Log:Sith Empire: Siths on a Train

Sith Empire: Siths on a Train

OOC Date: August 29, 2022
Location: Thyferra
Participants: Sith Empire: Tarq Najjic, Imani, Xavier Harcourt, Tamsin Cas, Midne, and Darth Ferren; SE Hired Guns: Kye Keraz and Ebin Kast

The war on Thyferra has been long and gritty; following the shock of its outset, things had settled into a sort of mundane, protracted slow-moving manmade disaster, until last week when a major Sith Empire officer, the admiral in charge of the war effort, was assassinated outside her high security compound. Now the Sith are out for blood, with a justification for extreme prejudice carried closely like a clutch handbag.

"Get me that bacteria," the tall man in black standing in the middle of the transport orders, his dark features set in a scowl as ominous as a mask. The heavy lift transport seems out of place around him, a mid-seized cargo lifter specially purchased for operations like this where the Empire does not want its logo emblazoned on the side of the results. "I don't care how, but this bucket of bolts will lift the car off the track if you can separate it from the rest of the train. The car with the cargo is in the middle of the train, of course. You're professionals. Find a way."

Outside of the lift transport's viewports, the heavy-forested tropical jungle mountains of the southern Thyferran mountains whisk by in a blur. The transport traces the line of support pylons over which a narrow central rail powers the train, homing in on its target.

"Tarq Najjic hears and obeys." The man with the oversized shoulders and slim waist of a gymnast has his hands clasped behind his back, hidden beneath his velvet cape. His lightsaber is not in evidence. His green eyes have more dark makeup than usual carefully daubed around them and down to his cheeks. He takes three steps to reach the edge of the craft, leaning out to peer down with one hand firmly grasping the side of the exit. "Is not such a bad drop." It might not be for someone who can reinforce their muscles and bones with the Force.

Your personal mileage may vary. "Ready." Here the wind makes his cape whip.

Imani is decked out in her armor with her helmet on, her generally sunny disposition eclipsed by the dark, nearly featureless mask. It's more for safety than secrecy, but for this mission it helps for that too. "We'll get it done," she tells Ferren, her tone as chipper as ever before she looks down at the train beneath them. "I'm not sure, but we'll do it." She checks through her things, making sure everything on her is well secured to her. Don't want to drop any of her weapons on the way down.

Xavier is smoking. That is nothing new. He's almost always smoking even in areas where he shouldn't: that rebel. What's different today is the rate at which he is smoking. Deep, held breaths capturing the fumes in his chest before blowing it from his nostrils like a beast close to raging. That look is also in his dark brown eyes. A sharp intensity that could practically ripple off of him like the wobbling lines of heat off a speeder on Jakku.

Orders from on high manage to quirk a brow, pulling Xavier out of that haze of planning and thinking. His irritation pulls back, soaking inside of him but hardly dissipating. "Got it." No mask today. Nothing to hide the deep creases of his face as he looking to the others aboard before rising to his feet. Throwing the nub of his cig in front of him, he makes a point to step hard onto it as he passes. "Let's do this."

The helmed and robed councilor with whom at least a few of the mercenaries might have been familiar, stood near the offload ramp of the lift transport, hands adjusting a heavy belt that was clearly an aftermarket addition to their robes. No weapon in hand, as their helm turned to consider Darth Ferren as the orders were given. Once the belt was secured, and the slightest hum of energy thrummed for a moment as the anti-grav field was activated, they nodded, looking back to the ramp, moving up to join their Kuati compatriot. "I am prepped to descend. If we can decouple the train both before and after the tank we want, we can, with luck, eliminate the threat to the supply while we handle eliminating the train security detail."

With two rifles slung around her back, one of them with a much longer barrel than the other, SN-6428 stands at attention in her polished, crimson-plated armor. "You'll have the bacta, my Lord," comes the feminine voice after being processed through her helmet's modulator. The lighting of the shuttle's interior reflects on the dark armor while the shuttle slows overhead the train and, stepping forward, the Marked trooper reaches for the hatch switch, triggering open the side entrance. Nodding in affirmation to Tamsin's idea, the red-plated soldier, lacking supernatural or high tech measures of descent herself, presses another switch on the panel, and a rappel line drops from the overhead hanging. She reaches out and grabs for it, rifles secured around her back while she slides downward toward the fast-moving train.

It's close quarters, right? Given that they are about to fight in a -train-. it should probably go without saying that a blaster meant for close quarters fighting is likely the better option. Kye draws a modified MB-450 with an amplified barrel from a discreet holster at his side, the visor of his suit lowered, his suit given a temporary orange color for a paint job. The colors he remembers some of the fine folks at the water dam as having sported when they last fought the guns.

He offers no words except for a nod as to the operational requirements of the mission, clutching his weapon tightly. There is money to be made.

Ebin Kast is with the group with his armor painted black with some gray thrown in to help break up the dark silhouette. Listening to the briefing he nods and readies his weapon, ops checking it all before slipping his helmet on. Looking to the others he smiles behind the visor of his helm then speaks out, "Ready here." Looking at the line Midne readied and seems prepped to use the same to repel down after.

The heavy lift transport approaches the train, a long, relatively slow-moving cargo affair strung out over the course of about forty cars, each car a full fifty meters long, all chugging along at somewhere less than one hundred miles an hour. Slow!

The actual bacta-bearing car is a mystery to the pilot, but they know it's near the middle, and so the transport swoops in somewhere over the rough middle, doors sliding open and fast-ropes deploying for the descent to the roof of the train.

Once all of the operatives are out, Darth Ferren turns to the pilot with a grave look and states, "With any luck, a few will fall off and save us the credits. Take us up when they're clear."

Disregarding the fast-ropes entirely, Tarq simply leans forward and falls off the ramp, turning over once in the air before landing on his feet, crouched in what might be called, in another universe, a 'superhero landing.' He turns his head both ways to loosen his neck and steps to the side. "We have passable slicer here?" First step: finding where the right car is.

He turns to look down the train car to see how everyone else is faring, eyebrows raised.

There isn't any hesitation in jumping out of the transport, Imani's not very fearful, unfortunately she's also just not that good at landing. This is about par for the course anytime Imani has to jump or climb. She's great at the stabbing part, but apparently changing altitude is just too tricky for her. She hits the train and her boots go out from under her, FWOOP. She hits the top of the train and begins to slide, gloved hands reaching out trying to grab hold of anything, or honestly anyone that she can to try and halt her progress down, and eventually off the top of the train car.

Without hesitation, Xavier leaps out and grabs onto a fastrope as he descends towards the speeding train beneath. It isn't so much a climb down as it is a glove-handed grasp and letting gravity take the rest. Going down is the easy part. The landing? Well, not so much.

He hits the train heavily, releasing the lifeline immediately. At the same time, the trail's momentum rips him off balance and Xavier topples over. Now that vertical slide down turns into a horizontal slide across the train's roof. It's... graceful. Yeah, let's go with that.

The helmed Councilor too, did not bother with the riggery of ropes and repelling equipment, instead stepping out into the open air, robes fluttering as they descended, their body moving in an almost balletic arc as they fell gracefully downward onto the top of the train. They landed with nearly no weight, keeping to their feet, "Yes. We have a passable slicer here." Now on their feet, the Councilor kept low, a hand resting on the skin of the roof of the car they were on, "A moment." And then, "Below me are at least a dozen life forms, the others are too far to gauge their precise numbers." That done, the real work began, trying to identify which of the cars was the one they wanted.

As soon as her boots hit the top of the train, SN-6428 disconnects from the rappel line, swinging the shorter of the two rifles around her side and into her front, pulling a lever to ready it for live fire. She tilts her head to the side slightly, speaking into her helmet. "Seeker, you're clear for descent. Hover over this car until we need you. Find an external data port if you can and be ready." Probably talking to her droid. Unless she's finally gone crazy. Hers wasn't the flashiest or most impressive landing, but it was just exactly what it needed to be: functional, practical.

The trooper first looks ahead to check for immediate threats, and, failing to see any in the first moment, looks behind for the same thing, instead seeing that at least a third of the infiltrators didn't stick their landing. She rushes as carefully as she can toward the closest one while her black and red seeker droid rapidly descends on its jets to get a mag-lock on the top of the train to keep from falling off itself.

His fall managing badly, Kye catches the edge of the train with his free hand, managing to land a boot on the windowsill of a carriage, barely managing to hold on to the roof thanks to this. He's looking, frantically, for another hold, so as to save himself from a fall to his death.

Noticing Xavier is in dire straits, as well as the lady with the very nice battle suit, he considers his options. Quietly, he tries to get himself upright in time to be able to join the others in the mission. He's no slicer, but he's good at other things. Like sometimes carrying guns with ascension ropes. That one is just out of reach right now, though.

This isn't the first time Ebin Kast has had to repel out of a transport and he makes it look easy. Sliding down the fast-rope with his weapon at the ready he lands on his feet and plants them, steading his stance as he looks around to watch the others land and some tumble as they loose their footing.

Disconnecting from the rappel line he looks for threats while the rest of the group preps for their landing and the next steps of the operation.

While the Sith Empire's elite and hangers-on (get it?) assemble themselves on the roof, the occupants inside look up sharply as something large and heavy thumps onto the roof. And then again, and again, and-

"Roof's haunted," one passenger remarks to the other, grabbing a rifle from the rack and slipping the sling over his head.

"What? Kabo, I told you there's no such thing as-"

"ROOF'S HAUNTED," Kabo repeats, sliding back the charging bolt and clambering up the ladder to the hatch.

Atop the traincar, a hatch towards the front quarter of the car opens and a blue-helmeted head appears, looking forward first and then awkwardly pivoting to the rear, where most of the Sith-aligned personnel are located. "Dar'nyl, sound the alarm, we're being boarded!"

Tarq's attention is drawn by the sentry calling out for an alarm. In a smooth motion he dashes forward, pulling the lightsaber from under his cape, igniting it, and dropping to a slide on his knees to take off the guard's head. He drops down the hatchway without stabbing himself or slicing through the side or roof of the car - sure, it sounds mundane, but it'd be really easy to just hack through everything - and stabs the other guard he first sees right through the solar plexus.

His voice can be heard from below: "Follow Tarq Najjic!"

Imani's gloved hands grapple with having very little to grab hold of, fingers splayed against the smooth surfaces that offer her very little purchase. Not good, not good, she's just about to slip over the edge to what would probably be a gruesome death, or at least a serious maiming that might leave her with metal spider legs to skitter around on, when she's caught by something she can't see. She can feel it though, the invisible grip that steadies her and allows her to climb back up atop the train and onto her feet. Whew.

It has been said before but really needs to be said again: Xavier is far, far too old for this. Physics is having its way with the man tonight, keeping Xavier on a quick trajectory away from his teammates and sliding faster and faster towards the end of the train car. There is a curse under his breath. Not paniced but meaning to tip irritation towards full-on fury. If only he could gain his footing.

Closer and closer that edge is coming and beyond that: the Thyferran ground racing past them at break-neck speeds. Xavier flails his arm outwards, attempting to grab something. Anything...

The Councilor, looking back as the group appeared to be doing its best to fracture and fragment right on top of the train, which would be disappointing, really, directed their focus to Imani, the woman's body arresting its slide and allowing her to climb back onto the train top. To anyone else, the feeling of being gripped by an invisible force might have seemed out of pale, but perhaps not to the warrior who had spent years in the company of force users. "I am going to move forward and attempt to locate the bacta car." Clearly, they felt that was easier done from the top of the train than fighting their way through and inside of it.

Growling at the group's misfortune, SN-6428 lunges for the closest slipping Sith: Imani. She leans over, offering a duraplast-gloved hand to the Naboo, but not quite jumping forward as that may cause her to lose her own balance herself. Probably should have, though, since leaning wasn't enough and Imani slides out of reach. That's when the trooper hears the shouting and the ignition of the lightsaber behind her, even over the whipping wind, and spins around to aim her rifle - though Tarq had handled that threat just as soon as it presented itself. Running toward the opened hatch, rifle in hands, she yells in to her comm, "Seeker, get us an ID on the train with the bacta shipment. I'm going in. Find a data port and stay out of the line of sight! If you slip off you're on your own!" Making it to the opened hatch, the trooper drops inside, bringing her rifle up to fire at anything that isn't Tarq.

After a little while, Kye manages to vault his feet over and roll to the center of the car, barely avoiding inertial movement by rising to his feet quickly. With his thumb flicking the safety of his gun off, the Corellian trader turned mercenary in a very risky and morally dubious operation seems ready to get into action, moving over to follow the one named Tarq Nijjic. With a nod to Ebin, indicating that the other one ought to follow along, he readies himself for what will no doubt be a veritable slaughterhouse in their pursuit of bacta bacteria.

Hopefully they locate it quick, or a lot of families are getting letters until they do.

Seeing that some of the team is tumbling across the train's roof, Ebin Kast makes a run to assist. Some catch themselves like Kye, and others get a tk boost. It's Xavier that he reaches for, diving to grab his hand to haul him back onto the train. With a soft grunt he gets them both on their feet and steady. Checking on Xavier to ensure he's good, the assassin nods saying, "Let's make those credits."

Nodding his head back in the direction Tarq led he readies his rifle and follows along with Kye.

When the smoke clears in the room Tarq has dropped into, both security guards are dead. It's truly sad, because in all the ways that mattered, Kabo was right; the roof was haunted, and nobody believed him. Still, there is the matter of the terminal that Dar'nyl's lifeless corpse is slumped over and the flashing indicator above the word 'Alarm'. The room is a small one, mostly containing the terminal and the two bodies; there are doors fore and aft, though, but only the aft door has a viewport to the other side. Through the transparisteel, a horrified woman dressed in a business casual blue engineer's jumpsuit is staring wide-eyed. Behind her are rows on rows of tanks.

On top of the train, two more hatches, these in the middle and towards the rear, clank open and repeat the ritual; blue helmets pop up, rotate around, and react with alarm. It's alarming, finding people on top of a moving train, where most reasonable people agree that other people should generally not be loitering. Besides, the track is easily one hundred meters elevated from the dense rainforest mountainside it curves around.

"Get off!" the guard coming up from the middle hatch yells, like that will help.

The guard in the rear feels less social and starts blasting, taking aim at the nearest boarder, who in this case happens to be Imani.

Tarq glares at the terminal and sighs. "Alarm is on." The confirming blaster rifle fire from up top just confirms it. As Midne lands next to him, he inclines his head slightly towards the door with the bubbling containers. "Cover me." He taps the door panel and it hisses open.

"Kindly," the man says, walking in and holding up a blade of magnetically-contained plasma, "confirm this is the bacteria. Yes?" He holds the blade up at her throat. Surely that should do the trick.

This is truly not Imani's best day. It's not her worst (yet) but it's slowly climbing the ranks. She finally has her feet and is has a hand on the weapon she carries when wham, before she can even loose the thing she's been shot. Once again she finds herself falling, though this time she just staggers forward and lands on her knees. Both hands slap down on the blades strapped to her thighs, pulling them free as she staggers back to her feet and tries to throw herself forward at the nearest hatch, which also contains one of the shooters. This doesn't stop her, taking a dive at the guard in the rear hatch to drive one blade, and then a second into his chest. She pushes him down into the car below, letting gravity assist in pulling free her weapon, and then drops into the car as well.

Xavier's hand catches onto something and with a jerk, his backwards momentum is halted. His head jerks upwards to look at the one who caught him: an unfamiliar, helmeted figure. Yet those brown eyes... they squint a little. Perhaps it is from the black hair whipping madly around his head as he is helped to his feet. "Indeed," is his only reply.

Anything further will have to wait as more foes are popping up like burrowing rodents. With a snap, his saber ignites in a humming beam of red as he rotates his wrist. Been a long time... long, long time. "Follow," he grunts towards Ebin and moves to the first empty hatch he can find to leap down into the train car with Tarq and Midne.

The Councilor, still on the roof, did not bother to look behind them. That was simply not how things were done, were they? The mission was paramount, and as the guard popped up out of the middle hatch, they moved ahead, silvered hilt snapping into their hand, the crimson blade igniting as they closed the distance. The first swing only seemed to get the range, as it missed the mark completely, but not the second, and the guard was soon dropping down, well, what remained of him at least, back into the car, as the Councilor remained in a crouch on the roof of the car on which they had landed.

Covering Tarq as he opens the door and finds the woman, a crimson helmet looks expressionless (it's a helmet) at the engineer with the saber to her throat, who is either too stupid or too afraid to answer the Councilor. That seems to be enough provocation for SN-6428 to apply less than a pound of pressure to the trigger of her blaster rifle, striking the blue jumpsuit directly in the gut. "Answer him!" Comes her modulated demand as the woman adjusts her aim on the falling, still-alive body, ready to take the last shot if necessary.

Given that matters seem well in hand, Kye stops to make sure Xavier and Ebin are coming along well, following after the two once he's made sure their corner of this car is secure. He casts a look out at the window of the door leading to the next section, gripping his pistol a bit more tightly as a result.

Ah, there is a guard there. And a terminal. Well, it is the fore that they must be heading, so, pointing to the door, he opens it, and trains his gun to the guard before firing. Thinking on his feet, and maybe a little bit impulsive, but one never knows.

Ebin Kast follows Kye and Xavier, waiting and watching their back as Kye takes his shot. Finding the area clear he proceeds, checking about and then finding the terminal. Poking at the keys he makes a go of trying to use it but shakes his head as he can't make head or tails of it. "Terminal here. Maybe one of you can handle this?"

Ah, the rail. It really is a singular mode of travel, there's nothing quite like it. The gentle rocking of the train as it hurtles along the track has a weight of tranquility to it, and the Sith agents are reminded of this by the intercom message that suddenly blares through the speakers with a crackly, hissing sibilance. "WE ARE NEARING A STATION. CLOSE ALL ACCESS HATCHES. WILDLIFE PURGE RING AHEAD. CLOSE ALL ACCESS HATCHES. WILDLIFE PURGE RING AHEAD."

Further down the track, there is a large metal ring constructed in a hoop large enough for the train to pass through the center. Some kind of current is stretched over the space in the middle, a blue and pink miasma of energy spread like the film of a hostile bubble about to be blown. The train is approaching it with unnerving rapidity.

In the central chamber of the car, things have taken a turn for the worst, at least for the engineer. A frightening man, having just killed two guards in front of her (and nicely separated from by a metal door), cuts through the metal door into where she is, much less nice. "Which bacteria do you mean? The kind that will kill us ALL if I release it into- AH!" Her attempt at counter-threats is cut short as Midne blasts her straight in the abdomen, a particularly horrid place to be shot. Lots of important things there. The woman collapses backwards against one of the tanks, fitfully scrabbling her palms against the side of it as she attempts to remain upright, alternately clutching her ruined torso. "A-alazhi, we're transporting- it's alazhi." Another dead guard falls into the chamber, landing heavily on the tanks and further adding to the horror of the scene.

In the back chamber, one second a guard ascends the ladder. The next, a stabbing mad-woman arrives riding them down to the floor. The other guard starts up, grabbing his weapon and turning it, but then Xavier starts to descend and the guard shifts, thinks better, and turns his gun back on Imani. That's when he's shot by two booming blasts that level him and open up the terminal.

The Kuati opens his mouth as Midne blasts the woman in the torso, then closes it as she confirms this is what they came for. "Thank you-" he says in a sweet, singsong voice, "for your - cooperation." He steps back, gives Midne a nod and sweeps his hand at the already-wounded engineer, before turning his back on her literally and figuratively. Out of sight, out of mind. He taps his ear as he takes the few steps back through the sliced open door.

<<"Get inside or be incinerated.">> His tone is placid. <<"This is correct car. Delay transport attachment until past - whatever countermeasure is.">>

<<"Tarq Najjic will slice front coupling. Someone get back, yes? Is a bit /heavy/ to bring entire back half of train.">>

Imani straightens and looks around the interior of the train car, what she can see of it anyway, but then a warning sounds. Purge. That sounds bad. Like something to be avoided. She slaps the weapon back into place on her thigh and shimmies up the ladder to try and close the hatch. Try being the optimal word here, because she's not actually managing to do it. "Come ooooonnnn," she encourages the thing as she tries, and tries, but no. "Might need some help to close this thing!" she hollers to anyone who might be listening.

Silent. Incredibly silent. Xavier, now inside the train, surveys the situation which appears to be thoroughly under control. Which is good. Gives him more time to observe. To think. Jaw set in focus, he is watching everyone as they move about the cars. Stances, targetted shots. Listening to voices. All of it he follows in that ever-present silence.

Peace and quiet doesn't last when the blaring warning start sounding, forcing him to look up to one of the still-open hatches above. There are limits to a split mind and though the hatch door rattles, Xavier's concentration cannot quite get a grip enough to close it. "These need to be shut," he concurs with Imani to the others around them. Getting a bit dire.

If the Councilor's mask could have looked displeased, so it would have done. But, alas, it was as faceless and non-emotive as ever, as the saber was slipped away, and the Councilor's robed form closed the distance to the hatch through which the half of the guard's body that had not tumbled down into the abyss had fallen, the hatch pulling closed behind them, as they came to their feet, the saber's hilt reappearing in their left hand. "We need to stop the train from reaching the station, and decouple it from the engine. If we are still elevated, we can push the engine compartments into the abyss."

SN-6428 releases her rifle, which dangles in front of her along the strap around her shoulder. While Tarq makes his way to the decoupling, the Trooper gets partly on the hand-rungs up toward this section of the car's hatch, grabbing it with both hands and pushing herself off of the hand-holds so that all of her weight brings the hatch down. It slams down with a thud and she pulls herself up with one arm to twist the clasp shut on the other, releasing her hands and falling back to the ground with a thud, putting those hands back on her rifle in case there are any more surprises. She seems wholly unconcerned with the dying engineer.

"Alright. Go get the hatch, I got this computer." Kye's not an expert at electronics, but he knows that their mission parameters involve this car, and that the one behind them might be a heavily guarded liability. Quietly, he starts typing away at the keys, breaking into the admittedly shabby security and finally, when he enters the command, he waits.

With a dreadful mechanic sound, the rear decoupling starts to initiate, the car behind their current detaching from the rest of the train while he nods to himself in congratulations for a good job.

"Right." Ebin slings his rifle as he looks from Xavier to Kye. Climbing up to the hatch, there is the loud screech of metal on metal as he pulls it back into place. He grunts and pulls the manual locking lever to lock it in place. Checking to ensure it's secure he climbs back down and reports, "Secure." With that, his rifle is readied as he looks at their surroundings.

Just as the last Councilor drops into the train and all the access hatches to the roof are sealed, the train shoots through the wildlife purge ring. A million volts of electricity supercharge the metal surface of each traincar as they hurtle through, crackling and scintillating, a tongue of energy striking out at a mynock-like creature that was stuck to the side of the train as if it were a bolt of lightning, filling the air with ozone and the scent of burnt avian.

As Kye decouples the traincar from the rear of the train, the following cars still make it through the ring but they begin to slow, having lost their source of locomotion.

In the middle chamber, the engineer Midne shot and then left to die is refusing to go quietly into that good night, however, and with a cry of revenge, victory, and /spite/ she suddenly tugs herself up to the top of one of the tall tanks and pushes a large button. "Suck on-!" E'dith, though, is sadly cut off in her moment of victory by the WHOOSH as the tank violently decompresses.

Sickly-sweet, warm red gel explodes outward into the chamber, coating the compartment (and anyone in it, like Tamsin) with a fine layer of the stuff. Another tank, triggered by the reaction and feeling left out, follows suit, KABOOSH-ing growth medium outward, and for a moment a domino effect seems impending, but then... nothing else happens. The rest of the tanks look on in staid disapproval.

<"Decouple that car immediately, the train is almost into the next station,"> Darth Ferren replies over the comms. <"I didn't factor getting shot down into the mission agenda.">

Splat. This black-purple outfit does kind of go with red, but it does /not/ go with gelatinous gunk. "Kill her," he orders flatly.

He doesn't activate the comms. "Untwist your knickers," Tarq mutters, jabbing the lightsaber into the edge of the edge of the front door. With a few more slices and the air pressure travel, the door slaps into the wall, wobbling some. Might it tear loose altogether and fly into the cabin, spreading more chaos?

Tarq Najjic does not know, for he is clambering out on the front of the train, holding fast to the door jamb and giving a hard swing into the coupling. Metal glows red, parts slag off, wires spark, but they're still attached. So with one more sustained contact, holding the lightsaber up against the connector until the weight of the car helps finally unwind and unmake the coupling.

<<"Clear!">> That part, he transmits.

The door holds on for a moment, but then the fickle finger of fate and the gale-force winds running across it intervene, and suddenly a panel of metal goes sailing back into the main chamber where the tanks are, striking another and causing another detonation of the gelatinous goo the bacteria is swimming in, though this time the issue is less of a fine spray and more globular in form.

Imani scrambles down from the hatch so someone else can get it closed, and thankfully someone else does. Without shooting, and with things more or less handled, she takes a moment to lean back against the wall and just do a quick check on just how hurt she is. Hurt enough that it, ya know, hurts. She isn't dead, but it's serious enough to eventually require care. With that in mind, she just remains propped against the wall and tries to catch her breath. The red goo is fine, right? It's fine. Everything is fine. It's not fine, the door does it's thing and suddenly there is more goo. "Uuuuhhh, so is this going to kill us?" She has no idea, what she does have is an open wound and no desire to get any goo in it.

The filters can only do so much, and the smell of burned critter comes and goes like impolite wind. Now tanks are exploding and doors are flying inwards. Someone is giving them the 'screw you' and this place is filling with bacteria. You know who isn't in the mood for this? Take a guess.

The growl coming from Xavier is a wet one bubbling deep in his chest and manifesting in a grimace on his expression. His left hand raises, fingers splayed and curling inwards as if grasping something he means to rip into vicious shreds. Severel feet away, the Bravest Engineer grabs at her throat; mouth agape in a silent scream as her face turns a shade of red. Her eyes roll backwards and she sinks under the goo. And does not emerge.

The 'grasp' onto nothing releases yet Xavier's anger does not wane. He glances over to Kye and Ebin. "Secure the door and the tanks." How? Who knows.

The Councilor who might have looked displeased before, had their face been exposed, and most certainly would look displeased now, as their robed were fairly inundated by red bacterial goo, barely managed to avoid the metal door that flipped through the cabin and impacted with the second tank behind the first. Rather than receding back towards the tanks for some remedial education, that helmed face instead turned to face the source of most (but not all) of their troubles. The sound of metal screamed like a trap-caught animal as the door was pulled from its housing in the wall of the front of the car, the sound of howling wind cutting off with a slam of metal on metal as they forced the door back into place with the force of something that was partly their will and mostly their rage. "Extract the car before we roll through to the station."

SN-6428's helmeted head turns from Tarq, to the choking woman, back to Tarq. She's standing still, in amazement at the situation. With the engineer seemingly being handled, the soldier slings her rifle around her back and moves further into the car to check for wounded, and it doesn't take long for her to find Imani. Upon seeing her, she increases her speed to a jog, rushing over to her and reaching an arm out to examine. "Hold still," she says, voice still modulated by the helmet. "I can't do anything about this but I'm going to keep any further .. goop .. from coming in contact." She goes to the cabinets, finding one with wash cloths inside, and presses one end of it to what seems like the cleanest spot on her armor, rushing back toward Imani and putting that still relatively-clean end to the wound. "Hold that until we get back."

Secure the tank, their superior and presumed other Councillor has said. The voice is definitely familiar. Kye salutes, holsters his gun and immediately moves to the next room to try and secure the tanks. He'll hold whatever pressure valves shouldn't be released, holding them shut with nothing more than the force of his body and some willpower involved. "Get the other side," he tells Ebin when the other man comes close, making sure, then, that there's no fricking way those tanks are going to get any further damage.

They got an owner's mark stamped all over them, and it will be good for it to NOT hurt his paycheck. No, no. The bacta bacteria will be cultivated and translate into profit for this Hired Gun.

Ebin Kast slips that rifle back in its slung position and moves to assist Kye. Takes just a moment to look over the various tanks, the piping, and then to the manual valves and releases. Doing the math he follows the pipping and starts to cut off the flow and power, locking down and closing off what needs to be manually done before working their way to the door to close off access. When it's done he nods to Kye and moves back to ready for exfil.

When the car is finally decoupled from both the front and the rear, the heavy-lift transport swoops down like a bird of prey, this time dropping magnetic cargo lines rather than fastropes that attach to the roof of the traincar. A moment later, the whine of repulsors can be heard through the ceiling as the transport pulls the undercarriage loose from its rail and awkwardly sails off over the jungle, carrying its payload of murder and malcontent.