Log:Resistance: Spice Mines Of Kessel

Spice Mines Of Kessel

OOC Date: February 4, 2019
Location: Kessel
Participants: Atrel Katah, Celes Krill, D4-K4, Dyannah Nerus, Kal Lightspear, Nova Korell, Renek Crowe, Rial Het, Rip Recker, The Resistance

There are few more ominous sights in the galaxy than the fractured planetoid of Kessel, hanging amidst the black holes of the Maw Cluster, with the angular profile of a Resurgent-class Star Destroyer looming in orbit. The U-wing is scanned on approach, and the predictably terse warning to 'obey all laws, and leave promptly when finished' is transmitted from the RSD Conquest.

Though the shudder of entering a gravity well stirs the hull, the sky seen through the viewscreen as they enter orbit and set course for Kessel prison remains black, with only thin wisps of atmosphere trailing off the rock, not dense enough to color the sky blue. Hailed from the ground by Kessel Prison, who demand the immediate transmission of their clearance codes, the team comes into sight of the infamous prison and spice mines. An ugly duracrete square structure, studded at the corners with four dual turbolaser turrets which track the vessel on its approach. Landing clearance is granted after several seconds. The prison landing field is ringed by an electrified fence, and overlooked by a watchtower in which a pair of Kessel Spice Corporation troopers man an E-web blaster emplacement, while a closed tunnel leads into the prison, proper.

Celes sits off by herself checking her gear. She's wearing light body armor with her usual sleeveless jacket over the top and her face is covered in a black mask with a pair of goggles pulled down to hide her eyes. Whether or not those goggles offer nightvision is a completely different subject. Zero, her seeker droid is doing last minute upload checks with her HUD inside the goggles and syncing data between her two wrist mounted interface screens. Pistol removed, receiver pulled back, ammo checked. Then she speaks in an synthesized voice, "Rip, Riel, and Deeta, you two are with me." She sounds growlly and only marginally female, thoughs he obviously is. "Everyone else watches the ship encase things go sideways. Last minute questions?"

At the control cabin of the U-Wing, the team's Captain and lead pilot is flipping a series of switches. The result of the motion deploys landing skids, and magnetic locks that sealed the doors on each side of the personnel hold clack loudly to an unlocked position. Rip is wearing a headset to stay in contact with the ground control, but he is also monitoring their power down sequence to make sure there won't be any surprises if... when they need to leave in a hurry.

Everything appears to be in order, so Rip removes his headset and leaves it on the 'dash'. "None from me, boss." Rip says in passing, grabbing his coat from the back to pull on. He feeds one arm through, then the other, properly concealing not one, but two blaster pistols on his frame. He moves to one sliding door, jerks the latch, and pulls it open to step out on the dirty landing pad.

Dressed in black, which is most certainly not the usual choice for the Doctor, she looks rather ready despite that. Two rifles rest to her side, ready and waiting when they land to pull them on her shoulders. Unbuckling herself from her seat, she rises slowly and gives a brushing tuck of her hair behind her right ear and then up go one, then two rifles each to a shoulder as she hangs back so those that are going can get to the ramp, her white eyes tracking the progression.

"Remember to get a fair distance on the bombs, do not need you caught up in what follows." That is all she says, no other questions and she knows the position she will take up at the ramps left side.

Renek decked out in battle armor and loaded for bear. He sitting by the door gun on the U-Wing, and is ready to lay down cover fire with the large gun if need be. When Celes states who will be going in on the mission, the former soldier nods his head, and settles in for a long wait.

Kessel. If anything, it's even uglier and more depressing seen from a U-Wing's side viewports. Still changing into her armor, Nova Korell has the presence of mind to grab a support stanchion when the ship passes close to the Star Destroyer. The warning transmission is easily audible from the cockpit. She stifles a smile and presses her behind to the viewport, giving the distant ship a flash of bright purple athletic briefs. "We can't possibly leave fast enough, officer," she says softly in her fading First Order accent, trying not to laugh. The girl's definitely changed since joining the Resistance. A few minutes later, she's fully geared up and picking up her heavy carbine from a wall rack. "So... you're only taking three with you? Is that wise? It's a big facility," she points out. "Should any of us ground combat types come running if things /do/ go bad?"

"If they ask for guild codes, I am going to assume you will follow my lead, correct?" D4 stands, its right arm open, checking over the blasters mounted inside. "I mean, I can't help but feel my circuits tingle at the idea of being in charge of a bunch of organics - but I thought I'd be sure of it." its arm snaps foreward, right hand flipping down and barrels extending and then the motion reverses. "Just don't let Atrel see the rear of my lower motion actuaters, I suspect she'd get all distracted... I can't blame her." he looks out one of the ports, at the star destroyer, "OH! Lookit that. Pretty girl."

When they land and the small group getting ready to go in gets ready to go in, Kal just stays in his seat though undoes the straps and stretches out his legs to affect a lounge. "so.. she's got a point. When things go belly up we supposed to come get you or just fly on out of here?"

Dyannah stays seated as well, blaster in hand that she slides a new magazine into. "Take it easy out there. Give us a call if you need anything."

Rial answers Celes, "Understood," as he is stashing a small pistol is the left sleeve of his coat, and adjusting the hang of the pistol on his right thigh. A brief glance aside to Nova as the trooper flashes the distant ship. D4 exclaims pretty girl, drawing an amused look from the Talusian. "I didn't think you'd- oh you meant the big ship. Right, that makes more sense." Kals open ended question gets a dry, "I for one would thank you greatly if'n you were to come in guns blazing and save us. Speaking for none but myself," he amends with a wry smile.

The air is thin, but breathable as the ship's hatch opens and one of the four posted guards at the prison entrance waves for the team to approach, reciting his words in a voice that's said the same thing a thousand times before, "Leave all heavy weapons aboard your craft and proceed through the main processing corridor, prisoners to the left, collections to the right- Kriff me, is that a battle droid??" The boring recital spikes abruptly, once the trooper lays eyes on D4-K4. "...You can't take that thing into the prison."

"Understandable misconception about what this is." Celes says with a clipped nod and a glance towards one of the side viewports, "We are going in under the impression that things will go fine; we did the leg work, we have our identities and the contracts are all legal. In the event that does not happen, we have a team with very big weapons on standby to come in and set this place on fire. If alarms go off, reduce the guard population in every direction to zero. Then shoot their corpses incase they have cloning facilities. Closed casket funerals. We clear?" Her goggles moves around the compact area as the U Wing settles onto the landing field. Zero hooks onto brackets on Celes' back and she steps towards the lowering ramp to descend onto the most infamous prison world in the galaxy.

At the guard station, she waits for them to acknowledge the group, offers over the datapad with the various credentials and then eyes the battle droid the guard is, himself, eyeing. "That "thing" is a bounty hunter." She says nonchallantly, hand out to accept her datapad back. "Check his ident and do a full scan. You will find he is both disarmed and the bounty hunter here to collect his bounty." In short, he's the leader of this rag tag group of hunters.

Rip is standing outside the ship when the guard approaches. "Only big guns I got are in these sleeves, chief." Rip says to the guard while patting his arms. Before things can get ugly though, Rip opens his coat to reveal he only had blaster pistols, nothing fancy. He wore a crooked grin and stepped to one side to let the others the freedom to disembark. Rip was there to follow, not take the lead, so he was gonna do just that. His hands hook to his belt expectantly, and he glances toward Celes, then the battle droid.

"If there is trouble commit acts of unspeakable violence," quips Renek, giving Celes a salute. "Roger, Sir... Will do." The shore party departs the ship, and Renek leans back away from the door -- stepping out of the view of the guards. No need to give them anymore clues about who is on there. For now he sits tight and waits.

Nova flashes a brief smile at Rial, catching that amused glance. But her attention returns to the job quickly enough. "I'd love to do that," she replies. And back to Celes as well. "It's not a misconception. I saw the plan, too. But again, big facility, very well guarded. If you don't get out, all this is for nothing. But if you say stay, I guess I'll stay," she says, her tone saying plenty for her doubts about the situation. But Celes is in charge, after all. The lifelong soldier moves to lean casually on the lip of the boarding hatch, affecting a bored attitude. In reality, she's watching everything she can see closely. Her rifle is propped against the inner hull, just inside the hatch, out of easy sight of the guards, but within easy reach.

D4 gets a bland look from the Arkanian as Atrel pulls her dark blinders down when the ramp is opened. Kessel is not her idea of a good time. "Trust me, D4 when I say I will enjoy it." She might actually be ribbing back. She turns her head to look at Renek, a noticeable arching of a white brow is seen as it climbs upwards. she pulls the smaller rifle from her side, leaving the sniper on her back before giving the weapon a look over. But she's quiet, watching the interaction outside the ship.

Kal Lightspear pulls out his datapad and presses a few buttons to bring up a game of pong to amuse himself. Faint chiming coming from it while they wait. Ping. Pong. Ping. Pong.

Celes' claim is met with skepticism, as the trooper accepts the datapad. Rip gets a flat, unamused look. "Pal, that isn't even the first time I've heard that *today*. That joke go out in the Guild holo this week, or something?" A wary look back at D4-K4. "I don't know. Military hardware isn't supposed to be allowed.."

Rial chuckles at the banter, before offering lightly, "It's all quite typical, actually. Section three, sub-category Alpha nine point seven of the Bounty Hunters Guild charter is very clear on the subject: long as his cannons are taken out- which you can clearly see they are- then.. afraid to say that refusing the old clunker entry would lead to a complaint filed with the Warden's office and-"

The guard cuts Rial off, "Fine, fine, just shut up." The datapad is shoved back to Celes, and two of the guards touch their gauntlets to scanners on either side of the prison tunnel, which hisses open to grant the initial squad entrance.

A half dozen incoming prisoners are being processed ahead of them as the forward team moves through the prison checkpoint: strip searched, hosed down and herded deeper inside, there are piteous cries from some, and a resigned or sullen silence from others. Four humans, two aliens. The team isn't exposed to the unpleasant processing scene for long, being diverted into a seperate corridor that leads to one of the exchange offices, where slavers and supply shippers are paid and/or pay for their cargos. A bored-looking KSC clerk looks across a desk as the team enters, tapping into a computer terminal to look busy. "Ship name and contract number?" she prompts, looking between the assorted bounty hunters and trying to discreetly guess which is the captain. Her eye widens in a stare at the battle droid, but

Outside, on the landing field, after a brief exchange of words amongst themselves, the quartet of KSC troopers posted on duty have approached the landed vessel's open hatch, one of them rapping a rifle butt on the frame of the hatch in a brusque knock of sorts. "Hey, the ship: contraband inspection," the trooper states, eliciting a snicker from one of the other brown-armored security personnel.

Rip follows the path up to the control area where they are asked for their ship name and ID number. To her stare, he stares back blankly, blinks, then turns toward D4 and lightly /konks/ his metal torso. "He's the one with that information, so don't look at me. I just work here." Rip takes something off her desk and inspects it, walking away.

As the others are entering, Atrel is giving a look to her cohorts when the soldiers walk up. The blinders make it hard to see any expression - not that she has any and she steps forward. "We are merely here for a prisoner pick up. Do you have orders for such things on a private vessel?" Protocol on such things is not her forte but she does throw some curve balls if she can. "Do you have paperwork for this?"

Hearing the voices of approaching guards and Atrel going out to meet them, Renek stands from where he had been sitting, and swings into the hatches frame -- making his hulking presence known. "Trouble Doc?" He asks lightly, as if without a care in the world -- cold blue eyes staring at the guards. Sitting next to the hatch out of view is his blaster rifle, but for now he hopes his menacing presence is enough to help them avoid an inspection.

At the hatch, Nova glances up boredly as the guards arrive. Atrel's words sum up her own take on the subject nicely, but she maintains her silence, as if she's just impatient to get the whole stop over with.

With a long practiced flick, a D4 shows the clerkits ident info, showing it is -in fact- a bounty hunter. As it is smacked it turns its optic band focus on Rip, "Don't do that, it's getting me all charged up..." the droid then leans in towards the desk clerk "Guild registry, and the contract." it also extrudes a code cylindar from its left arm, rolling it down its arm and catching it to offer the woman. "Please hurry, this is tedious, and I need to go and do my job catching bad-guys eh?" it raises its arms slightly and 'kushiban poses' its hands, wiggling them from side to side as if it was just so excited. He's so... not... scary. Who could suspect him of malicious intent!?

Ping. Pong. Ping.. Doo doo doo. "Aw, nerf turds" Kal says as he loses the ball and sighs as he comes to his feet and approaches the ramp and the guards, "Contraband inspection. On a ship full of bounty hunters.." he says with a grin and shake of his head before stage whispering to Atrel, "They want a bribe" and reaches into a pocket to pull out a few credit chits that he *accidentally* drops on the ground. "oh no. Contraband!"

Uncrossing her legs, the zeltron leans forward to watch a screen. The cameras tracking outside the ship are set on the boards to give an alarm if approached, Dy hits a button on the console to quiet it. "Kal, Renek, Nova, it looks like the good doctor is fielding questions from company. We are going to play the good crew members..." A humorless smile slips over her lips when Renek stands in the doorway. "Hey big guy, we have nothing that a good bounty hunter doesn't carry. They want in? Let them."

Real humor glints hard in her eyes when Kal drops the creds in front of the guards. "Oh, no. Indeed."

"Umm.. okay," the prison clerk accepts the code cylinder, jacking it in and trying not to focus on the droid. "Looks like you're approved for the purchase of three sentences. Hmm," the clerk muses. Tap tap tap, and the computer brings up a holodisplay showing the status of the three prisoners. Mugshots, present locations, et cetera. "One bit of good news: prisoner S-0659-4 is cleared for purchase, at the standard rate. She's in Cell Block A, unit 3112; payment due at this counter before release. Annnd two pieces of bad news: K-2158-12 has been dead for five months. No remains were preserved, but I can forward you a verification document if your dealer will accept that as proof of death. And the third one, S-0959-TC1 is a Terminal Contract. We can't release him for sale." The clerk looks back up at the trio of 'bounty hunters' with that.

On the landing field, the trooper- no doubt sour at having had to bend in permitting the droid inside, is undeterred by Atrel's objection and Renek's looming nearness. And Kal's.. we'll call it an attempt at bribery. "All of you, get your backs to the bulkheads and let's have a look around," he orders the crew, curtly. And yes, one of the guards steps to pick up the fallen credits. Because credits.

Celes remains quietly beside D4 as the information on their three contracts is provided. "Good, we will go collect S-0659-4, accept confirmation on K-2158-12, and if you would permit, we will speak with S-0959-TC1 to get vocal confirmation that he is who we are looking for and confirmation that he is subject to termination? Our employer was not specific on how we get confirmation only that we did and they were iffy on whether they needed to be alive... so we are fine accepting the bad as slightly less good news." Her voice is holo through the vocab, her eyes hidden by blank lenses.

She files the designation for the terminal contract for now, regardless of how the clerk takes her suggestion. "Lead the way?" Motioning with an outstretched hand, "We are on a tight time table."

At the command to not pound on D4 to get its attention, Rip nods and sets the item he had taken from the lady's desk back down upon its surface. Reacting now to Celes, who motions for someone to lead the way. Rip stays put until they are in motion, which leaves him at the tail end; the rear with the gear. He hooks his hands back onto his belt and just grins like an idiot.

"It looks like we are about to be boarded," is what Atrel says to Renek even as he attempts to offer her assistance in turning them away. The unflappable expression remains even as she is told to stand back. On step, two, she brushes Renek and there is a faint facial twitch before she is backed up against the bulkhead, her blinders reflecting the passage of the guards as her rifle in hand is pointed down at the durasteel flooring. Slowly her head turns to take in the rest of the group near her, firming her lips for only a moment in a straight line as she remains otherwise quiet.

Renek remains looming in the door is the guards do not seem undetered by his presence. "I must be losing my touch..." He murmurs to himself with a shake of his head. The soldier watches Atrel carefully here, making his move based on what she does. When she comes onto the ship, brushing past him, the soldier nods his head. He slings his blaster rifle up onto his shoulder, and backs up against the bulkhead -- standing next to the doctor. He considers the guards in displeasured fashion, but does nothing to impede them for now.

With a slightly incredulous look at Kal, Nova does as she's told, stepping inside the U-Wing and putting her back to the bulkhead at the side of the ship. Her carbine is close at hand, still leaning on the bulkhead just inside the hatch. Hopefully they'll just keep ignoring her...

"Payment should be clearing through escrows - there must be system delays - maw cluster and all that." D4 shifts and cocks one hip out, "Also per some bounty records I have for Slappy-Zero-Nine-Five-Nine-Tublufublubbaflal-One - I have a live capture contract I accepted that maekes it so he can be terminal where the people paying for his live capture can make with the terminating. I don't care. Once bounty is paid the proper transfers will occur - especially in the fact that -you- the processing guard get the finders fee, since I tracked him to Kessel and you, yes you, are the one who can direct me right to him. Live capture bounty. They pay the best." Its posture shifts again and it forms its wierd mitton hands into a sort of cartoon heart shape, "You and me."

"Oh. My. Goodness.." Kal says and then, with exuberant joy, "Cavity searches! yay!" And gives the guard that bends to pick up the credits a wink before going to turn to the bulkhead and put his hands up on it as instructed, but with his legs further away from the wall than needed and an arch in his lower back to make his backside stick out with his hips swaying slightly. "Me first!"

No self-respecting bounty hunter goes unarmed but the rifles lined up along the bulk head would be enough to start a small war with or a good game of bantha polo; she has her 'little' blaster under her coat. Biting her lip hard to keep from laughing aloud, Dy mimics Kal's posture with possibly slightly more allure. Feet spread apart, she turns her head and puts on her best smile for the guard and adds something to the mix that the doctor will appreciate, subtle and flowery. She steadies the grin which wants to slip into snarl and waits.

"The Terminal Contract is on mining detail, this shift. You can ask the guards at the mine entrance when they're due back." The clerk answers Celes. She clearly assumes none are crazy enough to go in. The droid's recitation puzzles her. Visibly trying to determine whether the vocal modulator is malfunctioning, or those were the intended words. "Um. Sssure, you can talk to him. But Terminal Contracts are.. well, final." She hits a comm key, voicing into a speaker, "Two escorts to primary contract processing." A door leading toward the prison's central hub slides open, with another pair of troopers in brown approaching to accompany the advance team into the infamous Kessel prison.

Kal gets a curious look from the guards. Two look at each other and shrug. "Sergeant, can I stun him if he don't stop that?" The other is busy eyeing Dyannah. The third guard is warily watching Renek, granting Nova's wish of going overlooked. Answering brusquely, the Sergeant barks, "Yes. But only after checking this lot for banned weapons. You there, Whitey-" Atrel. "Hand that thing over, let me have a look."

Celes turns goggled eyes on Deeka and nods, then looks back to the clerk. Once they're cleared for entry, she steps up to be led into the prison with her thumb tucked behind her thick leather belt. A finger presses into the palm of her left hand hanging at her side to switch her goggles between visual fields until she finds one that works in the darker environment against her adjusting vision beyond the big steel doors. Then those fingers alternate between pads in the palm of her hand to give instructions to Zero housed in his uplink on her back. The droids response scrolls across her HUD, ready to disconnect as they pass over into the darker corridor at the junction between the outside planet illumination and that inside.

The disconnect from the housing on Celes back is near silent and the droid hovers upwards immediately into the right corner just inside the downward slope. He goes down into a power saving mode, holding to the rock surface of the wall until issued further orders.

The dark corridor doesn't quite hold the foreboding sense the mines do. For some reason, Rip recalls the feeling of the mines, the mind-numbing darkness, and the cold air. He does not lose his bearing as they delve deeper into the complex, but he feels trapped. He takes visual notes along the way, identifying markers that could help lead the way back, but he found after several steps, he had already forgotten what it was he tried to remember. Opting to stick closer to Celes, he takes a longer stride and begins to walk parallel to her while following the large battledroid. Meanwhile, he has begun to tug on his gloves, flexing his fingers once inside.

A white brow raises as the display from Kal and Dy is noted by Atrel. A slow exhale of breath and her nose wrinkles though her attention is drawn to the guard who asks for the rifle in her hands. Whitey. Lips press to a thin line, the dark reflectors giving him a good look of himself and not her own eyes. She rolls a shoulder and lifts the weapon to offer it out to him from her four fingered gloved hands. Her hand lifts to adjust her dark blinder over her eyes as she waits patiently once the gun is taken. "One you are done I would like it back." Distracted guards are distracted guards no matter which way you spin it.

When the guard asks Atrel to hand over her weapon, the look on Renek's face embodies the expression, 'From my cold dead hands.' The soldier's face turns grim, and his lips pressing together into a hard line. His icy blue eyes stare directly into the guard watching him -- unblinking. His lips purse suddenly, and his eyes flick from the guard to Atrel, then to Dyannah, and then to Nova. A big thought has come into his brain, and is slowly rising upwards through the dark swampy pool that is his mind. For a moment his eyes are distant and he ponders his new plan.

And now it's gone to inspecting weapons. Yeah, this is going to go well... Nova waits until the guards are occupied with Atrel and her rifle, then slowly reaches over and hits the button to shut the side hatch. Hopefully they'll be equally unnoticing of that as they have been of herself.

A little skip step marks out D4's pace as he walks, a little bounce from time to time, the red point in its optical band moving from point to point as it follows the escorts. "Oh, I'mma dancin' fool! Hanging with the little sentients who think I'm coooool." doing a little hip shimmy before a bit of light club jizz begins to play through its vocoder. It's old stuff. Sounds like Sy Snootles from her last album with Max Reebo before the accident on Tattooine decades ago. "I love this song, you could feed a half dozen sentients to a a gigantic plant monster living in a hole to this tune, I swear." it just keeps the pace, waiting for any signal to shoot, jump, or keep using his guild information.

"Oo... a stun.. you boys DO know how to have a good time.." Kal says over his shoulders towards the guards but he stops swaying his lips at them at least, though he do keeps his back arched.

Tuned to the guards now, Dy picks up on the guards annoyance with Kal. She sways in place fixed on keeping his attention on her and attracting a second one if she can manage it. The motion of the door closing is not lost on her. Slowly, she turns to face the guard, "What is like living on such a cold planet?" she asks in a sugary voice.

Cell Block Alpha is massive. Minutes of walking and the advance team passes the heart of the prison: the heavily secured Spice Processing rooms. Past that and the chill in the air grows sharper.  The entrance to the spice mines themselves are a series of rails, secured by magnetic seals. There us a hiss and palpable rush of air outward as the mineshaft is opened, only long enough for a bedraggled half dozen to enter along with a mine cart loaded with sealed packets. A guard carrying a scatter gun and neuronic whip along with five shivering prisoners with oxygen masks. All have switched off infrared goggles, and the process begins of the guards once again strip searching the prisoners, looking for any hidden stashes of the precious glitterstim. The advance team's pair of escorts look to D4. "You're in luck, that's them. Which one you want to I.D.?"

In the U-wing, the trooper Sergeant needs only a moment of study before glaring back at Atrel, "You even KNOW how illegal this thing is?" Alas, poor Kal is ignored as both the nearest guards are paying more attention to the Zeltron. Renek is prompted by guard #3 to, "Hand over the rifle, big guy. Let's have a look." Only belatedly does some whisper of hydraulics catch the Sergeant's ear as the hatch hisses shut, prompting a harsh, "What the-?"

Celes is quiet through the progress deeper into the facility and towards the mines themselves. She's heard stories of the place and read a great deal more on the dark holonet, but nothing is as telling as actually being there. Through the trip she's taking tactical data, cover locations, terminal access points, and guard posts. Once they reach the active doors to the mine, her attention moves to the prisoners. A tap of one finger on the inside of her palm brings up images of the target they're here for scanning each face looking for their primary or any of the second/tertiary targets.

It's the sudden whistle of air as it rushes into the mines that reminds Rip that they might need an exit strategy. Being in this large room made it easy for them to get turned around, especially if things got out of control. Rather than following the other two toward the group of miners, Rip stays near the corridor they had emerged and leans against the wall casually. If a fight broke out, he could serve as the fallback location, and ensure they immediately moved toward the correct exit location. He remains wordless in this action, watching from a distance for now and looking as if he were claustrophobic.

Gripping the knife at her side, barely seen with its interior sheathe in the leg of pants. She pulls it free and with a glance down to his leg, the sergeants surprise at the closing of the hatch is taken advantage of. But she is used to her targets on an operating table and not moving, with armor. She is inefficient and later on she will likely say that is what bothered her most about the moment. She grimaces as each slash is ineffectual and she lowers her voice in a hiss for the inability

Renek watches as Nova triggers the hatch, and it is at this point that soldier puts his plan into action. "Gentlemen you are going about this all wrong." He says with a laugh, swinging the Blaster Rifle off of his pack, and into his hand -- resting it now on his shoulder. "What my good friend here is trying to do is offer you fine men more private accomidations." He says with a nod towards Nova, and then his gaze flicks to Dyannah. "You've seen the Zeltron. You've seen Whitey here. Hell, if you're looking for less exotic fair... There's my friend by the hatch." The soldier pauses for a moment, and with a frown looks to Kal. "Hell, there is even Kal if that's more you're speed... No judgement from me. To each their own I always say. The good Captain tried to hook me up with a Trandoshan once, and if it weren't for the fangs I might have said yes." Renek says with a wide smile, which seems to say, 'Be my freind or else.' "Can't we come to some sort of agreement here?" He acts innocent, and makes a bid to buy even a little more time for those inside.

"Well, drek..." The Former Republic Army soldier says as the Doctor moves to knife one of the soldiers. "No, kriffing for you today." The blaster rifle drops off his shoulder into his hand, and he pulls the trigger.

So much for the element of surprise... at least for the irritable guy in charge. Seeing that blade flash at the guard sergeant and miss, Nova leaves the bulkhead at a lunge. She hits him low and hard with her shoulder and upper arm, and the overbearing man is overborne straight into the opposite bulkhead! She doesn't stop there, locking her hands around the man's throat and beginning to choke him mercilessly. "You clowns should rethink your idea of a warm welcome!"

"Hey, I need S-0959-TC1 - specifically." D4 points to the person in question. "Priority bounty. The desk clerk said I'd need to talk to you, I need him. I know you guys say that he's terminal, no exit allowed, but I gotta take 'em. I've got a job to do, and him not being able to go leaves the bounty on the board. That's just asking for me to engage my sadness sub-routine and I'm not a fan in the slightest..." the droid is rambling, and it knows it... It looks again to the others, looking to see how they want this directed.

"Just trying to keep the warmth in the can, nothing to worry about," she pulls her jacket back to give the guards a little closer look at zeltron pulchritude, the smile slipping into a snarl as she pulls her blaster out. The guard is braver than smart, pushing the blaster aside instead of shooting her outright. The first shot is lamentably to the side of him but places a nice hole in one of the console seat. The second shot floors him knocking him to the ground.

The sergeant staggers backward from the sudden attempted knifing, avoiding injury and preparing to blast the pale doctor away with her own rifle- buy no sooner has he flicked off the safety than Nova strikes, drawing a pair of pained grunts, and being entirely too close for him to fire the monstrous rifle. Renek sends another flying across the shuttle with a smoldering hole in his chestplate, firmly out of the sudden fight. The troopers near to Kal and Dyannah are a hair slower, turning to look in the direction of the shooting. In alarm, one fires on Kal, striking him with a stun bolt squarely in center mass (the protruding ass), dropping his quickly. The other is blasted by the Zeltron, causing a panicked, <<Shots fired!>> to be shouted into his comlink.

Inside, all the prisoners show some signs of injury, old or new. But S-0959-TC1 is perhaps the most freshly colorful. Multiple angry wounds left by neuronic whips circle his arms and torso, several teeth are broken, one corner of his mouth is scabbed in a black smirk, too fresh to have scarred, yet. He hobbles from injuries to right knee and left ankle, and his right eye has gone milky. "See? Told you I was popular, yeah?" he drawls, sardonic.

D4's stalling for time causes Rial to glance between Rip and Celes, making a questioning and discreet gesture toward his blaster.

Celes tries to let D4 handle the conversation leg of this mission, but she's got eyes on their target and that's as far as diplomacy was ever meant to get them anyways. As soon as the mouthy prisoner is picked out, the slicer sweeps her jacket aside and yanks her blaster out of its holster. It comes up as she steps forward, left hand closing around her right knuckles, and fires center mast on the guard amongst the prisoners. "Get down." She says to the prisoners, synthesized voice and all. Moving towards their target to grab at the back of his jump suit. She doesn't care if the others duck, but this one better, and she'll man handle him down if he doesn't listen.

The second guard is engaged from the corridor entrance. Rip had impressively drawn his DL-44 from the holster in a heartbeat, firing off two rounds in quick succession to draw attention from Celes as she nabbed their prize. His other shot was intended for the other guard, whom he caught in the chest with a heavy blow. He didn't wait around to see the result of the attack, instead he sank the blaster back into his holster and moved back up the short staircase and into the corridor, checking to see if more guards were coming. "If we're moving, now's the time!" He reaches inside his jacket, pulling his other blaster and a detonator.

Dropping the knife with a definitive clatter to the ground she is dragging her rifle from her shoulder. With the others engaged, shots being fired the Doctor takes a step back, then another and rests her foot back against the bulkhead waiting for Renek to clear with his own foe. When he rocks out of the way, she lets out her breath, steadies her shot and squeeze. Off goes the rifle, lingering in that position for a moment longer than needed as the shot impacts. She lowers it finally and begins to reach down for the blade she dropped, letting the rifle sling back on her shoulder.

"Hahar!" The former Republic Army soldier laughs and growls all as one of the guards goes flying. Renek turns his attention to the Sergeant. His blaster rifle moves from his hip to his shoulder, and his check presses down the stock of the weapon. He snaps over to the guard who is calling into his comlink, and sights in on him -- wanting to make sure he can't offer anymore words of warning outside. Renek breaths out, and then pulls the trigger.

Too busy with her own fight to do much helping, much as she'd like to, Nova notices the sergeant trying to grab for her wrists. She snaps her elbows out, knocking his arms away and giving his throat a painful wrench that leaves him gasping. Rather than waste any more time on that iron throat, she twists her shoulder sharply forward and slams her elbow up under the man's chin. He drops to the floor, limp as wet day-old grain bread. "And you call yourself a sergeant," mutters the blonde woman, green eyes glittering angrily. "Kessel must not be much on recruitment standards." She takes a quick look around the inside of the U-Wing. "They got a com call off. We'll have to take out that E-WEB on the tower before they figure out what happened, or we'll all become permanent residents!"

Blood has begun to slick the floor making it difficult to maneuver but she is stepping over the down guard to get herself to a seat and being bringing systems on line. It is going to be one hellish ride up and out of the gravity well with that FO ship hanging above them. "Shoot it with the sniper rifle? If I bring armaments up on the ship we might as well send an invitation to shoot us from orbit."

Blood has begun to slick the floor making it difficult to maneuver but she steps over the downed guard to get herself to a seat and bring systems on line. It is going to be one hellish ride up and out of the gravity well with that FO ship hanging above them. "Shoot it with the sniper rifle? If I bring armaments up on the ship we might as well send an invitation to shoot us from orbit."

"OW," the mouthy prisoner howls as he's tackled into cover. "Not for nothing, thanks and all? But ow," A jagged laugh stirs in his throat as the firefight erupts in earnest.

Rial carries a blastech hand cannon in his thigh holster, but it's a little holdout drawn out of his sleeve that the rogue draws to put a pair of short range bolts through the chest of their remaining escort, as alert sirens begin to blare throughout the cell block. "That'd be our cue then, wouldn't it? In a hurry, me lads!"

Celes has her knee in the prisoners back and brings up her left arm to move her fingers across the keys of the universal upload module connected to her wrist computer. "Shut up." She says to his appreciation and ows. Once she's finished, the magnetic shackles release on all the prisoners and she stands up to collect guard weapons and arm the three toughest looking prisoners. "You." Pointing at their target, "Stay behoind him." Pointing at the Battle droid. "If you do not stay directly behoind him, Oi will shoot you in the knee and he will carry you out. Nod if you under stand me, do not speak." black goggles turn to the others, "If you help us escape, you get free passage off Kessel and dropped off at your destination of choice." Her blaster comes back out of the holster and the fingers on her left hand tap in a command code on her palm.

Zero detaches from the wall and moves along the ceiling towards one of the access terminals, preapred to make fireworks if the need arrises.

"We should get out of here." To the pair of Rial and Rip.

"Making our exit, boss!" Rip calls from the front and presents a detonator in hand. Whatever that cute receptionist was doing at her desk didn't matter when the item Rip had inspected earlier went temperarily SUPERNOVA. White light energy expanded into a massive explosion thanks to a shaped charge that atomized everything within a 20m radius, save the walls and such. The pressure was enough that it blew the secured door to the prison right off its track and smashed it against the farside wall. Fire briefly visited the corridor, but not in a flashy manner, it only followed the oxygen.

The entire prison shook from the blast, enough so that Rip, who was at the front of the pack stumbled slightly. He continued to run until he got to the charred entrance of the office. Pausing only to breach, he scanned the immediate area, moving his blaster where he looked. Smoke and debris hung from the ceiling where exposed wires sparked and transparisteel cracked. Rip casually strolled through the destruction, kissing the tip of two fingers to place them on the right bearing wall where a mural of organic matter was all that was left of the pretty prison slave receptionist. "Sleep well, darlin.." Is all Rip said as he stepped through the blown hatch leading out to the landing area. He led the way toward their waiting U-Wing, running at a brisk jog. <<"Friendlies inbound.">>

As the last guard goes down, Atrel is moving for that door, "Time to move." She slips the blade away and as the ramp goes down she is on it, inching forward, scuffling along in her darker clothing though her whit hair is still a shock of color. That forward movement is done out of need to get a good shot, not because she wants to be seen or get shot at. The Arkanian swings her gun forward, getting it tucked in tight and steady as she shuffles further to get into view but also keep her low and harder to hit. Whatever cover she can find, she will take as she lifts the sniper rifle up and aims, but after getting the door down and finally settling in she just misses the /fucking/ Eweb. But now that the hatch blows, friendlier inbound she will start firing at will to offer cover, ready to back up that ramp and get the hell out of Kessel as her dark blinders reflect bright light in a flashing motion with the turn of her head.

Renek right behind Atrel, so close he is almost touching her, and as the doctor hits the door he is already taking a knee. The hatch opens, and reveals the tower with the E-Web. Others are moving around him, but he ignores them. He draws a bead on the tower, and takes careful aim. A low growl escapes his lips, and then falls silent as he blows out his air. He squeezes the trigger, and sends a blaster bolt down range -- readying the blaster rifle to send another one.

"I've got the door gun," Nova says, dropping to one knee behind the weapon and hitting the control to start power flow from the ship's feed to the gun's capacitor. The power level light meter begins to climb quickly... And she can see movement from the top of the tower. No time to wait for a full charge! The blonde sergeant pulls the trigger, spraying the emplacement with a hail of brilliant ice-blue ion bolts. She's rewarded with crackling arcs of lightning playing over the entire top of the structure. Sparks fly from the E-WEB's power generator as it overloads, rendering the gun completely useless! She keys up the comlink. <I'd circle to the far door, just in case we have more company. It'll be safer getting on board from that side. We've already had some trouble here.>

The ship begins the subtle shudder of systems powering on as Dy flips switches in preparation for the door to open and the turret gun to begin to wail. The on board cameras show the mine door blowing open. "The one door is blown out and here they come!" Rip's voice comes over com announcing their imminent arrival. Then the turret mount plays its beautiful music. "Wooo hooo," she mutters to herself as the last switch which will prep the ship for launch is waiting for the rest of the team to hit the ramp. She powers open the back door and begins to retract the front ramp.

"See, I ain't too good at shutting up, yeah? Particularly when you got your knee grinding into a *particularly* painful open wound-" Yeah, Celes might begin to suspect how S-0959-TC1 earned all those neuronic lashes. He hobbles up to his feet during the lull in shooting, nodding (yet still talking), "I hear you, I hear you. Not a word, yeah? How you doing, big guy?" With that last to K4. The other prisoners are only too eager to make their break, when it us offered, one delaying only long enough to sob and kick at the body of a dead guard.

With the rush toward the ship, the squad's prepared subspace signal is sent to clear their flight path.

Celes has only been in the prisoners company for a handful of minutes and she's already wanting to hit him with a neuronic whip. She does not have one, which is good for him, but she does glance in his direction periodically as they make their exit. Her weapon is lowered, but she's got it in a grip that would easily bring it back to a ready position if a threat presents. All the while Zero is lowered down to the terminal to close off any passages that might bring more guards, at least as long as it takes them to figure out his clever manipulation of their security sub-routines. Fleshy amateurs.

Once the group reaches the terminal where the seeker droid is working, he unplugs from the access and hovers right up against Celes' back into his bracket case. All the data he's collected in his scans begins the systematic upload to the datacore on her belt for later inspection.

For now, they have to get off this rock. <<"Copy that.">> Said to Dy as they exit the blown out doorways of the prison with a trail of prisoners leading out behind them and one being led by a hulking battle droid, all wrapping around wide to board in the back hatch ramp. Once inside, she grabs hold of their target and pushes him towards a bench, "Cover his mouth. He talks too much." Her voice is still being filtered through the vocab, clearly having no intentions of letting her identity be known.

Rip is the first up the ramp. Partly because he's selfish and only thinking of himself, and the other half because he's needed in the control cabin. He thanks Dyannah for prepping the ship, and now everything has come online. A few errant switches flip, then he adjusts his mirror to glance in the back. <<"Taking off..">> He hoped everyone got on board, because they were leaving! Rip pulls the stick back and the ship lurches upward. More emphasis on the engine output sends them sailing skyward, their engines loud and the shuttle shaking. He pulls up the landing gear and fits the headset back over his head. He switched to the Resistance encrypted channel, then took them higher, and higher, and higher.

As the E-web only gets off one blast and misses Renek, she glances over at him and starts to shuffle backwards up that ramp. One foot at a time, backing up slowly as she watches the others gain on them, ready to help pick off any other guards that come up from behind them or around for that matter. Her head turns, sweeping dark eyes this way and that, blinders gleaming as the light changes on them. She takes note of the newest figure with interest. "A patient." She says below her breath. UP the ramp she goes, setting guns down she has her medpac moved about on her belt then. As Celes shoves their target down, she is moving in closer. "Do not talk to me." It's said firmly as the Arkanian begins to study for any wound that needs immediate attention but if he can hold together he can wait until they get to the Last Resort.

Seeing the last of the landing party and the rescued prisoners come on board, Nova hastily pulls the retaining straps for the door gunner's position around herself, just in time to avoid being catapulted out the open door when the U-Wing lifts off. As Rip noses up and begins the long climb-out, she peppers the facility behind them with rapid ion blasts, just to keep the Kessel security honest. At just over 500 meters, she quickly shuts down the door gun and toggles the door shut. "I don't think they're going to follow us from down there. I just hope Black Squadron's kept our exit path clear!"

Prisoner S-0959-TC1 hobbles up the boarding ramp amid a filthy quartet of fellow prisoners fresh from the spice mines. Shoved onto a bench with a pained grunt, Atrel's curt command causes the nearly dead patient to bare broken teeth in a crooked smile, but Atrel is saved the inevitable disobedience by his distraction at a familiar voice at the gunner's turret. "No Hutt-sucking way. Moonbeam?"

Celes, heading for the front of the shuttle, holds her blaster back in a side grip and shoots the prisoner with a bright blue stun bolt after thumbing over the indicator from kill. She holds up her hand, motions around... Turns her head slowly, "Does anyone hear tha'?" She snaps, "Silence."