Log:SMASH: Bringing Law to the Lawless

The Atrox Gang was just another boil growing in the darkened streets of Level 1313. Now it has festered. Expanded. From this foothold, they've established a new, dangerous drug that can turn the lowest grunt into a berserking, sense-heightened powerhouse. Seeking to stop this dangerous threat in it's relative infancy, members of SMASH attempt to slice into the gang's security network and gather all the information they can. Hopefully without being caught.

Bringing Law to the Lawless

OOC Date: June 6, 2022
Location: Level 1313, Coruscant
Participants: SMASH: Aiden Cruxis, Caius Sentari, Emma Starflare, Pilha Aino, Siya, Kin-Li Kel, Nazamine Alastaria - Cora Das, Hahtavi Kora, Aryn Cortess, Maelstrom (GM)

-- Maelstron --

There is a place of perpetual darkness and despair where the stars and the sun are merely myths and the only light seen is from buzzing neon tubes in the haze of filth and smoke. One could feel the grit of the air in their teeth; taste the reek with every breath. A place that shows no mercy to those who are born into it and turns a cold, unfeeling shoulder to those who die upon its streets. Where the downtroddened citizens feel the constant weight of four thousand levels of endless city built above them. Abandoned. Forgotten. This hellish place of crime and brutality sunk deep into the abyss while above, the richest of the galaxy step upon them.

This is Level 1313.

But even in this place where the strong feast upon the weak, there is a shudder upon the streets. A new, wholly unfamiliar drug has been seeping through the alleyways seemingly being perpetuated by a new group called the Atrox Gang. In seeking answers, members of S.M.A.S.H. are starting at the ground level to dig up what they can. And like all things concerning Level 1313, they must start in the gutter.

"It's there." The tweaker they had nabbed wasn't cooperative at first; refusing to give the details on where he meets his dealer. Now, after a bit of coercing, he is pointing with nervous energy down one of the numerous alleys that ends with a solid metal door. "C-Can I go? I don't want this heat, man."

-- Caius --

"C-c-c-can I g-go!?", the ever-well-mannered Junior Prefect Sentari mocks as he fists the said tweaker by the collar, fashioning a sneer behind him towards his entourage. "Believe it, Cruxis? Seven years on the beat been seeing this guy, and /not once/ has he ever been /bloody sober/. I'm surprised he hasn't tweaked out on Atrox yet.", he tells Aiden specifically, and he probably ain't lying - this is Caius' backyard, and it's /his town/. More hole in the ground than town, really, but it's /his/.

"I find out you're talking drek and I'm gonna come back for you and show you what /real heat/ is, scan? Now /git/." He pushes the junkie off then, and the poor guy stumble-scurries off to disappear into one of those side alleys. "...well, you heard the blob. Shouldn't be hard to slice our way in, see what's in there. Or show whoever in there's what-for.", he replies to Hahtavi with one of those signature grins. "If any of y'all have suggestions, pipe up before we roll out. Doubt that alley can fit all of us."

-- Cora --

It must take a hard sort of heart to be indifferent to the suffering of those who live in Level 1313. The decay, the crime, and the brutality. The senseless death and suffering. Mercifully, Cora Das is blessed with that hardened heart. Or, well. This version of Cora Das, at least.

It's a long story, let's talk about it some time.

Today, however, she's on a job. A chance meeting in a strip-club proved her rather capable of gutting feral savages, and the rest is history. Kin-Li's query is met with cold blue eyes and a curious expression. It is not her place to make the call, so instead, she reaches down to grab the man's shoulder and roughly push him down to his bottom on the ground.

"Stay put," she says to him. Ostensibly, as they deliberate on whether or not to kill him.

"He is no threat to us. Killing him achieves little," she says flatly.

-- Siya --

Siya hates this place. So much. The despondency and desperation of so many in this area is heavy upon Siya. The Zeltron woman is quiet, to the back of the group. She does not wear her typical attire today. Today, she is in simple clothes typical of the inhabitants of this place. She wears a dull white shirt and dusty brown pants tucked into some boots. As they talk about what to do with the tweaker, Siya remains silent. Pity is in her eyes, the look of someone who understands far more than she should about the plight of this man.

-- Emma --

Along for the mission, the first time in a while she'd been within the jungle of duracrete and metal that was coruscant...and most of her assignments in her 'old life' had been in the higher levels, but the woman wrapped in her figure-hugging white and black armored bodysuit didn't seem any less at ease for her surroundings. Hair tied back, the blonde makes her approach. Odds are, she'd been sweeping the area first. Casting her eyes over the others, Emma doesn't speak as of yet. She wasn't running this one, after all.

-- Hahtavi --

Further back from the rest, sticking to the darker shadows as yet, a Mandalorian has joined the group on this low level of darkness and hell. Up ahead of th em the alleway is strangely lighted more brightly than where the group gathered just now. Quite low, the Kora's baritone speaks through his helmet's coms to the members ear beads so that his voice remains silent outside of his helmet.

<<"Well lit. I don't see security cams yet but I bet you their are optics. I reccommend we see if we can locate and hack into their surveillance. Also, there may be other ways to get in...">>

For the moment he's not walking boldly into that alley. Instead, the bounty hunter begins to look around the area to see if there may be other means to gain access, or better vantages he can use zoom optics to pinpoint hidden cameras without getting too close, as yet.

-- Aiden --

Coruscant, the great beacon of freedom when you say Republic, this was the planet that came to mind. And as much as the young detective studied and worked here, he detested the place, the entitlement, and the crudeness that they behind the veneer of democracy. But he was needed here, they needed to stop something and he saw how bad it could be when he had his first brush with the products on Nar Shaddaa. His eyes look around towards his companions, some he was familiar with, some new, and he assessed them all the same.

-- Pilha --

Coruscant Level 1313. Pilha Aino doesn't look round other than a cursory glance for threats. Frankly, it feels like home. Pilha walks up to the group in her new armour but hangs back, this isn't her forte.

-- Nazamine --

Naz wasn't at first sure how she could be of use when combat wasn't really her forte. She rather liked the lax life of smuggling. A slight chuckle escaped her lips at this thought. Gold eyes flicker back and forth, taking in her surroundings. She always made sure to be aware of her surroundings, as any good smuggler should be. Alas, too much city noise around her made it hard to discern the important from the dribble that flooded her ears. She took off her hood and let her pink braided hair droop over her shoulders, hoping to get a better listen." that? A slight hum? " She said aloud to herself. She made a mental note to be on guard against anything in a place she had only heard stories about before coming here now.

-- Maelstrom --

At the end of the alleyway is a thick metal door illuminated a single yet oppressively bright flood light. The high wattage of the bulb hums with electricity as it drenches the last half of the narrow passage with unavoidable illumination. Clearly meant to make whoever approaches feel like they have absolutely no cloak or cover from prying eyes. There is little doubt that security cameras have their mechanical eyes on this narrow passage way all pointed at the thick metal door at the end.

The walls are high and covered in grime, some spots smeared where a junkie has leaned a shoulder against the wall only to slide down and pass out. There is garbage littering either side; busted droid components and used needles. Rotting food that wasn't all that fresh to begin with. A true microcosm of Level 1313 in a single strip of land.

"I-I ain't lyin', Sentari! I swear, I sear! That's where everyone on the blocks get their junk, okay?! Okay?!" The poor druggie is shoved away then shoved into the ground as those around him contemplate his worth. He covers his head with shaking arms and curls in on himself. 'Git!' sends him scurrying to his feet, tripping on himself, and all but staggering off-balance down the darkened streets.

Now the group is left with the disgusting alley, a security system they are aware of but haven't spotted, and a durasteel door that dominates a dead end.

-- Caius --

Caius had turned about to watch the poor nutter flee, that self-satisfied grin still on his face as he comments, "Welp, I'll see him again soon I bet." Chipper and distracted with his own self-satisfaction as he is, he strides straight into the alley, failing to spot the probable security system. But see, he's a veteran cop, and he's walked these streets a long, /long/ time. /Loth-wolf/ years. And so, he stops just short of being detected, likely, before spinning on his heel and upnodding the newcomer - Cora.

"Cora. You do the honours.", Caius tells her, a hand waving about to gesture the door and the alley in general. "Not my first rodeo, this. They likely got somethin' set up for numbskulls like me. Show me what ya got, look around."

-- Kin-Li --

Kin-Li Kel crouches down at end of the alleyway, in the direction the party came from. He doesn't cover himself in trash, or do much of anything, really. He simply backs into a niche in one wall, and activates his suit's stealth systems. He seems to simply become a faceless pool of shadow.

The EZ snap is held in his hands, but up against his body so it doesn't so obviously look like a rifle. The issue with that is the fact that light glints off the weapon, spoiling his attempts at camouflage.

-- Cora --

Knowledge of surveillance can be a blessing and a curse. It's a blessing when security grids are set up logically. But down here? In the mud and filth? She can't make heads or tails of the network of cables riding up grease-slicked walls. She reaches to touch her bare fingers against that grime, slicking some off and lifting it to her nose to inhale. Organic matter, decayed. Emission residues. Dust. Fungus. She wipes the debris off on the side of her hip before turning her eyes upwards, trying to spot something.

There it is. A blinking little light. Enhanced optical drives flick and flutter over the small security cameras tucked away and out of sight, but... there's no immediate access terminal in sight.

"Surveillance cameras. There," she says, with a point, "And there. I don't see any evidence of an uplink hub. Behind that door, perhaps?"

Caius seems to have read her mind. Cora takes a few steps up towards that heavy door and gives it a soft tap with her fist to check its weight.

"Sturdy."

-- Siya --

Remaining silent, Siya begins to study the area, her gaze lifting and tracking the cameras. Her brows furrow slightly. "I need a way to connect to those cameras." From a pack on her back, she begins to rummage. She pulls out a small metal device which she pokes at some controls. "If I can get a way to connect.. I can loop the feed of those cameras." Her gaze looks around to the others, "Need to find a hub.. Maybe a way from one of the neighboring buildings?" She shrugs. Surely powerlines connect somewhere!

-- Emma --

Slipping back into the dark and the shadows, startlingly impressive for someone wearing an outfit that was partially white, Emma's own weapon is drawn down and assembled, kept pressed to her own form and as she made herself hidden away. Her own ice-blue eyes ready behind the weapon, Emma keyed her commlink with the signal she was in place to offer support.

-- Aiden --

Aiden observed what everyone else was doing, seeing how dangerous this work was. He tried to talk to other people, normal and junkies alike but the uniform he wore did him no favors, now they were stuck with how to get to that door with no idea how and it irked him as he crossed his arms deep in thought.

-- Hahtavi --

Initially, the Mandalorian is still hanging back, observing, looking around outside of the alley while the primary team considers the problems of the security cameras. Hahtavi gives Pilha a pointed look through his helmet's T-visor perhaps to encourage her to use what she's worked so hard to learn, while he looks around the area for other ways that might access the inside. Or for ways they might access the power that feeds the location... it seems to occupy the Mando for a few minutes.

-- Pilha --

Pilha moves forwards to come next to Siya. "Good idea," the short figure clad in CNG void armour says to Siya. She has a strange accent, part Nar Shaddaa part Corellia. Detritus from the alley clings to her boots. She takes a datapad attached to her belt and unfurls a wire. Tapping into the electrics, she begins to tap into her pad with her gloved hands. She is silent while working, just typing typing and breathing. "OK," she says quietly after a few seconds. She looks up at the door and then over her shoulder at Cai and the rest of the crew. "Security camera is looping so we've got some cover..provided we're quiet," she says quietly, then steps back against the wall of the alley.

-- Nazamine --

Naz looks over towards Pilah, giving a silent thumbs up. "Now let's see if I can be of some use here." She makes her way over to look for a way to open the door. Most would say it was luck but for her, it is her skills that find the small terminal. "Bingo," Naz says aloud as she goes to work on disabling the device. A few moments later, a loud click is heard, and a grinning Naz appears on stage with the group again.

-- Aryn --

A figure in all black and swathed in a matching poncho steps from the shadow of the alley to join the group. It's fortuitous given the sudden mitigation of surveillance, and deactivation of the door, but one argues there are no coincidences when the Force is involved. Appearing short, blonde haired, and prepared for trouble, the female (Aryn) steps into the dark of the next area simply vanishing into the darkness almost as suddenly as she arrived. They can hear her bootfalls though, walking ahead at a slow -clip-clop- sounding pace.

Aryn pauses once she's safely inside and pulls back her hood to look around. She sees that this place was used as a lab of sorts, both willing and unwilling patients have left their marks and legacy here, the smell of fear is heavy. There does not seem to be any immediate danger though, but Aryn has not tried to detect life inside, either. With a slow pivot in place, the quiet and sneaky doctor walks toward one of the test stations, her poncho disturbed in the motion and settling along her back again.

"The guts of this dreadful hole appear to be a lab of sorts. I daresay its occupants.. or the participants of such tests were both willing and unwilling. The details speak for themselves. Be mindful of what you touch, companions.." Aryn says in her High-Core accent.

-- Maelstrom --

The group make short work of the security network put in place to guard this single entrance/exit. The cameras are now on a thirty second loop where nothing is happening and nothing is moving. The maglock of the door releases and with gentle pressure, it opens up allowing for them to make their way cautiously inside.

The interior of this place is a dive and that is putting it nicely. Stained couches with torn cushions are askew along the sides and more bright, flickering lights hang from above spotlighting the terrible conditions. There are glass tubes and empty beakers; metal slabs serve as makeshift tables rusted in places but semi-functional. It reeks of body odor and other questionable fluids.

It is a place of research where the term itself is bastardized then shot in the back of the head.

So far, there isn't a soul in the room and several doors leading in various directions. One in particlar looks newer than the rest with a panel next to it and several illuminated keys.

-- Caius --

"What in the frak.", Caius says as pivots over to bring his senses towards whatever was making those clip-clop sounds, untensing with a shake of the head once the figure makes themselves known. "The Princess. /Right/." Seemingly exasperated, the man puts on his helmet. And game-face, but that's obscured now so tough.

<"Kel, Starflare - if you're there - and Cruxis. Watch the mouth of the alley for anything stupid, you all know what to look for.">, Caius issues over the common commlink this entourage has because he wouldn't plan an op without something so elementary. And seeing as Aryn's all safe and snug inside the laboratory at this point, he follows suit behind her.

<"Hahtavi, with me. Watch our backs.">, he requests in a less strident tone as he looks about the laboratory, hands on his hips. <"Uh...huuuh. Cora, Naz, Pilha, Siya. Look for traps, check surveillance, trip security. And get us through that door Princess... find out what's on the other side of that door, if you please.">, upnodding then towards the most-secure looking door.

-- Kin-Li --

Kin-Li Kel remains in his place in the niche. Fortunately, the glint of bright light off part of his rifle is something he catches, and he reaches over, getting some grimy slime off the wall, and rubs it. On CAIUS' rifle, of course. It's not like he needs to clean it. His head turns, moving slowly left and right as he tracks various people moving about. After a moment, though, he curses under his breath, the sound not transmitted.

Keying the comm channel, he intones in a lilting baritone, <<"We've been made. Single lookout spotted something, is walking off, probably to inform someone else. Pop him or let him go?">>

-- Cora --

Cora Das turns to look over her shoulder when Aryn Cortess... appears out of thin air. Those blue eyes turn to the woman and scan her face. It is... methodical. Odd, and out of place even. Her sudden presence is a variable that even her programming was unable to process. "Curious," she says simply, and follows behind the Princess into the dingy room. She's already on her way to begin searching the unopened doors for traps when Caius delivers his order. Her head briefly tips, bird like, but then corrects itself.

"No evidence of traps on any of these doors, however..." A pause, and a narrowing of her eyes. Those internal optics flick and flutter as she scans the ceiling, trim, and floor. Following and tracking towards a source... the second secure door.

"However... there is a considerable amount of wiring and electronics leading to that door from all sources. It is highly secure, but it is also a central hub. If someone can slice it, we may not only be able to open it, but interface with several different subystems."

-- Siya --

Fear. It suddenly grips Siya. She cannot help but to clench the small nerdy computer interface a little closer. There is just something about that door that is left open in the wake of Aryn as she moves through. It is like a gaping maw leading to horror. The Zeltron woman's breathing intensifies for a moment and she simply remains standing in place, frozen for a moment. Even when all the others have filtered inside, Siya remains outside.

She could smell it. A smell she could never forget.

~~Why am I here? Why am I doing this? I should be letting others handle this. I am not ready..~~

The thoughts run through her mind. Slowly, she looks back over her shoulder to where the tweaker had run off to, a reminder to herself as to why she is here.. to prevent others from enduring the same fate. A shaky breath is taken in as she moves forward, forcing herself to face that demon that lurks in the shadows. It takes everything she has, but she steps through that threshold and into the lair of evil.

That's the only description Siya could think of for the place. Evil.

Still clutching that interface, her knuckles pale as she silently moves towards the panel, "Here.. L.. let me.." Her voice quavers as she forces herself to bring out the interface to assist her in working the panel. She has to have something to focus her mind on.

Quietly she tap tap taps onto the interface until a slight smile spreads on her face. "Hey.. got a layout.. This place is bigger than we thought." She works quickly to send the map of the place to anyone else present that has a datapad.

-- Emma --

Eyes sweep, taking in details, taking in potential threats and the information Kel passes on along with the instruction but she clicks the selector on her weapon before making to key her com. <"He's trying to downplay it, but he's trying to make tracks fast. Either a spotter or a snitch. Switching to stun if noone can reach him. Call it...">

-- Hahtavi --

Their lurking Mandalorian doesn't head on in with the rest - not yet. Like Kin-Li and a few others, Hahtavi hangs back to keep an eye on the infiltration. With Aryn Cortess to lead the way, he's way more relaxed than he might be with a bunch of people he hasn't worked with before. Caius is heard and then Kin-Li directs the Kora's attention to their watcher. Over his helmet coms he speaks, <<"Bes'uliik copies - going after our lookout first, then I'll have your Six, over.">> He's not the only Mando here so there's a subtle nod of his helm to Kin-Li but Hahtavi doesn't wait for orders whether to go after the lookout or not. He just starts moving.

A tiny trip off of the street curb and then he's moving fast and surprisingly quiet for a man wearing heavy armor. Haht pulls his stun baton but refrains from turning on the eletrical charge until he's on top of the fellow, closing the distance...

-- Aiden --

This mission was nothing but tense, and he had been in really bad ones before, and yet Aiden can't shake off the feeling that something was wrong with this mission, this alley, in this godforsaken floor. He receives his orders from the commlink and the feeling he had simply worsened. A bystander had apparently seen them, it doesn't matter who as what's important was that someone did. Aiden closes his eyes before letting out a small gentle exhale as he reached for his Persuader and unholstering it from his side. Readying himself should they fail to catch that bystander.

-- Pilha --

Pilha Aino steps cautiously through the door, slightly bending forward at the waist and placing her boots carefully. She holds her datapad loosely down by her side. The woman nods her helmet at Caius, the lights of the indoors bouncing in the dark eye-covers. Her datapad beeps as Siya circulates the map and she looks down. She grunts in acknowledgement, "Mm," then cants her helmet to one side, studying Siya for a second. She moves on, beside Siya and plugs her datapad in.

Again, Pilha is silent, engrossed in her work as she holds the datapad in one hand and taps with the other. Tap tap tap. She turns her helmet and looks around the people who have entered the gang's hideout. "Security systems down," she announces in a calm, quiet voice.

-- Nazamine --

Upon entering, Naz looks around the room with disinterest and brings her attention back to Cai. "Got it," she says quickly before making her way towards the other two female hackers. "How about we crack this open and see what's inside?" She smiles as she watches the two others put their skills to use. When Pilha gives the okay, Naz walks over towards the door. She interlocks her fingers and cracks the knuckles, then her neck to each side, squatting in front of the door and revoking the status of whoever told her "YOU WILL NOT PASS." "Yeah right," Naz says, as she grins even bigger when a click of the door comes as easily as she knew it would. "We're in," she says confidently as she turns to face the other.

-- Aryn --

Cora Das' comment is cataloged quietly, and the woman is given a passing glance before moving on, toward the closed door of this room. As the ladies work to unlock the next hatch, Aryn takes a cue from Siya, who becomes the center of her focus for a moment. Aryn, who was in tune with her perceptions and one with the Force at present, possessed the ability to detect surface thoughts and feelings; emotions like fear resonated in a strong way, making ripples that were impossible to ignore. Aryn allows Siya to finish her task before patting her shoulder with a gloved hand and flashing an encouraging look. It is a small smile, but it conveys a bit of confidence that's translated through the nod that follows. She could have said relax, but complacency killed in potential combat scenarios such as this, so a show of solidarity would have to be enough.

Aryn releases Siya and presses through the opening and toward the trio of doors, each revealing empty rooms until she arrives at one with an unconscious occupant. Her slow walk toward the door, and its viewport, is timed well with the gentle bootfall of -clip-clop-. There is a particular grace to Aryn, like each motion she makes was rehearsed and thought out before hand.

She raises her hand to touch the panel, discovering the door is locked. So, she steps before the door and raises the same hand higher, releasing a practiced motion through her influence of the force to encourage the locking mechanism to release. As if on its own volition, the loud snap announces the release of the lock and the door opens with a hydraulic hiss.

Fearlessly, Aryn steps inside and adjusts her poncho to reveal a medical scanner and curved lightsaber hilt on her hip. It's the datapad scanner she unclips and begins to initiate a bodily scan whilst her own senses detected the state this organic was in. "Overdose," She comments gently. "Without aid, they will perish within the hour. This was recent, I suspect. Perspiration indicates they have not become dehydrated yet; their body is fighting it." Aryn clips the datapad back onto her belt and brings up a small satchel from her other side, tossing its cover to dig within and find the appropriate component to test their blood and possibly implement a resolution.

-- Maelstrom --

The team functions like a well-oiled droid. Teamwork makes the dream work, as they say. Under the supervision of Caius Sentari, the group split up to see to their various stations in tandem.

The Trio of Femme Fatales of Pihla, Nazamine, and Siya work the security system like it owes them money: shutting down alarm protocols, downloading the compound's layout, and busting down the door with a jaunty 'We're in' that pleases the audience.

Outside, Kin-Li's picks out a random passerby who takes an unhealthy interest in what's going on in this particular alley. Emma susses out motive just from a hurried gait, confirming their suspicions. Hahtavi is in silent yet heated pursit with a stun baton in hand while Aiden tries to look non-chalant against a wall. But the wewapon be brandishes does keep more looky-loos from scoping their way.

Aryna finds a test subject laying in their own filth and slipping away. Uuaware of their current state as they are locked in some kind of hell of the mind. This poor, unfortunate soul is on their way to becoming just another statistic to Level 1313's kill count. Cora scanned the room like a boss, spotting the shoddy wiring of this place and files a note of the fire violation.

All of that is to say the large door opens up to reveal a tiny room. Far, far smaller than such a large door should be guarding. And inside...

Two antiquated but functional terminals. A couple of incredibly old datapads. And several small, glass vials of a purple-red liquid set to the side.

-- Caius --

<"Understood, take that guy out. /Gently/, local blobs don't appreciate us bein' here as is, anything too loud and we /will/ get swarmed. Keep that chokepoint locked down either way.">, Caius communicates back to Hahtavi and the rest as he watches the rest in the laboratory work. A grunt is heard from the cop's vox, but it seems... satisfied?

<"Overdose. From Atrox serum? I'm not touching that with a ten foot pole, then. All yours, Your... uh. Majesty...?" It's all belted out as he makes his way past towards the room with the datapads, vials and terminals. <"Cora, Naz, Pilha, Siya. Check this hoo-doo out, you all know what to do.">, he says as he rifles through some of the datapads himself and utterly fails to work them out. Another grunt, this time exasperated.

-- Kin-Li --

Kin-Li Kel brings the EZ snap (now with more wall slime!) up to his shoulder, and he flicks on the weapon's targeting system. A green laser snaps into existence, painting the back of the spotter's head as he goes with a dime-sized green dot. He doesn't fire, he simply steadies his aim. <<"KL. Covering.">>

-- Cora --

"I'll search the area," Cora says, stepping into this new space and over the overdosing statistic-to-be with no compassion to speak of. They are in Dr. Cortess' much more capable hands, anyway. And so, Cora sets about her search of the area. Disgusting as it is, she doesn't seem shy about peeling open couch cushions and rooting through disgusting places that others might not have otherwise explored. Drawers are checked, cushions are flipped, and occasional items of interest are gathered. Unfortunately, though this search was a thorough one, it yielded little fruit other than a roster of names written down on a piece of paper. It is presented to Caius with little fanfare. Her hands are cleaned on some sanitary surface, and she moves to Caius with ledger in tow.

"A roster. Or ledger. Potential POI, but I'm not certain it will yield much fruit," she says to bossman. Her chin tips over her shoulder and she returns her gaze to Princess Aryn Cortess. Those eyes study the back of the woman's skull a moment or two longer, before she takes a few steps to join her by her side.

"Will they live? To die in a place like this seems," she pauses, "Senseless."

-- Siya --

The hand upon her shoulder causes the Zeltron to startle just slightly, but her own natural-born empathy allows her to know she is safe once her gaze falls upon the woman. There is comfort in the gesture and Siya is quite receptive to it. Silently, her eyes close and she dips a nod in her direction.

Another door. Another walk into the unknown, but yet hauntingly familiar. She follows behind, once more clutching at the interface with paled knuckles. Her keen eyes focus upon Aryn, then the unconscious person. "He will need a doctor." She says quiety. "But be careful. Should he wake.. he will unwillingly be a force to be reckoned with." Her brows furrow. "If he wakes.."

Her gaze shifts to look towards the other area with the computery stuff. "Just take them. We can hack them on our own time, actually work at taking our time and dig through the files." She looks back to the man that lays there. "Please don't just leave him there.. He's..." She takes in a few shuttering breaths. "He's in torment.." As she speaks these words, she is slipping datapads into her backpack. A few vials are gathered and secured for future testing. Then, out comes that interface and she rapidly begins to tap into the device, her gaze scanning over information being downloaded. Knowing they are in a time crunch, she just begins grabbing any file she can find to download. "Alright. Got all I could get from this terminal.."

-- Emma --

The steady hold of her rifle, the rest of her fingertip to her trigger-guard, Emma was ever practiced and ready, scanning for threats as she awaited the others call for threats or to say they were all clear.

-- Hahtavi --

It was Kin-Li who gets credit and kudos for spotting the lookout and Emma to confirm said di'kut's body language as they walked away, trying not to be noticed. The fella never sees what's coming, no hears the Mandalorian coming up behind him like a charging but silent Wookiee.

Stun baton in hand, Hahtavi flips the activation trigger right before he takes a swing at the lookout's back. It's a sound hit! Both a meaty thud and the crackle of electricity as the stun baton makes contact. Even before the poor slob hits the ground, the Kora's skidded to a stop and ready to follow up with additional strikes to be sure they are down.

They aren't really needed. Looking around to see if anyone else is looking like prey for the Mando, Hahtavi then steps over the prone body and produces flex cuffs to bind the slob's hands behind their back, turned face down.

<<"Spotter secured. Not dead but gonna be hurting when he wakes up. Looks clear and quiet out here, over.">>

-- Pilha --

"Good stuff," Pilha murmurs appreciatively to Siya and Nazamine. Always great to see fellow slicers killing it. She cranes her neck to follow Aryn's progress then turns and looks back down at her datapad. She raises her gloved hand again and begins to tap, trying to pull as much info from the security system as possible.

-- Aiden --

Aiden listened to the coming and goings of people passing the alley by, his eyes looking back and fro for any other hostile that might've gotten beyond their overwatch. He waves his blaster as if shooing bantha flies from time to time whenever a bystander gets too close for their own good. When the Mandalorian garnered more attention that they wanted he called their attention and told them that the man being beaten was a wanted man by the Coruscant police

-- Nazamine --

Naz shakes her head at pilha. "Sorry i can hack doors and other things but this is a bit out of my league." She laughs addinf in "im just a smuggler with a few goos tricks up her sleeve. but glad i could help today"

-- Pilha -- Pilha, hearing Nazamine, looks up from her datapad. Her helmeted head turns and she heads into the lab. She recoils slightly when she sees the victims and stiffens, straightening and almost stumbling, but she quickly recovers. "Sure, let me try," the slicer murmurs as she takes the datapads from Nazamine, links up her own datapad and gets to work. First one beeps and springs to life, then the other. "Right," she says as she hands them back to Nazamine and fixes her datapad to her belt again. "The slicing's done at least."

-- Aryn --

Aryn glances between the ladies that join her by the unconscious fellow, fielding their questions as she preps a blood analysis and places the injector on their arm to take a sample. The sample is brought back and plugged into her datapad to give her an analysis of everything that was in their blood. "Hard to say," Aryn says with a Doctor's skepticism. "I will do my best to save him. It seems a matter of chemical imbalance. One moment," Aryn says, turning her attention to the details of the screen.

She has a lot to consider given the organic's present state, but a solution comes to mind and she begins to mix a few things from her kit before feeding it into an applicator. The applicator is shaped like a gun, its action pulled back to generate compressed air and aligning the vial with the needle to inject the unconscious person. When she presses the trigger, it is injected through their neck and into the carotid artery, allowing the flow of her 'solution' to move through out the body quickly.

"Best to call the authorities from here and let them take them in. He will recover in that time frame." Aryn slips the mechanism back into her satchel and brings up her wrist device to send out a distress for local authorities to pick up and deploy to.

-- Maelstrom --

The few who are looking at Hahtavi wailing on one of their own jump a little when Aiden speaks up. Something about... Coruscanti police? They share skeptical glances because.... what police? But then they look back to Hahtavi now standing over an unconscious man and they decide you know what? Best let the authorities do what they want. Who cares if they're not the actual authorities. They quickly move along and do not look back.

Inside, things are going about as smoothly as they can. With a few slicers and dicers on their side, S.M.A.S.H. & Associates --- Or SMASH ASS (maybe not) --- are walking away with some clusters of dirt that hold the promise of gold nuggets inside.

But first they got to get the hell out of here as reports from their eyes outside note growing awareness that /something/ is going on. Aryn manages to stablize the dying patient that had been locked in this awful place and thus will at least have a better chance at life than they had before. Perhaps some day they will even make it to the surface.

The members quickly regroup and take an alternative route away: leaving the trap house in disarray and a security feed on a constant thirty second loop. The message is clear to whomever finds it: someone is on their trail.