Log:Resistance: Xoxies II and the Shav-Away Crew

Resistance: Xoxies II and the Shav-Away Crew

OOC Date: April 9, 2018
Location: Mining Outpost, Xoxies II Asteroid Belt
Participants: Devii, David Ironside, Karas Darkwing, Rey, Ektor(NPCing Astro), Ambrosia Greystorm(GM)

Xoxies II - an asteroid belt of unassuming existence in the Outer Rim, host to a mining operation that until recently, had little reason to be on the Resistance's radar. That changed when word trickled through the informant hotline that the First Order was ferrying transports in and out of the belt, braving the field for the sake of large scale supply shipments exported from the drifting outpost.

The recon pilots had returned and brought with them word of confirmation. There is indeed an active facility amid the asteroids and as scans confirm, supply transports were spotted in the vicinity. Of note among the support ships were a couple lighter freighters seen disengaging from airlocks apart from the main hangar. A little tuning-in to chatter between outpost and the freighters revealed that their cargo was a little less glamorous than the goods being exported under escort. Organic waste products, to be precise, if the deragotory slang being tossed around could be believed. Maybe jettisoning the stuff out the airlock would only result in an increasingly messier view as the mining facility, its neighboring asteroids and debris continued to drift along in one big cosmic soup of rock.

Whatever the reason, it's become a potential way in for the Resistance....which leads us to the 'now' now. Freighter Captain David Ironside is piloting them in through the field, towards the outpost. Armed with stolen codes and waste-disposing credentials, the small but scrappy team of inventive intel-gatherers closes in on their destination. The boarding party is strapped into the passenger 'lounge' area of this ship to go over the plan one last time.

"Shav-Away!" the Brig Gen announces, having saved the best part of everyone's disguise for last. As if it weren't bad enough wearing dumpy, drab, questionably-stained jumpsuits over our thermals and armor plating, the fake company emblem unfurls like a sweet play of cards from her hand for dramatic reveal. "We've been contracted out by the original vessel and crew scheduled to make this pickup, on account of unexpected technical failure of their ship." A 'shav' eating grin is slowly warping her face. She's having way too much fun with this operation.

"Peel off the back and slap it over your right shoulder. Take care to stick it all nice like - adhesive will /fuse/ to the fabric in no time flat." Her hand's been sweeping around to the tiny team assembled, ending with the delicate application of her own sticker.

Devii blinks as she finishes zipping up the top part of her jump suit where she's hidden her pistol for the time being. Custodians didn't carry side arms, at least not usually. She stares at the emblem as she recieves in, shaking her head and then slapping it on one of her coverall's shoulder pads wich gives off a nice loud thwack for effect.

David Ironside is in the cockpit, flying casual. "Shav-Away.." he mutters to himself, applying the company logo to his loaner jumpsuit. "This makes money somehow." He questions aloud with a half-grin. Flicking on the intercom to the lounge, he announces to the rest of the boarding party that they've arrived in-system. Of course, they would've noticed the hyperspace exit as nothing more than a rumble when the hyperdrive shut down and the sublight engines kicked on, but still. Protocol and such. "These codes do all check out, right?" he half-jokes to the group.

Ektor sits in the powered down cockpit of Green 2, drifting along like so much debris in the asteroid field that looms within sensor range of the mining operation, drawling a sardonic reply to his squawking R2 unit. "Yes, Tenner. I am very aware of what happens to you if one a them rocks impacts us. It's the same thing that would happen to me." A flat retort from the droid earns laughter from Cafzhoth, and an indigent, "Hey!" from Ektor. "Spend less time giving me grief, and more time listening in on transmissions, yeah?"

Within the transport, Silver has sat quietly throughout the approach, only moving to double check the placement of her holdout blaster. Upon receiving the rundown and adhesive badge from the General, the purple skinned near-human gives a simple nod. "Understood, sir," she answers, applying the badge carefully. Once it is in place, her posture and manner seem to wilt: squared shoulders slouch and roll inward, her eyes lower to the deck plating, only glancing up for moments at a time, the toe of one boot fidgets at a divot in the deck and her arms cross, further shrinking her profile. "Let's hope so," she mumbles quietly to David's half-joke.

Rey is apart of the team for this adventurous outing, since she'd been in Kashyyyk all week she wasn't far away from the Resistance's fleet location to join up with them. And now? She's in a jumpsuit of some variety and is applying a logo to it? She'll play along, she trusted Ambrosia's leadership more than most any other leader IN the Resistance afterall. "I think I'm ready." Rey then tells the others after adjusting the utility belt around her waist, her 'weapons' were inside of her suit though, which felt awkward but she'd gotten some stitching done to the interior to give them places to nestle against her sides.

"Better step into your liar boots, just in case," Ambrosia advises blithely with a /very/ fake smile so as to not confuse her people about her true mood hidden under the adopted persona of Ms Shaddo. "Now. Assuming Ironside can dock this thing all smooth like and I don't break a hip, I'll hop out the hatch first to get things squared away with whatever poor sod they order to supervise this transaction. I need one of you to get the loader ready and make it look like you've at least driven one a time or two before because while those of you infiltrating are doing your thing outta sight, we're still going to be /in/ sight here, keeping up appearances for whatever piss poor surveillance they might have watching the poop chute. That means, we are in fact going to be loading whatever containers they've got on board. Don't spill, for Ionside's sake." A less fake smile flashes white.

"Plan is, we talk our greeter aboard so he/she can sign my paperwork. While I've got'em distracted for that second, need one of YOU, who will have remained on board, outta sight, to put'em to sleep. Stun setting, to be clear. I want that armor intact, cuz whichever one of you fits inside is gonna wear it and take his/her place 'standing guard' over our loading. I need one pilot to stay aboard, with me, in the event things go sideways and we need to move fast. I'll be monitoring the rest of you via trackers sewn into your suits. Keep your coms on, and I'll be your eyes to help guide you through to the computer core. You'll be traveling most of the way through some maintenance tunnels, but you'll need to keep quiet and look sharp, got it?"

As they start to taxi in, the mining outpost heralds David with a frosty welcome. "Inbound YT-1300, state name, destination, and access code."

Devii nods to Amber, "Well that guy over here..." She's pushing a thumb over her shoulder towards some poor shmuck, "He's totally a pilot and thus can drive things. Me though..." SHe makes fake guns with her fingers, "I'll stay out of sight and hit the trooper. THough, I'm probably too short and lithe for that armor. You'll have to get one of the other guys here to wear it." She looks around, "That sound good to all of you?"

David lets out a little chuckle, reaching in his jumpsuit to set his blaster to stun. Never know if he's gonna be the designated shooter, after all. David opens a channel to the station, offering up the codes. A moment of silence before the voice on the other end offers permission to dock. The YT- 1300 smoothly taxis into position, docking with a dull *clank* "We're in position, don't make a mess on my ship, okay?" David informs over the intercom as he gets out of his seat, pumping his fist a little as he rushes through the corridor to join the rest.

Silver nods along with the further instructions, glancing up to Devii as the trooper makes finger guns and outlines an initial plan. A quiet, "Okay," follows. "Do we know where the access point to the maintenance tunnels is?" she asks with a glance to Amber. Though the choice of words in her query is military precise, she's keeping the meek, fade-into-the-background voice and demeanor.

Rey is in the process of lifting her half-mask up over her her lower face and pinching it over her nose before pulling a 'cap' on over her head to hide most of the rest of her face, leaving her eyes visible. She's the most wanted person in the galaxy, or at least the one with the highest bounty on her head... she doesn't need to ruin this mission for the Resistance just by -being- here.

"Move containers onboard, don't spill them..." Rey nods toward the General from behind her mask and by the sounds of the contents of it, she's glad to have at least a piece of cloth over her mouth and nose! Rey glances to the others as they speak, but she knows her role here is support when/where needed and she's still a rookie in this kind of life.

Karas had sat for the most part listening and working as co-pilot as David flies his ship. Familarizing himself with he controls and finding that he actually likes the YT-1300. Still working and keeping up with the chatter he glances back to the others as they are told to put their weapons on stun, he does the same thing, "I will stay back and being our pilot if David is going on, just in case things get hot or be able to move around to help load whatever you all bring."

"Eh.." The aging rebel squints into her memory but comes up short. Frown lines deepen while she fishes her datapad out of cargo pocket and keys through some-- "Yeah. Conveniently not so far. You'll be hanging a 'right' outside the bay we've docked to, then the first hatch on your left is an engineering access room," to answer Astro's question. "It's no Coruscant, but it's gonna be a maze down there."

Feeling the ship shudder and lock into place, she rises stiffly and shuffles on toward the airlock to see who - or what - has been sent to greet them. One hand continues to muss her own hair a little as she goes, adding to the frazzled appearance. "Here we go," she announces and unlocks our side of the airlock. Darkwing, go get that loader ready."

When the other half ot eh airlock opens, it reveals its not-so-precious contents. Seemingly innocuous shipping containers are stacked around, labeled with biohazard symbols. As predicted, there is one lone trooper who has probably drawn the short stick to be here. His carbine is held at- the-ready, but lowers it halfway to approach two steps with a vocoded complaint of "You're late. Sh.. .." The helmet tilts to the right. "Shav-Away?" A low scoff can be heard rasping through the mask.

"What? Never seen an old woman shovel shav before? Here's a look into your future, kid. Retirement ain't what it used to be. Now, you want fancy company, you pay for fancy price. So lay off the critique of the name, eh? Got a grandkid that came up with it..." She pats around on her person for a moment, then frowns. "Hang up...left the 'pad inside. Gonna need you to sign for this. Mind if my crew gets things started?"

Devii slips off into the corner near the hatch but out of sight. She unzips the top of her jumpsuit slowly revealing some of her ample creed cleavage. She reaches a slender hand in between the two mounts and pulls out her pistol. She doesn't zip back up, instead focusing on setting the weapon for stun and waiting. Orange eyes peek around as the trooper comes up to greet Amber. She notices and opening and steps out, leveling her plaster, and sending two stun bolts which smash pretty violently into the trooper. She steps out and into the hatchways, putting her weapon back into it's 'storage area' and zipping up her jumper again.

David comes out of the corridor -just- in time to catch the stunned trooper and more importantly, not scuffing his gear. "Any volunteers?" he asks of the gathered group, glancing over them. "Devii.. probably no.. General.. already went out.. Rey.. definitely no.. Astro? Nah." David shrugs, unzipping his jumpsuit, revealing his usual civilian gear underneath, minus the jacket. "Guess I'll do it." He shimmies out of the jumpsuit, quickly replacing it with the trooper's armor. "Here goes nothing.." he says as he snaps the helmet on, his voice morphing midway through the sentence.

Silver Astro gives two small nods to Amber's directions, and falls into step at the back of the boarding party/janitorial team as the hatch opens, and the first stormtrooper of the day addresses their boss. Then, the shooting begins and promptly ends. A short glance to half-zipped Devii, and she mutters with a sniff, "Hrm. 'Too lithe' my pink ass." The Zeltron leaves the dragging and concealment of the unconscious guard to David, moving as quickly and discreetly as possible toward the described access point.

Rey is just moving with the others and keeping her observations to herself. She watches the Trooper get downed and winces at the hard fall that their 'enemy' takes after the double stun blasts. "Brutal." Rey mutters before glancing over to see David coming to gather up the trooper's armor. "I hope he wasn't sweaty." She tells David. "There's few things worse than putting on someone else's attire when they've been perspiring." She's teasing him, but also isn't. Silver Astro gets a glance, but she doesn't know this member of the Resistance so she just moves toward the others and prepares to follow inward into this rather foul and smelly place they've found. "We're not actually taking any of this scented-grossness aboard the ship are we?" She asks quietly.

Karas nods his head to Amber as he gets up and begins moving to the loading area, he sees the loader, he's not drove one of these in a while. Still he knows how to operate it, "Alright, well just make sure you don't have too much fun while we wait will ya." he says as he looks to Intel group. Rolling his shoulders a little bit, and as he hits the accelerator he scraps up against the side of the ship a bit, he stops quickly and blinks, "Krif....." he looks over to where David is, "Yeah I will pay to repair it, or do it myself." he says before the man can say anything.

The poor trooper 'trips' on his way into the freighter's hatch. Like the good citizen she is, Ambrosia rolls her eyes openly at the guard's apparent clumsiness but stoops to assist David in dragging him the rest of the way in/outta sight. While he's suiting up, she's fitting their armor donor with a shiny new pair of binders and ---oh, that noise. A hard scowl gets thrown Karas' way. "Ironside, kindly escort this crew to the nearest engineer access so they may find all the tools they need to fix this /EVIDENTLY FAULTY/" she aims at poor Darkwing "loader, then hurry back to your post here to keep us in line." Wink, wink.

"Because yes, Rey...we are. For now. Rather, that task falls to Darkwing and myself to keep up appearances. You, Astro, Devii get inside that maintenance hatch and start scurrying. I'll give you directions as you go. Don't suspect there'll be much in the way of patrols down there, but you may come across a worker bee or two, so...keep sharp. And take that---where's that droid? Take it with you. Our dip into that comp's gotta be clean."

Devii moves with the rest of the crew, keeping her steps and any other physical actions as soft as possible. She takes a look around as they head down into the hatch, for anything important or any enemy that may compromise the mission.

David turns his helmeted gaze to Rey. "It's not so bad," he tells her with a chuckle. "This thing will filter the smell out later, I'm keeping it. Just gonna need to have some extra lights in the cockpit, everything got real dark." He nods to Amber, heading down the ramp to 'escort' the others to an engineering access point. Stepping down the ramp, his astromech follows behind him. When he notices Karas' chosen loader snuggling too close to his beloved freighter, David shoots him a dirty look, hidden as it is under the white helmet. "You'll be fixing that." He turns and does his best to look like an actual stormtrooper.

Astro may not be an enemy (odd snark aside) but she just might compromise the mission, stumbling into a bulkhead as she shuffles along toward the crawl space. It was a convincing gait for her 'downtrodden sewage worker' character! Method actors, am I right?

Rey gives a nod to Amber and then smiles toward David's positivity toward it all. "Thats the spirit ." She tells the pilot, though her smile is of course hidden because of her awesome mask! (Its not that awesome).

Rey moves to catch up with Astro and Devii. "Steady..." Rey says to Silver, reaching out to offer her help to balance herself again. "We'll be okay. I promise." And when they get into the tool area she gives a quick look around before also moving for the crawl space. "This will be fun." She quietly quips before heading into it to plunge deeper into the unknown ahead!

How the hell can normal driving be as hard as piloting a damn starfighter, apparently it is, because as he tries to correct himself he nicks the side of the ship again, rolling his eyes and seeing that gaze Amber levels on him, even he feels a cold shiver run down his back. "Uhh...I got this boss." he says to her and tries to look nonchalant, it doesn't work and hears David and rolls his eyes, "Damn it." he mumbles to himself..

The flourescent, red lighting inside this narrow space between facility levels leaves something to be desired. Enough to see kinda where you're going but not enough to see just how dirty it is in here. It's also hot. Conduit snakes and coils along all surfaces, intermittently pegged with small interface ports - places for the engineering crew to plug in and run diagnostics.

When Astro goes bump in the dark, though, one of the shadows up ahead comes alive with a shuffling gait of its own. A waddle, really, but fast and headed straight for them. A sudden glare of headlamp comes alive to lock its blinding beam onto their position. And then? A series of very perturbed grunts and gestures. It's an Ugnaught, and he/she is making demands in a language most definitely NOT Basic.

Meanwhile, back in Shav-Away land, things are also going a little roughly. There's a tiny pulse visibly ticking away just below Greystorm's jaw. In attempts to keep her cool, she inhales deeeeeeeply through her her nose and fixates on her screen a moment and mumbles into comm. "Infiltrators, the corridor you're looking for should be...." Crows feet get deeper as Ambrosia squints at all the dots blipping around the uploaded schematic on her datapad. "Two forks ahead. Take the one to the left, then up the ladder. That'll put you just under the floor, 'bout four meters from the control room." And then? "Darkwing...you /have/ operated a loader before, yes?" Off the comm.

Devii blinks and comes to a stop as soon at the Upnaught starts ranting and raving about their presence in the engineering room. "Ah... well... hold on a minute. What the kravas are you saying." SHe sighs, "Shav it..." She really just wants to stun the little bastard and move on though, pleasing orange eyes look to the Zeltron Spy for help in getting them past.

David, in his stormtrooper disguise, steps up to the Ugnaught, fishing a small translator droid out of his back satchel, about the size of a small-ish datapad. "Speak into this." he says curtly in that modulated voice. The F-11 blaster rifle he took off the trooper resting in his palm, David towers over the tiny alien. "These people are in a rush to get the waste out of here, and to repair the loader they're using. Isn't maintenance -your- job?" Pulling Astro forward, making sure it looks a lot rougher than it feels, he tells her "State your name and purpose."

Silver Astro spares a small smile aside at Rey, but it looks forced. When the Ugnaught appears and approaches, she doesn't start, or flinch; she seems for all appearances as if she'd expected them. When Devii looks at her, and the stormtrooper gives the Ugnaught his orders, the Zeltron interjects smoothly afterward, "There was a ruptured waste line outside docking seal seven; a faulty load lifter broke a sealed pipeline and burst the adjacent main line. The directors said that because we reported it, it was our problem to see how far the seepage went, and clean it up. If you want your team to take over, we'll clear right out?"

The Ugnaut reminds Rey of many workers / scavengers back where she grew up, a place she was now reluctant to refer to as 'home' but she wasn't sure what else to label it. With mask and cap on, Rey wanders around the room while the others deal with the rather seemingly innocent Laborer and she just flicks her eyes left and right, here and there, observing things. She glances back to the Ugnaut and notes the half-eaten ration bar in his pocket which makes her smirk beneath her mask.

Looking to Amber, he sighs, "Not really." he gives her a helpless shrug, "But I will get this." he speaks off the comms. He will put in more time doing regular driving and working with the loaders once back with their fleet, still he tries to correct himself but going a bit slower this time.

Beady little eyes appraise the lot of them for a moment before the out-of-place stormtrooper produces a translator droid and gives 'Merbok' (so says his nametag) a voice. His head wags, jowls quiver, and lil porcine nose snorts a charming bubble. "Merbok's team does not maintenance the waste lines. We are tasked with repairing the air filtration unit on level C. Boss is already mad at progress. You want help with /your/ problem, you go see Gundok's team." A stumpy finger points 'thataway' conveniently in the direction they need to go!

Maybe less conveniently for that Gundok, whoever she is, haha. Merbok sniggergrunts to himself and goes back to work, making no effort to be less in the way.

Ambrosia sighs and gestures for Karas to trade places with her. "Watch this screen. Let me know when they reach....here."

Devii nods to the small little worker alien and moves past, waving the others along to follow like a civilian would, right? Either way she is the first to crawl intothe tunnel so all those behindhercanget a preimium view of that sweet thicc booty of hers. She dosn't have any issues navigating the piping later on or climbing up the ladder but... There's a grate and she sigh. "Sithspit... anybody got a cutter?" SHe asks... or a screw driver.

David watches the team disappear into the engineering tunnel, waiting for a moment before heading back and informing Amber of his action as he walks. Striding steadily, it's not long before he's back at the ramp of his ship, seeing her on the loader and Karas.. not so much. A smirk is hidden underneath the helmet of his enemy, but he says nothing, instead just watching with that rifle at the ready.

"Boss is always mad," Silver Astro mumbles dejectedly to Merbok as she and the others continue along their way. Once out of sight, her jaw clenches tight in a small display of displeasure. Then, up the ladder she goes, moving among the tangle of pipes and conduits quickly, stopping her climb only as Devii reports a grate. "Is there a lock, a latch, visible hinges, an input terminal...?" she prompts. "Because I can't see anything from here," she adds, a bit terse from below the booty. Looking down the ladder behind her to Rey, she asks, "Unless you have a cutter?"

The crawlspace doesn't seem to really bother the Jakkuan Scavenger. She shimmies her way through it with little trouble, and the only real issue is the bulky jumpsuit she's wearing as to her more usual attire of light and dexterity aided clothing. "Lovely place." Rey syas to the others ahead of her as she proceeds to bring up the tail-end of their little endeavor here. When they reach the ladder she looks up and then motions for the others to ascend and will follow dutifully along. "There are worse places though, right?" She adds on, smiling beneath the cloth over her mouth and nose.

Once they're at the hatch, Rey reaches up to pull her mask down when she's asked that question. "I do... but... it could be dangerous to use it." She's reaching into her jumpsuit to pull the silver handle out, showing it off to the others. "If you feel its the right play here though." Rey's eyes glance over to Devii then.

Karas sighs and gets out of the loader and sits where Amber indicates so he can follow the Intel team, he nods his head and watches as the team make their way through where they are going. "Alright will do. Sorry boss." he says to her but does as he is told.

Light! Bright light! It filters down into their crawlspace between floors from that grate at the ladder's apex. It is haphazardly bolted in place so that the mining outpost's dutiful patrols don't take a tumble down into a hole, but not so tight as to greatly inconvenience the little workers that run around, keeping this facility alive. What's more of a hinderance is the rhythmic tromp-stomp of foot traffic overhead. As the first wave of shadow to pass over their heads suggests, the troopers might patrol in pairs along this corridor. Not long after the sounds of one fade away, the sounds of newly approaching come into earshot. Are they doing laps?? Whatever the cause for the near-constant presence, the infiltration team is gonna have to be quick and quiet about what comes next.

"Are they there yet?" Ambrosia grumps from behind the steering bits of the loader. Mrs Greystorm of Greystorm Shipping Co, everyone! Seems this old dog was capable of learning new tricks during her maternity 'retirement'. There's not much finesse involved, but she manages to transport one container from airlock to freighter's bay...and back. There, see? Shav-Away is legit. She turns her grumping into the comm instead. "I hate driving, you guys reach the uh...the new breach point? Don't think I need to stress it, but there's heavy patrols runnin' round this outpost, so be careful and be fast about it. Like I said, you ought to be just four meters from the control room. If you can get inside there and neutralize the competition, you'll have a few minutes maybe to download that core."

Devii holds a hand up to Rey and then after a moment as the troops pass she nods to the younger Woman to go ahead and use that blade of hers. She waits untill the job is finished before popping out slowly. And so as she's running ahead (bad idea) she runsright into another patrol. SHe pauses there and smiles awkwardly.

David stands guard outside his freighter, trying his best to not move a muscle. The longer he stands around, the easier it becomes to focus on what's going on inside the helmet. "She was right.. I hate that she was right.." he mutters under his breath. The helmet has to go. The disguised pilot steps closer to Karas, glancing on the datapad to track the group's progress.

Astro is out the crawlspace and across the scant few meters in a blink, ducking back out of sight on the far side of the corridor and opening the control room door for Rey and Devii to follow; they are nearly there, and the Zeltron spy pulls her little Czerka blaster in anticipation of quieting any occupants of the room ahead. "Quick!" he urges Devii, freezing with a look of dread as the next patrol approaches. She hisses to Rey, "Can you slice the core? Tell me, quick!"

Rey doesn't waste any time though when the others give her the go-ahead. She steps into place and looks to the hatch and all of its many connection points/secure bolts. "I wish... I had had this, growing up." She says while angling the tool. A moment later and what darkness was around them was suddenly replaced by a blinding bright beam of sky-blue energy and the ear-piercing sound of an electric snap-hiss! The hatch is summarily defeated in short order and the blade is deactivated again. Rey steps back after it had swung open and she motions for the others to go through.

After a short bit of running she's seeing Astro turn and look back to Devii, Rey does as well. More guards. Great. To Silver then, Rey pulls her mask down again. "I'm good with computers but I'm not an experienced code breaker, if thats what we need. I can try though..."

Monitoring the teams progress and keeping a look out for trouble, Karas sees that the team has made it to where they need to be, "Alright they are there, took a minute but they are there." eh says to Amber. Karas checks the display again, "Are we able to see where the snowflakes are moving?" he asks a bit more hushed to Amber hoping she can hear him.

"No, so let's hope their peepers are workin fine," Ambrosia steers one more load into the ship, hailing the infil team on comm as she goes. "Status report?"

"So that's when I told her she could /take/ that hydrospanner and shove it..." the Stormtrooper Lieutenant who comes 'round the bend first stops dead in his tracks, clearly not having anticipated the sight before him! "You! What...Show me your indentification!" The rifle is aimed squarely at Devii, but helmet twitches a bit to keep the others in view.

"Yeah, lousy belte--" The Sergeant almost knocks elbows with her patrol buddy but quickly recovers to likewise take aim. "And the droid's, too!"

"Oh... hey... no no. This totally is legit." Devii says reaching around in her pockets. She does her best to looked paniced, "Kravas... oh no I left it on the ship... my ID." She points to the patch on her arm. "See. I'm just here to clean shavit up, you know... like in the name of the company." She looks to the droid, "Droids don't have ID... the heck?"

Silver Astro's eyes harden with the admission from Rey. "Then go help her," the spy instructs. "Do NOT let them take her, take them down, and run back to the ship if more see you. I'll handle the core. Go!" she hisses, slipping inside the control room, and hoping their luck turns around.

A quick nod is given to Silver Astro and Rey shoots out an exhale. "Good luck." She tells the super spy. Turning around to the direction Devii is in, Rey reaches up to put her mask back up over her nose as her hand draws her lightsaber up up from her suit's pocket. Once more the blue blade is ignited and once more its thrumming beam's energy rattles the air around them all.

Now the Stormtroopers have a much brighter target coming their way... And Rey's free hand is thrown up to shoot a shockwave of invisible energy out toward them all!

Karas looks up to Amber, moving over to her, "They stopped." he says to her. He looks back at the display where their progress is going, he sees one figure moving forward, quirking a brow trying to figure out whats going on, this part he hated. Still he moves into the freighter to check and make sure things are lined up ok, than back out of the ship again.

Yeah, what THE heck?? The Lietenant's helmet turns two degrees to the left, just enough to send unimpressed vibes the Sgt's way. "What is it's assignement? You're a long way from the waste containment bay. Where is your escort?"

Maybe she's just trying to hide from or pretend like she doesn't notice her Lt noticing her idiot misspeak, but the Sgt turns her head and "HEY!" Features hidden or no, Rey's lightsaber is all the troopers need to identify her as 'suspect'. If not a little scary? The Sgt's trigger finger reacts first while the Lt is tapping her com hastily to utter a warning of "security bre--" in corridor 6, level B, he'd have liked to say. Instead, the alarmed call on comm gets cut short as he and the quick-firing Sarge are blown off their feet by forces unseen and come to a rough landing on their backsides several meters back, where the wall puts an end to their flight. *CLUNK*

The control room is home to a multitude of terminals, some bleeping complacently in their work, other screens scrolling more actively with data feeds. One of the overhead monitors displays alternating views of surveillance angles throughout the outpost. Each terminal possesses an access port where crew and droid alike may interact with the system, provided one has the codes..

Meanwhile, 'Ms Shaddo' the weathered leader of Shav-Away crew is rendered impatient and a touch worried by lack of reply over the comm. "They are still in position," she observes. "Might be they found a little company. Darkwing, prep the ship. Ironside, go stand in that doorway and get ready to provide them with a little coverfire."

Devii starts to zip down her jump suit again showing off that green cleavage. "Oh wait I think I remember where I left my identification..." She says in a bit of a sultry tone. Though just as she is grabbing onto the grip of her pistol a loud clap of thunder is heard and the troopers go flying. One lets off a random shot and Devii jukes out of the way just in time for it to bounce off the wall behind her and back towards the trooper who fired it. Turning her head she says Rey and her orange eyes go wide. There is a moment ad her breath hitches at the sight of her. "Oh hell, I'm in love..." She whispers before turning her pistol towards the downed troopers and taking a couple pot shots before retreating.

Silver Astro slips into the control room, holdout in hand, and poised to fire. Yet, with a short exhale of relief, the room is empty. She immediately sets to work on a computer terminal, instructing the droid, "Core download initiated, signal me when it's ninety percent complete, I'm going to start wiping the security feed." Setting her Czerka down on the terminal beside the input, she spares an instant to tap her comm live, before inserting her digital interface, and starting work on the security systems. "Infil team to base, core download initiated, some resistance encountered, please advise as to whether we should wipe the database after completion." Multitasking: it's what spies do.

After the Stormtroopers are sent flailing backward onto their butts, the girl with the lightsaber deflects the one shot that did get sent her way! The blaster bolt collides with the energy beam and is sent soaring up into the ceiling of the hallway where it drops a shower of bright white sparks down from above.

Rey looks over to the green skinned Deviii, her eyes the only part of her face that was visible. "We have to get back to the ship, back to the tunnel!" Rey shouts to her comrade in arms on this crazy mission.

The lightsaber is given a spinning flourish on her right side, its deadly blade growling hungrily, as she holds it then out in front of her. "I'll cover you, we must go!" And with that, she'd hopefully start back toward that grate they'd disabled moments earlier.

Quickly nodding his head, Karas moves into the ship rather smoothly and once he is in the seat of the cockpit, it's all business. His hands fly over the controls, already putting the ship into pre-flight within moments. He checks the ships sensors to see if anything else is going on within their vicinity. "We're ready." he says. They weren't sitting there for too long the engines were still warm, still it doesn't stop Karas from allowing them to build up slowly so that there is no burnout.

It's never /good/ when your colleague starts to report a security breach but gets cut off by mystery sounds. Never ever. The next wave of patrolling troops takes a tiny bit longer than the usual time increment to appear, but when they do come marching, it's with a whole damn squad, hustling bustling, hastily assembling from whatever linking corridors they themselves where patrolling through. In their lead is their Captain whose rigid stance speaks volumes about their mood in this very moment. Kriffing asteroid junk outpost duty. Why'd it have to go from boring to career-jeopardizing on his watch? "HALT!" Is the order given the moment he stomps over/around the splayed legs of his comrades. The squad fans out behind him the tiny bit they can in the corridor and with a whine of fully charged, fully eager carbines, prepare to open fire.

"Good to hear your voice, Astro," Amber is back in the cargo pit of their ship now, hurriedly securing the loader in preparation for the final phase of their operation here. The parting gift. "Wipe it," she affirms, "if you've got the time. ONLY if. We /need/ that data...and I'd prefer not to lose any of you."

Devii is retreating with Rey and waiting for Astro and the droid to finish when the Captain comes through with the squad. "Ah bugger..." is said to Rey as the squad fans out. She presses up against the wall and kneels with blaster in hand, the top of her jumper still unzipped from where she had been keeping her weapon. SHe listens to the Captain, giving a slight pause before returning with a jab. "Halt this..." She says, flipping the setting to kill and sending three rounds. The first hits true while the second impacts on the ceiling above. SHe give a moment to correct and hits the Captain again, center mass. "Astro... hurry it up!" SHe shouts.

Astro remains at work on the central core, noting through closed teeth, "I'm... working.. on it.." eyes ticking into focus on each new datastream as one feed is cut and looped into a fresh line of binary encryption. The droid chimes aloud, and Silver Astro calls back, "Ninety percent!" Clicking a new datarod into the central core's input, she waits for full download before activating the slicer's parting gift: a cascading virus that- if not quickly cleared and contained, will degrade the existing data. A tap to her comm, "Download complete, virus inserted, not waiting to see it finish. Extracting now, Astro out," snatching up her Czerka, and rushing out of the room. "Let's go!"

With their exit route being cut off, Rey sees Devii pressing herself into a bit of cover and she turns around to see the new Troopers arriving. Fantastic. Rey spins about and moves toward them, with her hand going out once again... but this time, she doesn't aim to push the troopers down, no she aims to pull their guns from their hands!

And a second later and her lightsaber is swiped against the wall where a steam pipe is protruding from the base's interior (or at least she HOPES its steam!). The lightsaber slices through the pipe in a way that will explode whatever is inside it into the area between them and the troopers!

Karas is waiting now, the ship is already prepped and ready to go. "We are a go!" he calls after Amber letting her know their ride is hot to trott and ready to rock.

The wounded Captain drops to a knee but pelts off a shot at the pesky intruders anyway, because dammit he's got a job to do! As for what Rey cuts? It's not steam. It was, however, under pressure, so all that coolant goes spraying out, messing visors and making all surfaces slippery! No guns, no problem (as some of the troopers are already reaching for batons) but no footing? Is problem.

"Ship's prepped for exfiltration, Shav-Away crew, let's GO!" Ambrosia reappears at the airlock and then out to join David in keeping the way clear for their people to escape the engineering space and trot back in here.

Devii fires a round into the spraying coolant in the direction she thinks that captain is. She can't see and her visor isn't doing much for her. SHe gets Astro in firs, then Rey and whoever else before /diving/ into the shaft and smashing every single little kink on the way down the ladder. "Ouch..." Devii says groaning as she lays on her back before slowly getting up if not helped and headed back towards the ship.

Astro comes out in a hurry, not bothering with adding a shot to the chaos, sliding down the ladder with all haste, shouting up at Devii, "Unless you packed a grenade in there with your blaster, let's GO!" Dodging to one side with a yelp as Devii comes crashing down, the Zeltron mutters as she helps the Mirialan back up, lending as much aid as she can in hurrying the team back. "Come on, Corporal: no time for concussions, now-"

Well it wasn't quite steam... but at least her strike to the pipe had aimed better than some part of her feared it might not. With the icing gasses shot in the direction of the troopers primarily, Rey is covering Devii on their retreat. She looks over to see if Silver Astro is joining them. When the other two are down the ladder. Rey deactivates her lightsaber and then just drops down the open grate... while pulling at the ceiling above her as she falls, hoping to rip ceiling panels down from above in this rusty old clunker of a mining base! Bury the ladder's hatch from the troopers... that's the idea at least!

Muttering while he works, Merbok's still where they left him, industriously laboring away...Until he is beset by a stampede of chemical stink - aka the Shav-Away crew! The Ugnaught squeals in surprise and stumbles aside into the wall. Angry shouts of jibber jabber will hound them a ways along their retreat, but his little legs won't keep pace for long.

The bright side to the commotion surrounding the control room is that any approaching patrol en route to check on the waste containment offloading process - or laugh at the trooper they'd assigned that role - has been rerouted in response to the distress call from their Lt. So when Devii, Astro, and Rey do make it out, they'll find a clear path in and to the ship, with Momma Shav-Away ushering them aboard.

Devii Adds, "Yeah yeah, you just remember who saved your butt..." Though she accepts the help back to the ship where she buckles herself in and gets a chance to catch her breath, the wind having been knocked out of her from the fall.

Karas on the other hand waits and once everyone is on board, he takes off out of the hangar. "Everyone better buckle up!!" he calls back from the cockpit as he does some fancy flying and once clear of the base plot their jump, not back to base but some random out of the way place than two others before getting them back home.

While Karas is disengaging with the outpost and steering them away, Ambrosia is muttering orders into the cockpit. Moments later, the cargo hatch opens, ditching anything not secured. SO...two big containers of you-know-what and more go tumbling out into the vacuum of space in their wake. Moments after /that/, a grazing hit from the freighter's turret busts the containers open.

Shav Away!