Log:Rebels: A Bug's Plan

A Bug's Plan

OOC Date: January 15, 2025
Location: Kuat
Participants: Wil Larolia, Ben Relor, Nerys Greystorm, Cin'cirad Rook, Sus, Dailo Fett and Reverberate as GM

The Matriarchally ruled world of Kuat, a terraformed world that has never known dangerous or predatory wildlife. A carefully maintained industrial world unique for the cleanliness of its environment due to the protections that had been utilized to counter its great works, further aided by moving much of that infrastructure to the kilometers large Kuat Drive Yards that made the world appear to have a ring for the sheer mass of it.

Some of the works still happened planetside and at the Shesh Omniworks was gravity testing the engines Doctor Strrriblidridoph had requested. The facility in question was an ornate affair, a cultivated garden of topiary shaped like KDY fighter and capital class craft, their spherical pots on repulsors allowing the garden craft to float lazily across the property.

At the center of it a white walled building with marble columns and busts of the matriarchs of the family placed at even spacing, maintained for centuries and added to with each generation. Guards were present, peopled by the less favored male population, moving in a trio of organics and a single biped form droid to each patrol.

The mission itself was simple in description, get inside and either steal a craft with the M-231-Qilissixi Engines, or get copies of the KDY plans to return to Organa's Hope.

<<"Comm check,">> Dailo's accented voice cut over the net as she palm-struck the side of her helm as if that might rattle her own comms back into working order. Loaded for bear, the Mandalorian appeared ready to conduct a fast and violent mission. No guile for this, they needed something quick, fast, and in a hurry. <"Get weapons ready. We will hit the target quick. The longer we linger, the more reinforcements they will get.">

Ben Relor lifts his wrist to speak into his own comms, taking one last drag off his cigarette before he tosses it away. "Roger that. You want me to scout ahead? See how many we're looking at?" Aside from blowing shit up, scouting is something else that he does. He has his battered R5 droid in tow as he seems to go absolutely nowhere without his droid, but he puts a hand on its flat-top dome as he checks his weapons. "Might need you to stay here for this, Five. You're a lot of things, but fast ain't always one of 'em." Five bleeps and boops, clearly offended.

Colonel Jessika Pava had taken the time since her rescue to engage in some much needed Bacta Tank R&R. Ankle no longer broken, she sat aboard the incersion vehicle, a.e. the Outrider, staring at the drive yards. <"Alright darlings, you heard the XO. Get your gear stowed, your belts latched, and your weapons primed. Objectively, we want to sneak in and out before these Imperial jack boots realize we stole the prototype, but I'm pragmatic enough to realize there's a snowballs chance on Mustafar that we stay stealthy enough to pull that off. Ailee is going to be holding down our primary exfil on the Outrider, so if things go oval, we head back to docking ports. I paid top credits for docking clearance, but that'll do jack all once we're boots on station.">

The Outrider approaches, using those paid for docking codes to get them, at the very least, in the door.

<"Wraith two, Dailo. That's your point lady on the ground. I'm in the hotseat providing 'bad assery' if things need distractionary backwards advancement. You know your jobs. Get it done. May the force be with you, because it aint with them.">

"I should have brought Kael. He could have been my man-servant." These are the things you think about only after you've already touched down on world. A head bonk came on her helmet from the scout droid perched on her shoulder. "You don't even have hands, Numty." Beat. "Also, you're nobody's servant." The comms chatter between droids cut off as the comms check came, and Nerys activated the link they had established for the team. <<"I read you.">> The small woman in armor, was no mandalorian, but she might have been created in their spirit, considering the array of weapons stuck here and there all over her person and sticking to her backpack, to which a seeker droid was also mag-locked.

Once again, Captain Wil Larolia has volunteered for a ground mission. Why, you ask, would a naval captain volunteer for a dangerous mission? Why would he leave the relative safety of his chair on the bridge?

Because this kind of stuff is -fun-.

Wil makes the final checks on his armor, tightening straps, ensuring his helmet is sealed, triple checking his blaster again. "Ready to roll. As always."

Sadly, he can not rake his hand through his hair like some kind of handsome scoundrel in the armor.

<<"Sira Fett 2, five by five.">> Comes the call back, she's a bit less 'loaded for bear,' though the striped barrel on the slugthrower is definitely some sort of warning. Exactly what that warning might be is anyone's guess. She glances off toward Dailo, hefting the rifle once more. A slow drag in, a slow exhale out as moves in step with the other Mandalorian but keeping space between them.

Sus is also here though she's still inexperienced with all of this. The falleen at least comes prepared and ready for what may come. She stays with the rest hands near her blasters.

With the Outrider down, the high cost of the landing pads able to get them just outside the border garden, there is little commotion for now. The ship was 'registered' to be there and so for the moment the quartet of guards passing by the outer perimeter merely give it a cursory look before they pass along their way.

As if on cue a sweep of multi-coloured birds, like bits of flashing bright wrapping paper, wing over the grounds and it may not be a surprise to most that are familiar to Kuat if it turned out that such were in fact trained to do so.

Like a fountain display of living creatures.

Shesh Omniworks continues to stand, proud and stern. A looming, glittering, thing that imposes itself like some benevolent god.

Being on the western side of the facility, Dailo could see that there was a main entrance at the north side of the building, but a close entrance to the west allowing the best proximity to their escape craft when things went terrible.

Tripping over a small crack in the duracrete, Dailo recovered remarkably and marched toward the western entrance with the confidence of someone who knew where she was going.

<<"Things are going to get ugly fast. -- Looks like the best entry is just nearby. If we have any techno-types with us, maybe you can bring down security electronics to hinder their ability to track us.. or something?">> Dailo didn't sound one-hundred percent on this, but they did their best work off the cuff.

She triggers the door to open, turns back to look at the team to see if they're near, nods, then steps inside.. let the fun begin..

<<"I can help bring down security if we need it,">> Ben says into the comms. There might be others here better suited to that, so he doesn't assume. What he's best at is making a big show of light and sound and destruction when the time comes. And as far as he's concerned, it's always time.

<<"Can blow us an escape route on the west side wall if we need it,">> he adds quietly. <<"Weak spots there.">> He prepares to get his swagger on as the group follows Dailo inside, but he'll actually be keeping an eye on Sus, too. The two of them are the lowest ranking here, aren't they? Not like Ben gives much of a shavit about titles. "You good there, Princess?"

Jessika could be out there, running and gunning if the mood struck her, but she's so much more efficient behind the console. Ready to provide backup as necessary. Ailee, beside her, is beeping some astronomically negative shivat, "Can it, we're going to be fine. I sent two Mandalorians, a Naval Commander, and a psychopath in there to do a stealth mission."

Beep beep of the console.

"Stop looking at me like that."

Said to her droid who is staring at her dumbfounded that she said those words, in that order, with a straight face.

"I'll recycle you. I swear to the Force."

<"If it needs be, Agent Ralor, you do just that. Soon.. what I mean to say is if... if things go bad, you blow stuff up at your leasure. You do it in the name of liberation. Pump your fist, scream 'ayoooo' in the sky and tell your grand kids about it. I will..."> a glance over at Aliee.

"Stop looking at me like that, it'll be fine."

The Greystorm was not always brought in because she had the ability to cause complete chaos, mayhem and generally ruin someone else's day. In the other aspects of her life, she was a scout and front-line insertion specialist. A hand reached back to tap the seeker droid on her back, the droid's head spinning around, red eye flashing as Bitty woke up, "Prep for work, girl." For now, Nerys moved to allow herself time and space to explore the side of the facility along which they were walking, "I'm going to look for a droid port to see if I can access their security system and create a null space for us to move in. If I disappear, assume I'm fine." No point in ringing all of the bells unless they had to. And Nerys was off.

Wil, his gear check complete, starts to keep track of the goings on of the guards, the structure of the patrols, and the various objects scattered throughout the courtyard. "Alright," he says, his voice modulated a bit by the helmet. "Forty guards in ten teams, five in either direction. They've got fantastic visual down here, but the roof is empty. If we could get up there, anyway. There's some light cover in the topiaries, but otherwise this'll just be a run and gun unless someone has a better idea."

He doublechecks if his blaster is loaded. AGAIN.

<<"Wraith One, Sira. Come grab me would ya? I want to get a look at this place from the air too. Just swing by and fly low, I'll grab on.">> The Mandalorian says as she gives a look up toward the sky. Because this seems like a perfectly natural way to handle that, right?

In the meantime, she's giving the area a look over, her helmet not moving through her eyes on on the inside. Taking in the buildings, the patrols, a subtle murmur of a <"Hmmm...">

<"Ya know what, Kid-"> Sira says to Ben, <"-that sounds like a decent idea. Just don't blow it early. Last thing we need is a little premature explosives."> She pauses a beat, turns, then starts in the direction of where she assume Jess will swing down to grab her.

<<"Well then, you know, go with the best option - Don't get shot.">> Sira ads with the sound of dry-humor to her voice.

Sus sticking with the group moving closer to Ben and Sira, Sus keeps her eyes open, staying alert and on guard. Never know when something may happen or a situation may come up, her hands flex near her blasters. "I always get so anxious is that normal?" She asks softly.

Patrols continue their paths on the outside, moving in their patrol patterns. Two guards at the doors looking to Dailo when she steps through the outer door and into a broad antechamber. A wide open space approximately twenty meters deep with four more guards and a security desk in front of another entry door.

The appearance of the armored Mandalorian gaining full attention.

Outside while the others plot and plan everything continues to revolve as normal. Speeders hum past overhead, keeping airlanes and landing corridors cleared while the cool afternoon air is stirred by light winds.

Nothing bad here. Nope.

Dailo glanced up at the roof after reaching for the door, and not seeing an immediate option to get there, without a jetpack, Dailo committed to the task at hand, up-nodding the pair of guards outside the door before stepping within the atmosphere-regulated security checkpoint inside.

They were well armed, well trained, too by the looks of it, and she felt the weight of all stares upon her. There was an awkward pause between them all in that moment.. and when Dailo drew her pistols up, clearing leather and firing the guards appeared to do the same, diving away from her shots as crimson bolts rained sparks down over the station.

Dailo rushed in to keep the pressure on them to move away from the desk, AND to feel like they didn't have time to reach for a radio while she was close. Meanwhile, she cursed. Mando'a sounded nasty when all curses were strung together. It was sloppy, but hopefully...it was enough to keep them focused on her while the others moved in.

"Weird being here without Five," Ben mutters to himself, scratching the back of his neck. Uncomfortable without his Emotional Support Droid, apparently. Who's gonna rein him in when he inevitably goes too far? But he can't help but chuckle at this permission to EXPLODE things he's getting from the Colonel, muttering into his comms. <Colonel Pava, you don't have to tell me twice. I would've done that anyway. Apart from the grandkids bit -- I don't plan to make it that long.>

<<"Greystorm, do you need an assist? Let me know.">> Relor takes in a deep breath, readying the modified wrist rocket he's become inordinately fond of. When Sira becomes the second person to enable his explosive tendencies, however, Ben can't help but grin his slightly unhinged grin at her. "In that case? I may as well set the charges now, right? Don't worry about me blowing my load too soon. I know how to control myself." As he prepares to make his way to the weak spots in question, he mutters to himself: "Mostly."

He glances over his shoulder at Sus before he goes, and though he's scowling as he often is at her, his eyes betray a little softness. Just a touch. "Yeah," he says to Sus quietly. "It's normal. Just get behind the Mandos and you'll be fine." Relor even manages to grin again before he heads off. He ain't wrong about that, even if one Mando is going aerial. As for Ben...he takes off like a shot! Runs over to the wall in question as quickly as possible, and sets those charges as quickly as possible, too: a combination of baradium charges and thermal dets with adhesive backing. These are gonna be karking satisfying once they go boom.

"Dailo is such a bad ass..." This is the very, super, casual response from Jessika aboard the Outrider when Dailo starts blasting. She swoops in to scoop up Sira, as indicated. Mandalorian says she can grab on, she accepts that they have mystical powers born of whatever Mandalorian origin. She's not questioning.

Ailee beeps.

"Nuh uh. I would not."

Beeps.

"It's not too late for me to deactivate you...."

Indignant beep.

<"Agent Ralor, you are free to blow stuff up.">

Ignore the droid.

beep.

"You're screwing with my concentration." The Outrider is doing some impressive flying now that stuff isn't so stealthy. Impressive, if still don't look at me, I'm on your side. Imperials are impressionable.

<"Situation hasn't changed. We want that protoype.">

Beep beep

The Outrider lifts up with some supreme flying from the exceptional pilot behind the controls. The YT-2400 lifts from the docking berth and whips around at a exagerated angle to scoop up Sira, landing ramp opened, just long enough, to let her climb aboard. <"remember when we were gonna be quiet? Yeah, we're not doing that anymore. Get to the turrets. We're doing going full on terrorist.">

Always when she was working. Nerys' keen ears picked up the sound of gunfire, but her mission had not changed. It simply moved in a lateral direction, as she proceeded on her course, going low, not a problem as short as she was generally, as she scanned the perimeter for a place to jack in. Bitty's eye flashed as she came up from her maglock, hovering on Nerys' other shoulder. The Greystorm moved towards what looked to be nothing more than a crack in the perimeter wall, <<"Moving to the security insert port. I'll see if I can scramble enough to keep this contained.">>

Dailo starts shooting. Behind his helmet, Wil grins. This is why he's here. He ducks down, pulling his blaster free from its holster with the scrape of metal on leather. It's such a nice sound.

He crouches, letting the ship and the Mandos take point while he lifts his blaster and starts aiming.

Yeah, this is going to be fun.

There's the turn and she starts running, using the lead up to help her gain speed <"Good job, kid. Hopefully we won't have to blow this thing to get home.">. She saw in her minds eyes where she expected Jessica to be, and she doublechecked with a glance over her shoulder. There's the ship, flying low, perfect!

Sira jumped up just as the ship slowed into a turn. For a moment, it was like the ship was perfectly stopped. Hovering right there... Sira tucked her shoulder into it, taking the landing on the armor and grabbing the ramp in a less-than-graceful way. But who cares?

It's nt about grace, it's about not falling!

She scrambles up to her feet and into the YT. <<"Oooo, that was some inventive uses of conjunctions, Wraith Two.">>

Fire from the Mandalorian sets the guards in motion, pistols drawn even as they begin to spread out. Attempting to focus fire while they evade. They're well trained, one of the two whom had been behind the desk slapping a panel as they go.

The alarm klaxon keening like a dying animal.

Outside when Ben begins sprinting for the wall the patrols in view turn, drawing blasters and calling out to demand he halt. The patrol at the corner taking notice as well. The droids for each group beginning to approach with their arms switching to combat mode.

Smooth as rubble.

Dailo is shot at, and though most miss her, she sustains a blast to the chest that's absorbed by the beskar plating, redirecting the bolt with a high pitched ringing noise. It draws a growl from the Fett who shoots the one responsible, tracking him with both pistols and firing shots until finally catching their arm and side, spilling them over from the impact of her blast.

Dailo did not plant herself in one place, she pushed the assault to keep the pressure on the crew but also gain more ground and get further inside the facility.

Winded, pained, Dailo's voice is heard over the comms. <<"I am inside. -- Anything up on security forces?">> Moving to cover, Dailo pauses a bits of the pillar are shot to hell. Memories of her Father's teachings returning, particularly a breathing exercise that brought her focus.

<<"Oh, no, Commander Sira. I sure as shavit hope we DO have to blow this thing to get home.">> You know Lieutenant Relor just wants an excuse to test his itchy detonation finger. And then...he turns around to see a rather large number of forces coming his way, and hurriedly lifts his comm up to his mouth, eyes wide. <<"Uh, little help here?! I got too much company and not enough revnog!">>

Cursing to himself, he manages to grab an ion grenade from his belt and hurl it at the first droid he sees. But Relor just can't help himself; he's trapped and desperate and that makes him yell. Oh heck, everything makes him yell. "SUCK ON ION, BATTLE BOLT!" This from a guy who tends to go out of his way to protect droids. Not when they're trying to kill him!

Nerys kept only a vague bit of attention on what was going on elsewhere, compartmentalizing her awareness as she removed to get into position. if nothing else, the noise and the firefight was a distraction that worked in her favour as she took a knee, retrieving her tools and beginning the work of accessing the panel without doing so much damage that making a sufficient connection to do the work would be compromised. Nothing here to see, just a bunch of droid doot-doot-dooting around. You know how that goes. Numpty was no help, Bitty moreso, but that was a private conversation.

Wil, in his precarious position, takes aim, breathing slowly. He lets things fall away as he grips his blaster firmly, but not so much that it makes his hands shake. "Alright," he says. "Time to start earning that paycheck, Wil."

He squeezes the trigger once, a lancing bolt of red ionized gas launching out to peg one of the guards. As soon as the recoil recovers, and before the guard can react, another shot lances out, punching into his torso and sending him to the ground. "One down, thirty nine to go," he mutters.

<<"Kid, you keep saying these things, and then you ask for help?">> A scoff can be heard on the comm, <<"You have to aim for glory.">> As she gets her feet under her on the gramp, she uses the maglocks to lock her in place and starts charging up and in. A hard right and she's running toward the cockpit with another right hand turn.

<"Vod, I'd recommend keeping your head down a moment. K'oyacyi! KOTE!">> She slides into the co-pilot seat as Sira says to Jessica, <"Pop the rudder for a second, give me a flat-slide?">

She feels Jessica hit the etheric rudder as she pops the repulors for a moment, putting the YT-1300 in a flat slide as Sira flicks the switch to arm the missiles. <"Oya..."> She waits for that moment and then triggers the launch.

And there's the streak of light and smoke.

The missile streaks as the YT pops off to the side and away from the explosion. The Missile streaks right toward one of the groups. Dead on target, it slams into the ground, everything flashing bright and the WHOMP of noise, more feeling than sound, before everything goes quiet. It's just white noise and static.

One of the interior guards is spun when Dailo's shot takes him in the arm, his own blaster shot going wild and the other three trying to keep the heat on the mandalorian. One sliding to a kneeling posture - pistol grip held in both hands as he begins to fire. The other two trying to move out still to flank and get Dailo into a field of interlocking fire.

Then the entire building shakes as a concussion detonation goes off outside of the building. Dust is shaken from every surface within and a long heat-lightning crack begins running rampant across the ceiling, threatening a potential collapse in the antechamber if whatever localized earthquake just happened, happens again.

More guards are coming, though for the moment those on the north and south sides of the building have put their heads down in the wake of the outright devastation wrought outside. The impact crater left by the Outrider's attack is deep - damaged pipes are spewing water into the air or kicking up a localized wind storm as invisible gas is vomited out.

Alarms are going off in the distance now as well. Now that all hell is breaking loose.

Double heavy cannons from the notorious Outrider rains dust, debris, and terror down upon the guards inside. Dailo had chosen that moment, you know, the one right before Sira had warned her, and was in the open when everything began to shake. Forced to be rooted in place amidst the chaos, Dailo rocked from sustaining two more blasts to beskar, each ringing loudly enough that her ears continued its tone.

She /forced/ herself through the painful trauma and jogged away from the guards, holstering her pistols and moving for the door nearby. She knew she couldn't be stuck in place fighting the guards, they had a mission and that's what she intended to do.

Still acutely aware of the 'optics' of having the next device she drew out, she placed the lens emitter against the door and activated a lightsaber. Appearing more a torch than a lightsaber because the blade was buried deep within the 'meat' of the door, Dailo created a trail of molten metal to part it just enough to get through.

She stepped back, deactivating the weapon, the 1.4 meter blade retreating in a protesting hiss before she sprang forward and tumbled through the opening of the molten opening she created.

Upon the other side, Dailo rolled back to her feet, embers cast off from her cape where it caught the molten edges and burned its frayed endings; she looked like she'd just rolled through fire. A cursory glance to see where to go next.. and she was off. <<"I am still alive.">> She confirmed. <<"Looking for the objective now.">>

Ben barks defensively into comms: <<"Hey, I can only do so many things at once! Glory is my middle name!">> He says THAT before there's a big explosion he DIDN'T cause, blast it all. Literally. Now that he's not actively getting shot at, he snarls as he looks over his shoulder at the charges he just shot. "Kark it. I'm going for it. Why the kark not at this point, right?"

The young operative makes a beeline for it, getting clear of the charges he placed. "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" His thumb mashes the remote detonator, and even more stuff blows up. But those walls were thick -- he only made a whole about 2 meters wide in 'em. It's at least big enough to get through if they need that alternate escape route, just as he'd planned.

Sometimes it's nice to have a bit of a perch. The view as the missile detonates is incredible, the albino captain barking a laugh. "Oh wow, that was amazing," he says to himself. He turns his head to yell into the ship. "Do it again! That worked great!"

He turns back, squeezing the trigger twice on his blaster again, shooting one of the prone guards in the back. He stops moving.

Wil only feels a little bad.

"I really need a rifle," he mutters.

Don't mind Nerys, she's just working. Nothing to see here. The security panel slide back, revealing that there actually was an interface built into the wall. It was the work of only a few seconds to determine how to make the connection. Far more years than showed on her face had a way of helping with that. She settled in, tapping out commands to route her way through the security systems to find the one she wanted. She was spoiled for choice, but the tone set by the rush in and shoot everything strategy made the one to settle on easy enough. <<"Security around the prototype has been disabled. I will see if ai can send a map to the objective.">>

<<"Copy Wraith Two. We're keeping them honest out here.">> Jessica had to start working on their escape vectors and it wasn't Cin'cirad's strong suit. Leaving Jess to that work, the Mandalorian took the controls for a moment. She's calling back over her shoulder, <"Yeah, I'm not liking those cracks. Maybe once their back outside."> The comment directed toward Wil with a sort of chuckle in her voice. Huh... she probably just stole someones kill with that missile, guess she can chalk up another for her callsign.

<"Hold on, I'm going to buzz the group to the north real fast."> Hitting the etheric rudder, tossing the YT in a sharp bank, she dives the ship down toward the ground. The sort of dive that says she's gonna need to owe someone a lot of money to buff out that scratch.

At the last moment she jerks the flight controls back and levels it out to guide the ship right over the group of Northern reinforcements. Just enough to hopefully delay them a little longer. <<"Glory is your middle name, kid?">> And she pulls back on the controls to loop the transport back around, <<"Because from here it looks like your last name, or maybe your grandpa's.">>

Sus is still leaning out with her blaster she's trying to take proper aim. Firing off 3 shots off two of them completely missing but she let's out a loud whoot as the one shot hits it's mark!

Through the glowing cut in the door just as part of the wall explodes inwards - showering duracrete and rebar across the room, bouncing off of shields protecting what looks a pod racer modified for spaceflight. The engines the control pod is lashed to obnoxiously large. As if someone had injected rancor hormones into an A-Wings engines.

Dust falling all around Dailo there are technical crew running for cover and trying not to expose themselves... and then the ray shields containing the craft drop - exposing it to access. There's a launch hatch in the roof above, closed at the moment.

Outside, another quartet bursts around the southern corner, trying to keep to topiary for some cover when they see the results of the commando team. No longer bothering to call for surrender - trying to find where to shoot while the two uninjured of the original eight try to put down Ben.

On the north side, heads are in fact put down. The ship ripping past actually knocking several over and forcing them to roll along the ground in the freighter's jetwash.

Dailo hooks the lightsaber back to her belt and stride/stumbles across the rocking ground toward the objective, observing the shields go down as if right on time. Nerys needed to be in special operations, Dailo thought. <<"All callsigns, be advised.. I have objective in sight. --Jetpack--(Nerys' callsign), there is a roof launch hatch I need opened in order to leave with the ship. Can you open it, please?">>

Dailo climbs onto the cab with ease, her height making it a simple matter. A seasoned tap to the canopy and it opened, then down she sat. It took exactly one moment for her visor to map out the controls of the ship and begin labeling everything in Mando'a for her to read. Hands moved, engines fired up and jets narrowing. Repulsors came online and the prototype began to hover, casting out waves of dust and debris from the heatwaves. Shields came online a second later, and Dailo's helm antennae lowered slowly over one side of her visor. She just needed to wait for the hatch to open, and they could get away...

Baiting Ben Relor the way Sira is baiting him might be a good way to get him killed, because he gets reckless when he's trying to prove himself. <<"Don't talk to me about my last name,">> he growls into comms. <<"It's my least favorite thing about me.">>

Shit, though. There's still patrol guards coming at him, and they catch him off guard. As he raises his modified wrist cannon to try and blast them while yelling something incendiary, they get him first -- two painful blaster shots to the left arm. He winces and grits his teeth, like he's daring himself not to make a fuss about it, and then turns to slip out through the hole he just made in the wall, making his way towards the ship with one hand solidly clasped onto the broken, sizzling pieces of jacket on that injured arm of his. "I'm karking useless, that's what I am," he mutters to himself. Not like anyone can hear him, unless he accidentally left comms on. Raising the comms up again he says: <<"I'm heading your way, Commander Fett.">>

<<"Of course, Commander.">>, came the reply, as cool as if she were taking an order at the most unfortunate diner in the galaxy. Luckily, though, Nerys was still at the panel, trying to clear the way for the ship's imminent departure, when the call came. Jetpack...that old name she never quite managed to get rid of, even if she no longer rode around on a bounty hunter's back. Ah, the good old days. So when the call came from Dailo, she simply got to work. As the mandalorian got to the ship, the ship opened for her, as if it had been expecting her, and Nerys nodded. <<Think we should join the fight?">> Mostly likely, if only to allow exfiltration

The ship swoops low, buzzing guards, and Wil is thankfully maglocked to the ramp so he doesn't fall off. It's honestly been a great perch. One that would be better used by him if he, you know, had a rifle instead of a pistol. He pulls the trigger, pelting one guard in center mass, sending him falling. His aim shifts, and he wings another in the shoulder.

"My aim's pretty good today. ... What's going to go wrong for me now?"

The rum will be gone, most likely.

<<"I'm coming in hot, this should give you a nice chance to shoot at some them.">> The last part of the comment is directed at Wil. She's already popping the ship into another hard turn, banking it back around to fly toward their entrance into the building. She kept clear from the roof, lest Dailo come out of it as she pops the repulsors back on. <"Ever seen what happens when you swap between engines and repulsors when flying over people?"> She calls that back over her shoulder again toward the ramp.

As she says this, she pops the engines then just as quick onto the repulsors once more, the effect causes a massive downwash toward the people under the Outrider. People literally get thrown fifteen feet to the side from the blast of the engines as she does it a couple more times. Then leaving it on the repulsor she sets the ship into a hover, slowly letting it turn, the ship between Nerys and the guards to help provide her some cover.

When Ben drew near, he would likely come to realize the seat space within the prototype was not intended for two. Dailo was not a short woman, and realizing they would have to travel this way for a few hours in hyperspace, well.. her annoyed voice cut over the emitting helmet, <"Kad Ha'rangir haar'chak!"> Mando'a for 'GOD(s) DAMN IT!'.

<"Get in, Lieutenant. We ARE leaving.."> Dailo patted her lap as it was the only place he could sit.

She pulled the lever locking the canopy in place, and had to reach around his waist with both arms and take the flight yoke. She pulled it /BACK/. <"This will not feel good.."> She cooed, the sound of her boots adjusting the rudders as they angled, repulsors fanning out and blowing out hot air, melting items near the vessel.

Reaching over to engage the nav computer first, then the thruster control, Dailo acted like she was going to count down their launch. <"On my mark."> A beat.

<"MARK!"> She pushed the throttle to max and everything in the lab and hangar was sent flying in every direction. Sira likely saw them hit super sonic speeds two seconds after emerging from the hangar opening. Dailo is planted firmly against her seat, and every alarm the ship has is alerting them to intertial dampeners threatening to fail. The only thing the crazy pilot did in response was,

<"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!">

They were in the sky, cutting through the clouds, moisture appeared on the canopy for two seconds, then it evaporated as they shot through the exit of atmosphere and into space where the canopy frosted. <"Uhgnn.. this thing really /MOVES/!">

Breathing heavily, Dailo continued away from the planet awaiting the nav computer to lock in their coordinates. <<"All callsigns.. we have the package. Scatter. I say again; scatter.">>

As soon as Relor sees the situation, his face turns red. Surely out of frustration rather than any kind of embarrassment...

He lets out a deep, deep sigh. "Kark. I karked it up again, didn't I?" But there's no time for that. Gingerly, he settles his skinny self into her lap (she can be thankful for that, at least, although he's bony as hell and might cut her with those hipbones), sitting kinda sideways on her so he can see ahead and look behind.

And once she takes off..."AAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH!" Yeah, he wasn't expecting that. He holds onto her knees for tear life. Might make marks there had she not been wearing armor.

Once they're up in the stars, his blue eyes swivel to her face, somewhere between hard and ashamed. "I was useless. I'm just in the way. You should probably punish me for this."

Since Nerys had never had to disengage from the droids she brought with her, she was able to avoid trying to wrangle her passengers back into position. Numpty hunkered down on her shoulder, Bitty maglocking herself back onto the backpack, as Nerys stepped up onto the boarding ramp of the ship. Just a step up, yeah? Like climbing a leader. But there was still work to be done. But the work was not done, and she drew her pistol, providing covering fire for as long as the ramp was down, and the ship was in range. After that, there was nothing left but to walk back into the ship before it cycled up for departure.

Dailo's message comes across the coms, and the albino captain grins under his helmet. He takes aim at the scattering of guards below as the experimental ship rockets out of the building.

"Kriff it."

He lowers his weapon, holstering it again and clambering all the way back into the ship. No more need. They got what they came for. It's time to go home.

<<"Sira, copy.">> She says it a bit flat, the consummate professional. The sort of thing you might hear while taking a trip across the stars aboard a starliner. Then a flip over to the intercom as her other hand flicks a few other switches. Her voice coming faster.

<<"We would like to welcome you aboard the Outrider today. It looks like it's been a bit of a fire storm outside, but thankfully this ship is reinforced with a heavy shielding on the exterior to keep you safe on the inside.">> Flick-tick, <<"We would like to remind everyone today that you should have your seatbelt fastened at all times whenever the seatbelt light is on.">> Flip-flip, the ramp is pulling up, <<"What? Oh. Uh, I hear we don't have a seatbelt light. Well, hold on losers, we're gonna gun it.">>

Flip.

With a jerk, Sira stands the YT on it's engines and engages them in the next half of a breath. The Engines kick on hard enough that those on the ramp, not using magnetic boots, probably find themselves flung into walls as the internal compensators fail to fully keep up. The next moment there's the sound almost like some animal calling out for mercy as the engines rev up higher. The Outrider careening its way up to the other ship. A waggle of the controls, before rolling and its speed leveling out. Making sure to put the turrets in a position to shoot at any ships that might be following and guard their prize...

Er... If they finally are no longer glued to the wall and can move again.