Log:Rogue Signals

Rogue Signals

OOC Date: August 24, 2018
Location: Jakku Ship Grave Yard
Participants: David Ironside, Sar Yavok, Kaelyn, Kisaya, Ektor, Poe Dameron, Jessika Pava

The sands of Jakku, some are familiar with this planet some are not. But this is the place that a rogue signal has attracted the Resistance. From Orbit, the flight of Resistances ships can somewhat pinpoint the location that the signal is coming from, now they will have to either dig it up or locate the easier path to get too it. Currently on the planet's surface is a storm, a massive sand storm has covered the area and is roar over the signals assumed location.

Climbing out of Green 1 is Captain Sar Yavok, the only person here to have seen any of these ships crash in person. He drops down to the sand and tugs at his life support vest, pulling the whole thing off and stepping out of the jumpsuit. Slapping a panel on the underside of the old warbird, he reaches inside and pulls out his jacket and a fresh new shirt. "Wind's dying down. Hopefully, this will pass soon," he calls out to the rest of the team before sliding his gun belt out of the compartment, as well. "We all here!?"

Sand is thrown up everywhere as an X-Wing lands, the trim yellow. As soon as the landing struts hit solid ground, which can't even really be classified as solid, the cockpit canopy swings up, and a man in a flight suit jumps out while the engines slowly deactivate. He keeps his full flight suit on as he heads towards Sar, replying, "Gold Squadron's here." David Ironside glances around. "And yeah, this is all of it right now."

Ektor guides Green 2 through the raging atmosphere at the periphery of the storm, before setting down on Sar's wing. Popping the canopy, and hopping off the fuselage to land with a chuckle, "I'm here, yeah? What's the word, we going storm diving, or what?" Idly, he peers toward the direction of the beacon. "I mean, we might as well, yeah?"

Soo the whole distress signal notifier shows up on the Nebula Spider's cockpit warning, the red blinking light drawing Kae's eyes to it rather rapidly... Kae tilts her head, ears flickering briefly, before she peers at it again and then yanks out the manual and looks it up... "Heeey Kiisaa!" She calls into the intercom... "Picked up a distress signal, Least that's what this thing says and all... I'm having to divert this jump and investigate..." She says and sighs... "Might wanna come on up front..."

Kae reaches up and does well, just that, altering the freighter's trajectory... Soon enough the freighter drops out of hyperspace rather close to the sandy planet... Kae then peers and activates the ship's sensors, doing a focussed scan, before calling out. "I think it's in the graveyard.. Or near it... Gonna try and put us down there." She says as she floorboards the ship's throttle.. "Be there in just a bit..." She calls as Jakku looms larger and larger in the cockpit.

As they get closer, Kae flips on the ship's shields and rolls the ship for re-entry, the hull, and namely the shields light up as the vessel rockets into Jakku's upper atmosphere.

Poe Dameron is still in the air, behind the console of Black Leader. <<This is Black Leader, I have no joy on the source of our signal. I'm not convinced we should dig in yet. We're going to do another aerial reconnaissance over the area and see if we pick anything else up. Perhaps the storm will blow over, if we're lucky.>> While maintaining closed s foils, Black Leader, a T85 X Wing, tips to one side angling downward to a lower altitude. "Hey pal, enhance our sensors if you can. We're going to do a few passes to see if there's anything we can pick up on." BB-8 warbles back an answer that makes Poe laugh. "I know buddy, I hope it isn't like last time as well." Poe continues to chuckle while watching the readouts from the cockpit instruments.

From the sky, the sight of the storm is impressive. The amount of area that it covers is astounding and its legitimate danger isn't lost on Jessika Pava, who guides the yolk of the borrowed T-65 X-Wing to maintain her bearing on Poe's right wing. <<Red Two to Black Leader, I'll stay on your wing. Always good to have a pair of sensors at work.>> Adjusting her throttle and glancing at her instrument panels, Jessika rotates the X-Wing on its axis and brings it into a soft turn to follow Poe. "Ali, put all your focus on sensor readings and scans. Use high density settings for anything in that storm, but focus on the general coordinates of that scan. Use low emission and frequency settings. Let's try not to alert anyone that we're around."

"Mew-mewmew-mewmewmew." Kisaiya is back in her cabin at the moment holding the baby loth-cat above her and making its forepaws dance as she holds it. The little kitten seems moderately tolerant, mostly because there are little cat treats next to her that KiloMew is eyeing. She hears the call into the intercom. "WAT?!" She calls out as loud as she can, she can't reach the intercom button from where she is.

Sigh, long, drawn out, something about signals and up front. The rest was lost on her as she was staring up at the kitten. She sets it down on her bed, closing the door behind her as she calls up, "KILO IS IN MY ROOM, I CLOSED THE DOOR ON YOURS!" Had to think about Spinny Two too. And that's how Kisaiya made her way up from to find out what exactly was going on.

"Hold up, what's going on, Kae?" Kisa frowns, sitting down in the co-pilot seat and strapping herself in. "ACK! Okay, yeah, I'm flying next time."

The storm rages for those who have touched down, visibility is less than ten feet when the winds are calm. But it’s nothing threatening so long as the group remains near their ships. The large storm seems to hide the dangers on the ground rusted metal and looming wreckage of past battles. But the Howls and echoes of something in the storm can be heard

Those in the air still, can see that the storm is moving slowly off, allowing for a clear scan of the ground. It’s easy to scan through the storm for the droids and Poe. They’ve got a basic idea of where the signal is coming from now.

<<Green Leader to Black Leader, will continue on foot. See if we can't get a little closer before the storm dies down. No tellin' who's out there listening.>> He folds his flight suit and vest haphazardly and stuffs them into the open compartment before reaching in to grab something else; a BlasTech DP-23. He flicks the safety off and reaches up to close the storage hatch. "Let's get to marchin'," Sar orders, slinging his shotgun strap across his body and sliding his blaster pistol out of its holster.

"Right behind you, Captain." David replies, helmet shielding his eyes from the sand for the most part. "Lead the way." His hand moves down to his side, unbuckling and unholstering his blaster. Turning back, he calls to his droid. "Stay with the fighters, contact if anyone lands and their names aren't Poe or Jessika. Also if there's any unwanted guests jumping into the system. You know the type." He points at his X-Wing, R2-1S sitting comfortably in the socket behind the cockpit, warbling a response.

"Arright, so we finally found all the sand. What you rate our chances of finding a beach in the middle of all this?" Ektor wonders aloud, with an eye aside to Dave, as the Tionese pilot falls into step with Sar, hunched against the wind and eyes angled to keep the sand out. "Not for nothing though, storms without water just ain't right, yeah?"

Kae would flail but she's having to fly the ship! "What? I'm not supposed to respond to these things? Or are you referring to the thump of changing directions and or the drop out of hyperspace? or the reentry?" Kae asks Kisa, tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth as the ship makes it into the atmosphere, and is now thundering its way toward the ship graveyard...

Kae turns on sensors, looking at the passive things and blinks "Woow, I think I'm picking up low flying snub fighters here..." She says to Kisa and tilts her head... "Don't know if we should worry buuuut..." She makes sure the deflectors are at full power and starts charging the guns, just in case...

Kae then tilts her head and umms "What do ya see on the sensors?" She asks, not able to multitask that well... She banks the freighter now into a nice gentle arc, still descending toward the graveyard as the repulsors are brought fully online.

<<Roger Red 2. Let's keep it steady on the pass then.>> Sensors picked up a multitude of things as they passed over. Poe picked up a signal and immediately marked it on their map. This information was relayed to Captain Yavok to give him a heading so he would at least be able to shoot an azimuth through the storm. <<Roger Green Leader, we may remain up here just in case. I've sent you details of what our sensors have picked up. It looks as if the signal is coming from beneath the thrusters of the ISD. Still, no joy on what it could be, but we'll be on station.>> Poe switched to the fighter's internal VOIP. "Jess, I have an unidentified Freighter coming in from orbit. They've just activated their shields." Poe flexes his hand. "I suggest we conceal our presence. No Freighter pilot would risk chasing us through this storm." Poe angles the craft into the storm itself, adjusting course when proximity sensors picked up the presence of a conning tower, Poe flies by it without much fuss.

Ali sends a readout to her central panel, and after glancing over it, Jessika's gaze flicks to her transparisteel viewport, matching her physical sight with her electronic. "I see it, Ali." Assuring her new BB unit that she's seen the report, she toggles her comms. <<Red Two to Black Leader. Getting the same readings from that general area, but the residual effects off that storm are giving these older sensors some trouble. Depending on how deep that ship is buried, that could be its actual engine drives, or maybe its reactors? Just a guess. That could be some trouble.>> On the mention of the freighter, Jessika double-checks her sensors and sees the blip denoting the unknown craft's presence. <<Affirmative, Black Leader. Following you in.>> Adjusting the vector of her snubfighter, the fusial engines flare a little brighter as a throttle adjust urges it a little faster into the actual storm.

Kisaiya has taken over at Co-pilot and she spends the first few seconds looking over at her sister and sticking her tongue out at her with a squint of her eyes. Then a lift of her hand and she pulls the tip of her nose up to make even further faces at her sister. Then a shake of her head, "Try all of the above. The-the thump and the drop out of hyperspace and all of it. Besides, you're better with these sensors then /I/ am."

She gives a sigh, a huff and then her hands move toward the sensors. Turning one of the knobs and adjusting it, a few taps, and she starts humming a little song for good luck. "Ship-shippy. Ship ship."

Kisa's mouth pulls a bit harder to the side and she tilts her head sideways which seems to make it all come into focus. "AH!" She gives another little twist and the view clears up. "Lo-o-o-oks like the signal is off over the~e~ere." And she marks it on the navigation, "A-a-and we got something like fighters that are disappearing from the screen." She nods her head, glancing again at her sister. "So, why did you say you did this? What are you getting us into /this time/ Kae?"

Another squint from Kisa, "I swear if this is another Jawa adventure."

The sand storm is acting a fuss with sensors on the ground, making the directions alittle harder for people to pick out. With that, the storm seems to start dying down, winds lightening up and the sky clearing. Now the gathered upon the ground can make out the shadows of the Super Star Destroy, its broken hull scattered over miles as are most of the larger ships.

Inside the storm, the star fighters have a rough time of it, warning going off inside the ship as it starts to take a pounding from the high winds at the upper reaches of the massive storm.

"Dump your canteen on your heard if it'll make you feel better, FO," Sar calls back to Ektor, pulling his shirt up over his mouth to keep all of that delicious sand out of his lungs. Holding up his comm, <<Roger that, Black Leader. Will keep you posted.>> Sar's got some tracking experience left over from his infantry days. 30 years will do that to you. But Jakku's a rough planet. Add a sandstorm on top of that and you get three pilots wandering the wrong way.

But the sands die down and Sar can finally have a good look around. Hrmmm, there's no giant ships sticking out of the sand here. He squints and looks over his shoulder. A sigh. "Kriff me."

The storm seems to be dying down, so David unclips his helmet, keeping it under his arm for safe keeping. "Much bett--" he starts to say, before a gust of wind blows the top layer of a nearby dune -right- in his face. "For f.." David mutters under his breath, finger coming up to prod at an squeezed shut left eye, obviously having taken the biggest hit. "I hate this planet so much." grumbles the for now one-eyed pilot.

"Wait, so we got a distress signal from under the thrusters of a Star Destroyer that's been dead for thirty years? Oh, this is even BETTER," Ektor rambles. Raising his voice to be heard over the wind, he hollers at Sar, "Hey, boss! Who'd you piss off to get us sent on this one? Was it the Old Man? I bet it was the Old Man- is he still pissed over that bet he put on you in the Nar fight?" Mercifully, Ektor gets done sand in his big mouth, hacking and spitting for a few seconds before imitating Sar and drawing cloth over his lower face. Peering around, his head cants to a curious angle. "Huh. Where's the thing?"

Kae is busy looking at the readouts and instruments as they get to the edge of the storm... "Yeaaah, nope, not this time, picked up a distress signal... This storm is bad, it's why I have our shields up to help protect us some..." At that point Kae slows the freighter down, so as to give her time to respond if something pops up...

As they get closer... Kae flips the com system on.. << It's soo not a Jawa thing!>> She responds to Kisa then blinks <<OOps sorry! Umm yeah, this is the VCX-100 Nebula Spider, we are responding to a detected distress signal fighters, how can we help?>> She asks over the coms... << Again, Freighter Nebula SPider here, responding to a Distress Signal... Respond please.>> She says and then squints at Kisa.... "Oof, ya so like distracted me when I was on coms.." NO flailing, too much cross wind, she wants to though...

Kae frowns at the goings on and turns the ship's stabilizers up as high as she possibly can, the repulsors and thrusters working a bit over time at this point.

The transmission from the freighter comes over the open channel, but Poe isn't sure he should answer it or not. After their follow up transmission, they hear his voice come over comms. <<Freighter Nebula Spider, this is Black Leader, I recommend staying above the storm until it’s passed and out of the area. You will see two fighters emerge from the sand storm, do not engage. Break.>> Poe took a moment to adjust his flight pattern as the gusts unexpectedly picked up despite the storm dying down. Unable to recover from a sudden loss in altitude, the ventral portion of his craft is struck by something he cannot quite make out. BB-8 squeals about the damage and immediately begins to map out possible locations for an emergency landing. The impact was enough to shake Poe in place so hard he bit his own lip and was left dazed. Trying to come back to his senses, he realized the ringing in his ears were proximity warnings going off as he rapidly lost altitude. "Ugh.. " Poe said, trying to get his senses back. "Get control.. of the craft, BB-8." He groaned, and finally took control again pulling back his throttle. He deployed the skids, glanced at the map reading and adjusted course to put him on track with the signal. Then he struck and everything went black.

With her fighter rumbling from heavy winds of the atmosphere, she's busy studying her control panel and checking the status of her craft's air intakes when a loud warble catches her attention. "Poe what?!" Snapping her gaze up, Jessika eyes Black Leader suddenly veering towards the planet. <<Red Two to Black Leader.>> Attempting to get in touch with Poe, she immediately banks her fighter down to follow his route in. <<Black Leader, pull up!>> She's completely ignoring the message coming across the comms from the freighter and more focused on what's happening with Poe. As Major Dameron's craft hits the sand and goes skidding, Jessika physically recoils and hisses at the look of the impact. <<Red Two to ground team, Black Leader was struck by something and has gone down.>>

She's quickly adjusting her speed and angling around in a wide loop to find somewhere to sit down. Decreasing her throttle, she engages her repulsorlifts to steady the craft and levels the nose out with the gyroscope on finding somewhere level to land. <<I'm landing to check everything out, your air cover is temporarily gone.>> Immediately starting to power down her fighter, she hits the canopy release so that it begins to slip open. Once the gap is open enough, Jessika slips out of it onto the forward part of the fuselage and eases herself down so that when she drops, it's into a crouch. Yanking her helmet off, she tosses it back up into the cockpit and then moves into a quick jog approaching Poe's downed X-Wing. "POE!?"

"Oh like that's /my/ fault. You know, it's the responsibility of the /pilot/ to not get distracted." Kisaiya quips back as she sticks her tongue out at her sister. Then it's back toward the scanners as she starts humming softly and continuing to tweak the setting with a pull of her mouth off to one side, then the other. It's a waffling back and forth of her mouth.

"Kae, if you crash our -new- ship, I'm not forgiving you, and neither will Spinny or Kilo." A squint back to her sister, then to the scanner again. A shrug and she looks back to Kaelyn. "I dunno, I don't see anything new on the scanner." She looks out of the forward viewport finally.

Back to her sister. Out the front viewport. Back to her sister. "Seriously. If you crash our ship... I'm never letting you fly her again. Ever. Everever."

With the storm dying down, the gusts still exist. But the ground crew can see their objectives direction this time. The sand having finally died down enough so it doesn’t feel like one is being sandblasted away by the blowing sands. It is then that one such gust picks up and slams Black Leader into the Outer Hull of one of the Crash Mon Calamari ships. He spins out of control and just before impact he’s able to right the ship but still hits hard on the rust colored sand. But his impact has a second effect, right below the thruster of the crashed ISD opens up a gaping hole, And sand starts pouring into it. Revealing and underground base.

"That's a question for Dameron, FO," Sar says, lowering his shirt and looking around. "The real question is why a bunch of fighter jockeys got pegged for a job that should go to an Operations team with an Army escort. But what do I know? I was just a General. High Command, my ass..." Sar grumbles, turning to walk back towards the other way.

David finally manages to clear his eyes of all the sand, blinking up at the sand-obscured sun above. And apparently also an X-Wing streaking by. "That's.. not supposed to happen, is it?" The Lieutenant helpfully points up at the trail of smoke left by Black Leader, glancing at his comrades to see whether either of them saw it. Then there's a bang in the distance. "That was nearby, right?" he asks, checking his wrist pad to retain his bearings. "Crash seems to have been in the direction of the objective." He glances at Ektor. "Get on comms, see who that was. If it was Poe, prepare to give him hell about this planet."

"Eh, drek-" Ektor curses abruptly, breaking into a run toward where the X-wing went down. "Wrong way, ex-General-Boss-Cap, sir!" he hollers back over one shoulder to Sar. << I hear you, Jess, we're close. DON'T LAND ON ME.>> Back at Green and Gold Leaders, "Either of you any good at fixing people? You know.. in case he's mostly dead or something?" He adds to Dave, "And of COURSE I'm gonna give him hell, come on!"

Kae frowns and points "See that? He's in trouble.." Kae says as she see's the X-wing go down... SHe frowns and tilts her head "OOh these are Resistance, Kisa..." She adds and frowns a bit... SHe then peers at Kisa now "And I am soo not crashing right now... see, storm's dying down. Also we have a lot more horsepower and weight than those x-wings..." She says and sticks out her tongue..

Kae changes the angle of the freighter subtly, and is soon near the impact point of Poe... "Let’s find something fairly solid.." She says to Kisa as she brings the freighter into a hover, thrusters still working over time in the gusts...

Kae reaches out and extends the ship's landing struts, and peers, then starts to very gently lower the ship.. << Nebula SPider here, we've spotted where your Fighter went down, we're going to lend aid...>> She says, informing whoever's listening as the freighter descends... Kae mutters "Ok 10 meters.... " More descending.. "5.... 3... 1... Here we go.." As she, as gently as possible with a nearly 40+ meter long craft settles the ship gently as close as she possibly can to the crashed fighter, or as closely as she thinks she can safely put it... She keeps the engines ready, just in case she needs to lift the freighter off, but as carefully as she can lets the weight of the freighter settle down, and finally brings the ship's engines off line, the massive thrusters winding down..

Kae peers at Kisa... "Grab the first aid kit I think?" She says... and frowns...

Poe's craft is sizzling and tapping, the sounds are loud, but thankfully there's no black smoke or any indication that it's toast. The front skid is buried within a dune, leaving the nose of the craft level with the top of the dune. The stern of the craft remains untouched, but showing cosmetic damage from the sand. The ventral portion of the ship, where its centered most on the craft, shows impact damage that does not appear to affect any flight systems or the craft's operation. Surprisingly, it's only frame damage. BB-8 is beeping wildly when Jess gets close, and it's the faithful droid who breaks the seal for Poe canopy and lifts it up, casting a small wave of sand and dirt into the wind. Poe is inside, his head hanging forward with a string of dark blood trailing from his mouth and hanging from his chin. He appears to be unconscious from the shock of the impact, but otherwise, uninjured. The cockpit readouts indicate the craft is overheating. BB-8 indicates he's conducting a diagnostic and will begin flushing the engines to bring them back online so it can cycle coolant.

Leaving deep grooves in the sand as she closes the distance to the downed T-85, Jessika calls out to Poe again. The loud sound of engines overhead leads her to looking up towards the sky. Harshly squeezing her eyes shut and throwing up a hand to cast shade and block out the sun from the direction it's in, she spots the freighter starting to come in for a landing. "Drek.." Reaching the T-85, she slides across the nose that's impacted into the sand comes into a crouch on the opposite side, essentially using the fuselage as a point of cover. Not that she can blend into the sand in the interstellar orange jumpsuit that she's wearing. Maybe she should have stayed in her fighter.

Reaching quickly down to her holster, Jessika's fingers close about the textured grip of her BlasTech EL-718, and there's a scuffing of leather against durasteel as it's yanked from its home. She slips the safety off and sets the weapon to kill, and then beats her other fist against the transparisteel cockpit. "Poe! We have company!" Not that it's doing much. "Beebee, get behind here. I may need you to.. flank.. or something.."

"I dunno..." Kisa says, her eyes flicking back toward her sister and she gives a grimace. "I mean- Are we sure these are resistance? And, What do you /mean/ we're going to help. Kae... Kae... I don't know basic first aid." There's a grimace upon her as she stares back at her. She crosses her arms and taps lightly at the inside of her elbow.

"Kaelyn, I have a bad feeling about this." Grimace and then a toss of her head back and she lets out a groan of anguish that might give a wookiee a run for their money. She swivels and slaps the front of her belt, shrugging out of it and standing up.

She wiggles this way and that, then oozes up out of the seat and starts looking for the first aid kid. "Please tell me you at least know some or this is going to be silly."

A pause and she looks back at her sister. "Kae, what if they start shooting at us? Just like that- Wait. Did you remember to pack the first aid kit after that time on Nar Shaddaa?"

Now from that lovely view, Jessika can see the sand pouring into the underground room, likely an old Imperial base or bunker that the ISD landed upon. The storm draws to a close as the base is revealed. But with in, what lingers now is what may be the answer they are hunting. There is a sort of breathing effect coming from the hole, as if a some air-transfer unit with in the base is malfunctioning.

"I can do some basic triage," is Sar's response to Ektor as he begins running behind the two others. Sar and Co. make it to the crash site and the Captain points at his two compatriots, saying, "Get in there and help Pava grab the Major. I'll handle...whatever this is." The safety is flicked off on the EE-3 and he turns to eye the freighter that's touched down.

"With all due respect, should we leave any one man alone?" David replies to Sar. "I'll back you up, then Ektor can lead the others back to us." He gives Ektor a glance. "Right? It's literally just following a blip on your radar." His blaster has not left his hand at all. "Besides, if there's a contingent of geriatric stormtroopers in there, I must see them, and I must shoot them."

"I hear you, Boss," Ektor calls back at Sar's order, not much bothering with 'taking cover' as he scrambles up on the fuselage of the downed, "Black Leader... I always said it was a Hutt-sucker of a name, yeah?" he needles the unconscious Major. As he works at losing the flight harness to hasten getting the pilot out, Ektor falls back on his battle tested method of injury assessment: "HEY, POE. CAN YOU HEAR ME?"

Kae smiles reassuringly to Kisa.. "I got this, just ummm well keep yer eyes open, and don't go out there waving around your cannon..." She says with a smile.... "Also there's a kit next to the boarding hatches... And while I can't use it, there is probably folks in that group who can." She says again...

Kae takes a deep breath, and after fetching the first aid kit, she lowers the boarding ramp and over the external PA she announces<<Kaelyn here, Umm we have first aid kits on board, we're here to help. I'm going to come out, with the first aid kit in lead. Just don't shoot us. There's only two of us and all, we don't mean any harm.>>

Honestly, they coulda sooo caused more harm long before now... Kae then moves to the inner hatch, takes a deep breath and opens it... She then starts to walk out, holding her off hand up while she lugs the big first aid kit... "I'd have both my hands up, cept this thing is a little heavy!" she calls out. "Really, we just want to help. We were responding to the distress call." She adds... She squints into the sun a bit, then umms "Ooh sorry about this!" Before she flicks down her sunglasses. "Umm yeaaah, soo I did say we're here to help first right? Any of you know first aid or triage? We don't know that much, but have this kit..." She says as she just waits at the bottom of the freighter's ramp for now... If need be maybe she can dive back inside....

"Ektor, get down!" Jessika hisses at him from the side of the fuselage opposite where the freighter has touched down. "Are you trying to get shot? What if they're--," She starts to explain the very danger involved when the external intercom from the freighter blasts the greeting loudly through the air. "Kaelyn?" This isn't a question of inquisition so much as one of disbelief. Standing suddenly from where she was crouched, she looks towards Sar, who has his weapon drawn and his gaze trained on the freighter. "Hold your fire! Poe and I know that pilot!" Sighing to herself, she steps across the hull as Ektor is working on getting Poe's straps undone and his harness loosened. She doesn't put her blaster away, but she does leave it trained down next to her side.

Raising her voice, she calls out in the direction of the freighter and the woman striding down the ramp with something in her hands. "KAELYN. IT'S TESTOR AND LULO. REMEMBER? WITH KADE? WE SAVED THAT PRISONER CREW FROM SOME PIRATES. YOU SHUT DOWN THE BRIDGE AND LOCKED THEM OUT OF CONTROL OF THEIR OWN SHIP." Her other hand is raised again as a visor that casts shade over her eyes, but that doesn't keep her eyes from squinting a little, still. It's hot in this desert, and she's already sweating from all the exertion of getting to Poe's fighter. After her yelling, she's panting, and keeping her finger pressed against the trigger guard of her weapon.

Kisaiya frowns, and still grabs her rifle on the way out of the ship. Though she stays a bit behind with a squint toward her sister again. "Kaelyn, I swear." And she walks down the ramp beside her sister with the rifle slung over her shoulder. And then there's yelling toward them about Lulu and tesker?

There's a pause and she looks down range, then to her sister, down range... THWAP! She swats at her sister's shoulder. THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! HELLS KAE! Stop making friends with people who can get you shot!! I /told/ you to stop doing that! Do you have any idea how much I worry about you when you just disappear and make friends with people that I don't know like this?!"

THWAP!THWAP! She's making sure to focus on the side that's holding the medkit, means it's harder for Kaelyn to block it as she gives her sister a thin-lipped expression and a flare of her nostrils.

"Toss it down the ramp and keep your hands up," remarks Sar, keeping his blaster at the ready. "Don't make any sudden moves and we'll be golden," Sar instructs, before smacking Dave on the shoulder and pointing to the first aid kit. "How's it lookin' over there?" he calls back to the Poe-recovery team. Then Jessika's running over and shouting orders at him, "I really should sit you down for a refresher on how to speak to a superior officer, Lieutenant." He sniffs and slides his EE-3 back into his holster. With that situation basically handled, Sar begins wandering toward the giant hole with the underground complex inside of it, because that's what they're there for, right?

He looks around for a moment before clipping his pistol into place and dropping down into the hole.

David just -looks- at Sar. "You're gonna stand on ceremony, Captain? Of all people?" He shakes his head, heading towards the ramp of the freighter so he can take the medkit off their hands. Or bring one of them to Poe. Jess seems to know them. Even if it is under fake names. His gun remains pointed out, regardless.

"I never TRY to get shot," Ektor rebuts to Jess, a bit defensive. "Sometimes it's just a sign that I'm on the right course, yeah?" he cracks a grin to Jess, contributing nothing to the further conversation. Once Poe slides into a seat beside Jess, Ektor informs Sar helpfully, "He ain't dead! Probably just had his brains rattled up again- oh right, I prolly shouldn't be yelling." He loses sight of Sar when the Captain descends.

Kae well, she's getting thwapped! Lots! She would flail, but well can't she's trying to hold her one free hand up! Kae blinks at Sar, and now she flails her other hand "I can't do that, you have a gun pointed at me and sudden moves make folks shoot..." SHe blinks and calls out to Jessica "Oooh Hi! Fancy seeing you guys here!" She calls out happily. SHe then motions to Jess "See? SHe knows me!"

Kae then has the kit taken from her and thwaps back at Kisa "Heey! You were out finding folks!!! I got a job that paid good!" She calls out and flails some more before looking at the people around here, blinking... "Anyhoo, I can at least help get that fighter back flight worthy, or can help you with stuff in that hole in the ground there!" She says and smiles "Trained engineer!"

Now back to Jess... "Oooh yeah, well been a little while... But My sister and I acquired a VCX-100 and I got a better pistol too! Oh and training in how to use it since then!" She says.. Yes this dark skinned Sephi is a bit energetic... Kae then motions to Kisa "This is my Sis, Kisa, I'm Kaelyn, Kae for short if you like... Anyhow we can help..." She adds.

Poe was back on his feet after hearing Jess yell, and he moved to be by her side, his senses returning more and more the gusts carried sand to meet their standing forms. He's content to remain quiet until it's Sar who begins to lecture Jessika and walks away, only he doesn't because Poe stops him with a stiff arm to the center of his chest and stands face to face with him. "She gave a lawful command to hold your fire and you chastise her for it." Poe laughs. "We're not having a repeat of the past; you know the part where you murder innocent people. So set the example, and respect your team." Poe steps aside, annoyed about the mission, the rough landing and now the dissention amongst the troops. "We will move together, or not at all." Poe waves off the first aid kit. It's a nice gesture, but the mission takes precedence.

"I can see that," Jessika acknowledges the excitable woman, but lifts her left hand to try to cut her off. "Listen, none of that is important right now. We can catch up later. This isn't a safe place to be. We don't know what's happening here right now. He's fine." She doesn't know if Poe is or not, but she knows he'll say he is until everything is fixed and they make it back to the fleet and can be medically cleared. "Let's focus on the now, okay?" The exchange with Kaelyn is quick, and she gestures towards the gap in the sand that's opened up and leads into the crashed star destroyer that's little more than a giant, mechanical mummy in this forsaken desert. "Something is on inside of that thing, and Poe's landing opened it up. We should all be focused on that right now."

"But what is it?" Kisa asks as she peers off toward the hole, then pauses. Squints at her sister. THWAP! One more for good measure, before back off toward the hole. "You little Jawa, this totally is a Jawa mission." Her lips grow into a more thin line as she is watching that hole and the one guy going down inside. "Hey... How safe is that anyway?" She glances to Kaelyn, "Kae, how safe is that ship?" And like that, then Kisaiya is starting to trudge her way toward the ship with that rifle over her shoulder still. A song come to her then, something from the band Far Cry. "Doo doodoododo dodubaduba doo doo dubaduba."

So, Sar goes into the darkness of the old base. He doesn’t spot the six activated light combat Droids that are with in, that is until they start shooting at him. Each one firing repeatedly at the man as they all report Intruder in that mono toned voice of theirs. The area below lights up with green lasers flying all over the place. Not one shot touches Sar Yavok.

"Oh, krif!" shouts Sar, diving to the floor and out of the initial fusillade of blaster bolts. Laying on his side, he readies his hand-cannon and looses three bolts, each one punching through a baddy-droid's central processor. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't having a good time. It's nice to stretch your legs after you've been cramped up in a cockpit all day.

"Heads up!" comes a voice from above. David is not some sort of reckless idiot, crouching to free a signal flare from a pouch on his flight suit. Lighting it, he points it outwards and tosses it down the hole, in the direction of the enemy fire. Then he follows, ending up quickly with MC Hammer. Or Sar Yavok.

Ektor yelps a curse as blaster fire erupts in the pit of pouring sand. Jerking his pistol loose, he scrambles after Sar (technically his wingman) sliding none too elegantly with the repeated muttering, "Drek, drek, drek..." Steadying the pistol, he snaps off a pair of shots that... are placed very well. A pair of droids go down and the Tionese pilot cracks a grin. "Ha! That's right!" he crows, not noticing that one enemy is still up.

Kae blinks "How is this a Jawa mission? I am not chasing after random tech! I was genuinely responding to a..." Then she nods to Jessica, before hearing well blaster fire? Kae flails and blinks "Oookaaay, Kisa? Now you can use your cannon..." She says, and draws her dl-44... She doesn't have a shoulder cannon, Kae has a hand cannon...

Kae runs toward the hole now... "Ok so maybe this is turning into a Jawa mission, weird tech, guns firing, sand....." She then shrugs and calls out "Utinniiii!" As she gets close up comes the large blaster pistol. And she snaps off a round, this one catching the droid in the upper torso, and the heavy bolt of the large pistol pretty much taking the upper half of the droid's torso off...

Kae peers at the pistol and looks at Kisa, then the pistol... "Woooow...."

Poe ensures the others are moving through the transition from high ground to low, before following them down. He draws his DE-10 before hand, then unhooks his leg harness casting it aside. He lands below and takes a moment to get a good handle on their situation. His ears are ringing from all the blaster fire.

Watching the others move towards the entrance exposed by their situation, Jessika follows Poe and Ektor towards the edge. Both move in, with Ektor yelling exclamations and the darkness of the immediate transition from daylight to shaded area lighting up thanks to the discharged blaster fire. Jessika doesn't follow. "We're going to need a cover for the ships and this entrance, or we'll never have rear security." This she says to both Kaelyn and Kisa, as Kaelyn has identified her. Two X-Wings and a freighter could attract a lot of attention from the surface, especially if any scavengers decide to start poking around if any were close enough to hear the impact of Poe's X-Wing against the sand.

Kisa, now that she heard the shots and saw her sister heading over toward it sped up herself, pulling the rifle off of her shoulder and into her arms as she looks toward the others. "Wait, what?!" She was going to shoot at whoever was shooting at the the group of new friends'... At least she thinks they're new friends. They might be? She's not sure. Wait, what was she doing again. Then Kaelyn shoots. Kisa squints at her, then reaches up. THWAP!

"KAE! Stop trying to get shot at!!" And she grimaces, then a look back to Jessika, her eyes going a bit wide. "Wait, what is it you want us to do with the things and security? What?"

The Surprise of the guard droids completely wiped out now, along with the droids themselves. Now that others are inside the sinkhole of sand, The area is massive, maybe a hanger or living area for Imperial troops that had been on the planet during the last days of the Empire. A set of doors dot the walls, one heading to the north another looking like it heads under the ISDs crash. Skeletons dot the floor here as well, likely troops that got trapped when the ship fell to the planets surface, old weapons that are no longer serviceable.

Ektor climbs back to his feet, slipping a bit in the continued slide of fresh sand but keeping his feet, unevenly. "Uh.. Hey, guys? I don't these are the ones who sent the signal?" as he nudges a long-dead skeleton with one toe. "Somebody said the signal was from under the drives yeah?" An out of place grin curls his lip. "Does that mean we get to take the door that goes deeper underneath?"

Kae blinks and flails again as she's thwapped... She then pokes at Kisa.. "Silly Fruitbat.. You just wanted to shoot first.... Also, if I didn't then, there's a chance that thing cuts loose again and injures someone..." She says and then peers down at Ektor... "Yup, most likely, the thingie being under the drive section and all..." She adds and tilts her head "Also means there's partial power here, and I'm wishing I'd worn my flight suit... It has a helmet and breather...."She then snaps her fingers... She races back to the freighter, and returns with the flight suit's helmet and breathing system, and extra oxygen... She also closes up and seals the freighter..

"There!" She says cheerfully and slides on the helmet... "NOw if I needs it..." She mutters and looks around curiously.. She then reaches out and attempts to boop Kisa's nose.. "Anyhoo you'll get more of a chance to shoot stuff with your artillery piece."

Poe takes a moment to push himself up from his kneeling stance, then brings his DE-10 at a low ready stance, advancing in after the others and looking around. "Yeah, we should at least investigate the source of the signal. So we can say I crashed for a reason." Poe says, somewhat comically. It wasn't his first crash landing, and probably not his last. "BB-8, come on buddy. We might need you to try your luck at a door." The orange and white automaton followed after Poe, staying somewhat behind the pilot until they reached the hatch Ektor had indicated.

"I'm saying we don't want to all go inside and leave the freighter and the fighters unguarded. Ali, let's go." Lifting her hands, Jessika motions with her fingers in a beckoning gesture. The BB-series astromech shuts the X-Wing's cockpit and enables its security system before deploying from beneath Jessika's set down X-Wing. She begins to roll towards her owner, maneuvering across the sand with her spherical body leaving a trail of flattened grains in the process. With the guards determined, Jessika slips into the opened section that leads to where Ektor and Poe are, ensuring that her weapon is kept trained towards the ground and away from anyone else in the process. Ali deploys cables in the process of getting down, and sets gently on the floor near Jessika's feet.

As the BB scans, it announces to Jessika through blurts of binary that the north door is where the signal seems to be coming from. Glancing between Ektor, Poe, and the other two, Jessika adopts a two-handed grip on her EL-718 and prepares to advance forward as a unit rather than charging off on her own.

"Wat?" Kisa says and gives a squint off to Poe. "Of course you crashed for a reason. It's all a /sand storm/." She squints at- Boop! FLAILS! Kisa uses her right hand to bat away as her sister just booped her on the nose. "GAHHHHH!" She squints at her sister and then sticks out her tongue with a grimace. Her eyes follow her sister for a moment as she keeps on watching her for a- "Wait, what was I saying?" Her eyes go a bit wider and she looks around for a moment trying to recall but... No, she lost her train of thought. Kisa lets out a sigh, tossing back her head and then and going back to holding that large rifle. She shuffles a bit again and then looks about. "Okay, so, where are we going? And so you want Kae and I to hang back?" She asks of Jessika - of course then there's BB-8! A turn of her head toward the warbling of BB-8. "Warble-kweee-warblewablesquee kwee boop ee click to you too little buddy!" She doesn't speak a bit of binary.

With the droids giving an indication of direct, the door stands faintly ajar. As if waiting for someone to open it at last. It’s been almost thirty years since this bunker has seen action or even visitors. So the dark halls start to come alive, motion sensors powering up what can be powered, some lights spark and fail as they are given power. But some others light perfectly, about ten defense droids are set against the walls; In active for the moment. Their hulls covered in dust, their weapons still attached to their backs. The black looking a gray color in the dim light.

"'Crashed' is such an ugly word," Ektor states with a look of visible distaste. He advises Poe, "Just call it a 'landing at speed', yeah? Which you you were absolutely awake for, if anyone asks. Just not... yanno, not right away, but you ain't gotta say that part." A shrug follows. "That sounds WAY better," the Tionese pilot opines with a decisive nod. When BB-8 and Ali begin cackling, Ektor peers between the little ball droids and pauses one beat. "So.. not down the creepy tomb hole deeper under the desert?" He actually sounds disappointed. "Arright, arright.. maybe later."

Kae blinks at Kisa "C'moooon Kiiisa, the Model Modern Major General and that other fella is gonna hang back and watch the ships..." She says cheerfully "And we're getting to go into an old base! This is exciting!" Kae pauses at Kisa's response to the droid and blinks "You should like sooooo learn binary.." She says with an impish grin. Kae carries her pistol drawn, but held upright, no two handed grip on it yet.

Kae glances around curiously, and shoulders her backpack. "Got my tools in here in case we needs em..." SHe says and grins a bit...

Poe takes the lead for the group, well after BB-8 who had indicated that they follow him. They come to a hatch that's faintly ajar, and Poe wedges himself between the threshold and pushes his back against one trying to widen the passage so others can more easily move in. Meanwhile, his weapon remains at the low ready, his trigger finger straight and pressed against the trigger guard. "There is a lot of old things in here. No telling what we might set off. BB-8, see what you can find, buddy."

Taking Poe's six, Jessika adopts the left side of the corridor as the one to guard as they approach the door. Ali rolls behind the rest of the group once they've begun to move. When they get to point where Poe is trying to help widen the passage, Jessika flicks the safety onto her weapon and shoves it into its holster so that she can get a grip on the part that Poe is trying to push apart. "Let me help," she mentions, and gets a good grip. Planting her boots against the floor, Jessika adds her strength to the mix and begins to pull hard against it. She remembers to breathe, and exhales loudly as she exerts, grunting as muscles flex beneath her flight suit to help open the door. Once the task is finally done, she removes her blaster from its holster and tries to catch her breath.

Kisaiya starts along closer to the back of the group as she snorts at her sister. "Jawa." And she slows as she nears the door, watching the people struggling to try and pull it open. Her mouth pulls off to the side once more and then Jessika heads up to help and she gives a bit of a snicker as it groans its way farther open. A couple nods of her head and she hangs back a bit with her rifle to help cover them all. Kisa's better off with the massive thing supported on something anyway. "O-o-okay. I think this should work. So, straight ahead yeah? And um, I'll move up as we reach corners and what not. That's tactics, right?" Her eyebrows sort of pull up and pinch in.

The door is wedges, unable to retract after the impact of the star destroyer. As teamwork makes the dream work, the three Resistance pilots get the door opened and they get a full view of the old Combat droids sitting there. The appear to be similar models to the Light Combat droids they fought before. With in are several offices, looking like briefing rooms and strategy rooms. In one strategy room even shows a recorded display of what happened thirty years ago, though its only a ten minute recording that appears to have been left, probably the end of the battle as it shows Imperial Forces falling back or being overrun by enemy forces. Even An equipment room that looks filled in with sand and metal. In the last room in a single flash switch, then the Commo repeats - *FZZZT* Assistance req-*POP*...Co--dinat--follow 299.34.6--7. *FZZT* --eet in distre--s.*

"Yep! Straight at em, guns blazing. That's tactics," Ektor agrees cheerfully. There is good reason he is the lowest ranking pilot present. He strains and struggles against the door alongside Poe, making no headway of note, despite his size and weight, until Jessika joins the boys and foces the old jammed door open. Wandering with undisguised interest at the decayed remains of the last moment from a battle that took place before he was born. "Hey, hey.. looks like this is it. Ain't sure why it's going off now, but sounds like a partial coordinate read to... something. Huh."

Kae peers at it curiously "Get a slicer in here, ya might be able to restore the data..." She states simply, tilting her head left and right. "Still, I bet there's info here y'all might could use..." she says cheerfully... "Doubt Kisa and I could."

Kae peers at the message now, then holsters her pistol.. "If'n ya need my help, I can jump in and repair stuffs...

Poe remains at the door, his weapon at the low ready so as to take in their surroundings and try to listen to the transmission. He isn't convinced they should be here, but he can't deny that /something/ set this off. BB-8 rolls by and plugs into the source of all the noise. After several moments of working the computer devices, and not alone mind you Ali was there to help BB-8, they both achieve a successful instance and BB-8 announces it. "Just be on the ready," Poe says to Kae, giving her an appreciative nod. He'd smile, but his lip was busted from earlier.

The hauled open door has sand and dust falling out of the cracks from above, and the deck plating around them is covered in the stuff. Jessika coughs slightly and stifles it against the left sleeve of her flight suit. Her blaster is trained forward and down at this point, and her eyes dart from the various waterfalls of sand falling from the ceiling where a slow trickle of grains has worked its way from the surface to the room in which they find themselves. The flickering lights cast her shadow long in the hall behind her, and causes dancing lights to color her skin with the holographic projection’s changing hues. They're primarily cast in blue, but there are subtle undertones of other colors in them. The room, aside from the combat droids, seem empty, and Jessika frowns.

"Someone turned all this on and.. left? Ali, can you clear any of that up? Help Beebee if he needs it.." She's talking in a more hushed tone than before, because this feels like a graveyard. It's old, and quiet, and, if she's being honest, a little eerie. "..Y'know.. thinking about it.. we're in a Star Destroyer that's transmitting a distress signal.. And no one's here.." She trails off for a moment. "Am I the only one that finds this creepy?"

The old Commo now having seen work from both droid and mechanic alike. The messages repeats, its using an ancient code set, similar to the Empires but slightly different. An Image shows up. This is Protocol Droid Alpha-Six-Eight. Assistance required. Coordinates to follow. 299.34.6--7. Katana Fleet in distress. The human crew of the fleet was affected by a Hive Virus and Hyperspace jump was initiated. Location.. Fzzt* 299.34.6--7. But the tampering with the consol wakes up two of the droids. At first they barely move, but their eyes light up as they begin a scan of the area. But soon the both short out and fall face first to the floor.

"It's possible it tripped on it's own- maybe the storm shifted something, and and it got power to the- oh hey, it's fixed," Ektor drawls along, blissfully not creeped out by the ominous surroundings. Drawing out his datapad, he idly inputs the coordinates, half humming to himself as he does so. "Two nine-nine, dot three-four, dot six, dash-dash seven." He looks up and peers toward the two fallen droids. "Yeah, that's RIGHT. You both stay down," he advises the already-shorted out droids. As he double-checks the coordinates, nodding in satisfaction at finding them correct. "Right, so we gonna go full paranoia level with wrecking this place before we leave, yeah?"

Kae watches the droids come online and then looks to the message curiously "Yeaah, it's being bounced... Buuuut, really, ummm, If I remember somewhat a bit of history, Katana Fleet was like this giiiiaaaaant fleet thingie that was sent out into the reaches in hopes to do something or other, but was lost, when all the slaved hyperdrives blasted them into deep space.. Sooooes, if you could find em, I bet it would help!" SHe says cheerfully.

Sooo Kae only remembers a bit, she's always been a bookworm, and to be honest, the biggest thing that interested her about the Katana Fleet, was the slaved hyper drives and the ships they used.... OF course this is all said after she jumps in and helps do repairs and whatnot.... Kae then flails at the mention of wrecking the place.. "Might wanna copy any and all data you can before ya go..." SHe suggests...

Poe agrees with Jessika's assessment as well and feels uneasy about their whole situation. Looking around first, his gaze finally lands on the droids present. "Download what data you can. Ektor, do you have anything to rig this place to blow? Or does anyone for that matter? Let's get what we can and get out of here."

The sudden activation of the droids has Jessika training her blaster at them in case things get out of hand, but it's a senseless effort, because as soon as they start moving, they practically fall apart. "Ali, make a recording of this loop, then hook into the system and download all the information that you can from any of the databanks you an access. I don't care how insignificant it seems, just download it." Seeing things settle down again, she lowers her sidearm and sets it on one of the consoles while looking over the numerous instruments that are on display. "I wonder how similar these things are to the First Order's destroyers. You spent some time on one, Poe. How do they compare?" There's a chance the Major never saw anything to compare it to, but talk sets her at ease.

Kisa turns the rifle on the first one along with the rest of the group, then it falls over. To the second- it falls over. And her mouth pulls off to the side. She looks off toward the group then and fidgets a bit as again it seems like they're all busy doing their own thing and she's just left to her devices. A sigh, and Kisa keeps the rifle up on the droids in case more do decide to start moving.

"Well," Kisaiya chimes in, maybe this time will be different, "I mean, most ships have a self destruct right? So if this ship has power, and that self destruct is based on the reactor 'r something. Maybe after we get everything we can set that to explode in like an hour? Some time long enough for us to get clear?"

Ektor gets a big smile at Poe's question but it fades almost immediately. "Yeah, I do-oh, wait it ain't here. Didn't bring the explosives in the cockpit. Cause, yanno-" he shrugs. "I can hop in the Y-wing and blow the drek outta this place, before we head home?" Aside, he regards the civilian sisters, and notes with a crooked smile, "Oh, and not for nothing? Prolly wanna never say anything about any of this. Yanno, on account of the getting chased down and tortured to death by shellbacks or something, yeah?"

Kae peers at Jessica "Ummm, Well, the Old Dreadnaught Class Heavy Cruiser, was 600 meters of ship requiring waaaaay too much crew... Had decent fire power on it though... HOnestly, it's also still a 600 meter ship, and with modification, ya could do a whole lot to the thing. And with modern computers decentralize a lot on that ship... If it's the Katana fleet, from what I've read, ya don't need as much crew.... Then again I only read it passing in a few writeups... I can however bore you to death with technical specifications of the Old Republic Dreadnaught..." She says and smiles cheerfully...

Kae peers over at Kisa... "SOo yer saying, if I suddenly end up with another glowstick, yer gonna be piffed at me?" Kae peers at Ektor, then tilts her head, smiles and says "Duuhh..." She adds and winks... "Anyhoo, common loadouts was like 20 or so quad turbo lasers, or 20 duals, with 40 quad lasers point defenses, Ion cannons, tractor beams... Some loadouts had hangers instead of cargo that could like hold 12 or so snub fighters." She says and shrugs again... "I imagine if y'all got em y'all could do a lot more..." Kae peers at Kisa and tilts her head... "Well then if y'all are gonna blow this place up, I suggest just pulling a couple protons from one of your fighters, setting a timer and then leaving this place.. Firing torpedoes into this place, and causing a secondary explosion on any existing large cap ship reactors could cause major issue to the neighboring settlement." She adds and beams again before looking around...

"Soo Can Kisa and I go now? Y'all have this?"

To Jess' question Poe glances around and says with a smile. "Well, for starters, the other one had much less sand in it." His explanation between the differences of the two was much more simple than the one she received from the Engineer. That was more Jessika's language anyway. The part that caught Poe was the bit about the possibility of setting off other reactors. It made him think for a moment. He wasn't sure what they should do. Poe taps his chin and peers over at BB-8 who is downloading data still.

"Smart ass.." Jessika mutters under her breath, and arches one eyebrow after briefly looking in Kaelyn's direction. "I doubt it's anything to worry about if it's lost in hyperspace. Things don't tend to return from there." One last time, she sets the safety on her sidearm and stows it. Ali finishes recording the loop of the protocol twice over, and downloads everything that she can from the star destroyer's databanks. "Alright, let's get out of here. If nothing else, we need to destroy this distress signal. It's been transmitting long enough that anyone that is interested is sure to have its coordinates if they know anything about cleaning signals up. I'm not so sold on blowing it up, since we don't know what else we might find on this ship, but I'll follow Poe."

There's no surprise there to anyone that knows her. "I'll head back topside and get to work on getting your fighter good to go, Poe. Ali and I should be able to take care of the intakes, and then you should be able to get off the ground pending any complications." She's starting to head that way, but watching him to see if he has anything else for her. Whatever the decision is, she's ready to go.

Kisa blinks and then stares around with a thin-lipped expression that looks more like a grimace. Yep. Nothing again. She stands back up and with a heft, pulled up the large rifle and puts it over her shoulder, and she smiles wide, "Whatever! I'm out." A shake of her head and she looks toward Kaelyn. A pull of her mouth off to the side, "You do seem to get all the fun toys." A shake of her head and she sticks her tongue out at her sister before walking toward the door with the rifle up by way of her sister. She doesn't bother looking to any of the others as she grabs her sister lightly by the collar with a little tug. "C'mon, Jawa, we should let them get back to deciding whatever the hell they wanna do." And her boots clomp off back the way she came in from. She shakes her head... just shakes her head.

Kae blinks at Jessica "Well if you think so, but that distress transmission was bounced here from somewhere else... I'd suggest following it... Also if yer getting a distress at all, that fleet ain’t in hyperspace." She says and smiles cheerfully... "Anyhow, if y'all could get it it would mean a lot of smaller cap ships yall could outright use, or convert to other purposes. I know they'd be old, but well it's better'n nothing..." She says cheerfully

Kae then is tugged by the collar "Ayee, I'm coming, I'm coming!! Oooy don't be so pushy, crazy Fruitbat!" she calls out, while flailing her arms.

"BB-8, disable that signal buddy. We'll mark this on our map and bring it to the General. She can decide what she wants with it." Poe couldn't sanction blowing the place up if the Engineer thought it would chain react and possibly harm the nearby settlement. BB-8 disabled the signal then and Poe sighed. "Let's leave with our friends here. I'm certain command will want a response as soon as we're able."

"Right," Ektor sums up. "You're the brains, yeah?" he nods to Poe's non-booming decision. "But.. first we can trace it a bit, yeah? And then maybe shoot up the memory banks before we leave? Make sure no shellbacks come along and plug it back in, yeah?" He waggles the blaster in his hand to illustrate the intended scale of 'shoot it up'.

As the Resistance pilots decide what to do with their treasure, the droids -scream- warning as a Star Destroyer comes out of Hyperspace above the planet. The First Order has arrived, but they’ll never find the location now. The signal dead, but the Resistance has a little bit more information. With the First Order unable to pick up the distress beacon any further the ship lingers for a while before finally leaving the system.