kids, though, despite Triz's and Ambers suggestions, look to Ali for her decision on the orders.

Still backing up Ambrosia she notices how close they are to the one with the blaster "That is terrible," Triz remarks upon hearing the story. "No one is getting spaced on my ship. I can promise you that. So" taking her orders from Ambrosia "who wants to get off this ship and get back home and have a bit of something to drink and eat? It's gonna be tight but we can manage as well as help your Lieutenant out as well." She steps back and nearly falls over BB-10 that has rolled up behind her. "I thought I told you to keep scanning the space around us?" Which gets a series of beeps and whistles in response.

Once she's been given clearance to the officer, Sesti doesn't hear any more of the conversation swirling around her. Her focus is on the patient, relying on Jax and the team to have her back. The body is moved to the floor where the compressions will be more effective, and then she begins to get to work, pausing only briefly once the pulse returns with a breath. She nods to the boy nearby. "Here, hold this oxygen over her mouth and nose," she instructs as she pulls out the little tank with the mask attached and places it properly. Then she removes the inexpert dressing, ready to block any sudden bleeding that may well up with fresh gauze.

"Aora's ... oh good grief, are there dancing bears too?" Kadi asks dryly. She starts as Lily starts to chirp really violently. And then she actually hits the comms to get to Ambrosia's side as well as Jax and Sesti. "We've got company. Two bogeys," she says, only a little panic in her voice. "Lily is working to identify them. She says - " a brief pause and then, "They're TIE's. Oh crud, are we in - no wait, how much trouble are we in now? Never mind, you'll have to tell me later, I have a feeling."

Tension ripples under the skin along the LC's rigid jawline. Yeah, skin's not as firm as it used to be, but she's got the bone structure, dammit! Spaced, for failing an assignment. Sounds eerily familiar. Almost forty years ago. Subtly, Ambrosia nods her head to the tune of Triz's words. "Sounds like your Captain's not very good at his job. That must have been very scary for you." Her left hand upturns, opening towards Ali as she dips her chin forward and stares into those violet eyes. "Give me the sidearm, Ali. I'll put it in the locker for safe keeping, but my crew's a little jumpy, and I don't want any misunderstandings on board. We've had some scary moments, t---"

And Kadi's voice crackles over the com in her ear. "Copy that," she murmurs and nods firmly to Ali. "Time to go. The Captain's reinforcements have arrived. Blaster." That hand's still waiting.

"Still don't know how she got Wedge and Kael and half the other neighbor kids to dress up in Ewok costumes. They weren't suppose to be bears or was it wookiees? Welp like that Recital Party's over." Jax looks at Sesti, "Doc, ride out on the Reprisal with the patient. I'm going to run interferance." He says hitting the air lock seal. He's already on a run to the pilot chair, "Kadi, You mentioned being bored. You're not going to be anymore. But look at it like this, I pull this off, Ax won't be any wiser and we won't have to explain it. If I don't, Well we still won't have to explain it to Ax."

The boy aiding Sesti does her bidding as Sesti works to stabilize the unconscious First Order officer. The other kids look plaintively at Ali, beguiled by Triz's magic words. "I'm hungry!" complains a skinny boy plaintively, and there's a general muttering of agreement; Ali is about to join Captain Malo in having a mutiny on her hands if she's not careful. Ali swallows hard, moistens cracked lips, then flicks the safety on and hands it to Amber grip-first. She's handled blasters before. Well, she's from Nar Shaddaa. "Alright!" Her voice rises sharply, "Zerek squad! We're moving! Follow her!" Triz is pointed at. "Move it! We haven't got all day! Eyes on your buddy! Ze-rek!" And the kids chant in unison, "Ze-rek!" in echo. She's not moving to leave herself, though, not as long as any of the other kids are still aboard the Sentinel-class. But the rest of the children, barring Sesti's new proto-medic, hustle along, faces pale, some crying.

Over comms, an assertive male voice crackles. "Adjudicator, this is ISD Finalizer Recon Flight One. What is your status? Adjudicator, do you copy?" It sounds like Malo's trying to reply, although he's fading in and out. But the word 'destroy' is unmistakable.

Kadi has to smile at the memories from what Jax is saying, but his topic change has her check her belt again, setting things up as he races in. "Ax keeps promising to take me out and fly me through some asteroid belt or something, but his fighter is a one-person ship," she says. "I'm not quite sure if that's a good thing or not." She stares at the boards in front of her, thoughtfully. Maybe too late. Maybe. But on the offchance that those TIE's can't hear him any better than she can, she sets the comms to start broadcasting static on the same frequencies as Malo is using. "What do you think, Lily? Can we keep that liar full of static like the windbag he is?" Hey, it might help!

On the private comm channel, Kadi says, "I'm going to try to - sort of jam Malo."

It's an oh crap moment when Triz hears Kadi on the coms "Ok, guys lets hurry this up." She doesn't wait for a response but goes quickly to the pilot's chair and plops down in it. She quickly brings up the scans and checks it out. "Uh, yep, we got company, LC." Tris begins to prep the ship and then smiles. Over the general open coms she keys up her mic <<Hello TIE fighters. This is the Corellian light freighter Reprisal here. Boy are we glad to be seeing you. We got a distress call and came just as some pirates, well I think they were pirates. They probably where,>> she keeps talking trying to drown out he Captain of the Adjudicator <<pirates. Anyway we got a distress call,>> all the while she readies the ship, even plots in the hyper jump back to Nar Shaddaa <<and being good cititzens we came to help. Well when we arrived there was this pirate ship. Anyway, we are trying to see if we can help these kids before this blasted ship here blows. The core containment is getting a bit iffy if you know what I mean.>> There, everything prepped "LC, we need to get a move on, sir, ma-am."

"Copy," Sesti says, the beeping of droids breaking into her concentration enough for the message of 'company' to come through. "Jax, help me ca-" but the pilot is already sprinting back away, ordering her to the other ship. She looks a the longer distance to traverse, and the debris at the door, looking around at the broken things and training materials spread on the floor. Getting up, she sprints across the floor, grabbing a couple of quarterstaffs that have managed to escape breakage, although she has to dump a couple that seemed whole until she picked them up before she has what she needs. Running back, "Ali, a hand, please?" she calls on her way, and sets the two quarterstaffs on a blanket that she's pulled from a bed, and folds the blanket's aroung it. "Keep that mask in place," she instructs the boy, then nods to the feet of the Lieutenant that need to be lifted while she runs her hands under the shoulderes and down the spine. "We'll lift on three, put her on the stretcher, and you can carry that end."

A silent sigh of relief exhales through parted lips as Ambrosia takes the surrendered blaster and tucks it into her belt, which require a lil loosening of said belt. Parks it alongside her dangling, metal knuckles. She didn't have to chokehold little spawns today. Excellent. Her right hand flicks the setting of her holstered one back to 'kill' as the kids file on past and she keeps to the bulkheads, out of the way. "Short legs make for a slow boarding part," she limp-strides around, kicking and shoving crap out of the way to give them a clearer path. "So double time it, kids."

Oop, there's Amber, resurfacing from under the 'momma bear' facade. "We're coming, Lt, hold your damn engines. Get those cadest double-tripled snapped in, however they'll fit. Gonna be a cozy ride." She waits impatiently at the blast door, her DY-255 (an antique, for these kids) drawn and at the ready now with a steady eye on that hatch above Sesti. Just in case.

Jax's strapping back in, "Yeah? He's trying to keep you safe." He pulls his googles on. "Okay, Kadi play with the Jith's power levels. I'm going to need shields on double front on first pass. Pull power where you can to keep my shields up, the blasters hot, and the engine running. We got planty of air. Lily, I need a quick escape once Triz jumps out. Exine can do it in 45 seconds. I know your better." He then coms the Reprisal, <<It's not going to work.>> He's ready to launch.

Static fills Malo's frequency, and the TIE pilot is unhappy. "Adjudicator, repeat, you are breaking up. Reprisal, this is Finalizer Recon Flight One Leader. You are ordered to stand down, a First Order Lambda-class shuttle is inbound to recover our personnel. I repeat, disengage from the Adjudicator and remain on-station." Nice of them to tell Triz what's arriving.

Ali nods and moves quickly to help Sesti with a muttered "Yes, m'am," calling back over her shoulder, "Zerek squad, MOVE!" And the kids hurry into the Reprisal, finding themselves seats and benches wherever they can fit, huddling together. Ali's face is pale, she really is running on empty, but she lifts on three, sliding the Lieutenant over, and white-knuckled fingers wrap around the quarterstaffs to carry the improvised stretcher into the Reprisal, until everyone but Amber (and of course her good friend Malo and his buddies, on the bridge) is off the Adjudicator

Jax's ship draws away, the upper airlock sealed, and the lead TIE demands arrogantly, "HWK, you will also remain on-station." The two recon ships are circling, whipping past for better visuals.

"Get 'em, Lily," Kadi says as Jax issues that challenge. Lily beeps, and sets to that little request. Exine is slow, that's her thought. Kadi meanwhile goes to work on the power. Shields to double front, and she updates Jax as she works, so that he knows when things are ready. "Blasters - check." She works swiftly and surely, just like this is a training sim. Even though it isn't. But do enough of those crazy things, and even this surreal about to run interference to get the kids out... the butterflies caused by that? Can be pushed aside in favour of getting the engineering done. Fast. Right. And "Ready as we'll ever be, Jax."

<<Uh, repeat that, you are breaking up, TIE. Did you say to disengage and clear out? That was my plan, sir. I don't want to be any where near when that thing blows you know what I mean? Oh, by the way, that pirate ship looked like it was jump'n to Tatooine,>> Triz gives a shrug, it could be true <<It was an old Y T one thousand. Should have a blaster mark down it's hull. They were boarding when we showed up and well we chased them off. No one is gonna take thise kids into slaves. Not when I am around anyway.>> A quick glance over her shoulder seeing the progress of the boarding party "LC, there is a satchel charge in that compartment if you need to dispose of it. You know, like in that ship so it's not a trouble for anyone flying through here?" Again Triz brings up the coms <<And don't be worry'n about pay'n no reward either. Helping out the likes of you is just reward enough. Besides, it's the right thing to do, right?>>. Triz starts keying her mic again, but this time when she talks he breaks the com's on and off and on and off <<TIE...containment....blow. Must.....clear....out...copy>>. As soon as everyone is on board Triz will begin the undocking sequence. She will drop low below the Adjudicator and then aim for the hyperjump lane.

Once they are on board ship, and the Lieutenant is lowered, Sesti sets the pressure bandages. "Get yourselves strapped in, I will take it from here," she tells the young ones. Taking a hold of the oxygen herself, she braces herself over the Lieutenant to keep them from moving as much as she can.

"Huh," Ambrosia jogs onboard after the medic brigade and /finds/ that satchell Triz happens to mention. "Well. Better lighten the load, eh?" She peers inside, tweaks a couple things, then tosses it unceremoniously out their airlock and into the host's before locking down the hatch. And...then it's shimmying through and clambering over kiddie feet to squeeze her way back into the cockpit. Sesti can babysit.

The TIE pilot is getting increasingly annoyed with Triz. "Reprisal, your comms is are breaking up. Power down and wait for a boarding party, or you will be fired upon!" One of the TIEs whips past Jax's cockpit, the pilot's bulbous helmetted head twisting to try to see closer. And then suddenly both Resistance ships leap into hyperspace....