Expect the Unexpected | The Rebellion's Rebellion of TSE Held Rimcee Hex

[Cale Gunderson]

The Cormorant
Allies: [member="Zek Koth"], [member="Atlas Viridian"], [member="Kira Vaal"], [member="Kirie Ito"]
Enemies: [member="SL2222"], [member="Koda Fett"] eventually. Also rival cases of alcoholism ([member="Morgan Vance"], [member="Dante Sotari"])
Objective: Drink deep and be violent

Well, this was going poorly.

Before he could respond to the trooper, chaos had already begun. Cale was standing aboard a vessel from which all this chaos stemmed, and a Sith Legionnaire was no more than a few feet in front of him. He had to act, quickly, or he was going to be dead. Then he really would be useless. He shot forwards, firing a kick into the back of the soldier's leg forcing him to drop. In a flash his arm wrapped around the soldier's head and twisted. A wet crack would hopefully ring out, and the soldier went limp. Unless he didn't, and that would be bad.

It was almost funny how quickly Cale resorted to killing, some Jedi he'd been.

Mind running at a million lightyears per hour, Cale opened up the compartment containing the blaster and booze by simply slamming his fist into it. Mumbling profanity to himself, he slid the blaster into his waistband momentarily and uncapped the Corellian. Just needed to keep his nerves cool, opening it as quickly as a person with one arm could, he took a swig, closed it, and slid it back into its hiding place.

No doubt he'd have more company than he could handle soon, so he readied the blaster and made his way to a less conspicuous exit. The group could reclaim the freighter on the way out, or something more Imperial. He didn't care, all he knew was it was not in his best interest or theirs for him to stay where he had been. Slipping out of the craft, Gunderson for a moment thought he might've been home free.

Then he saw the Mandalorian.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Old Imperial Stationhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Rimcee_Station​

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Beta Sector en route to Gamma​

Allies: [member="Dante Sotari"] | [member="SL2222"] | [member="Morgan Vance"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"]​

Enemies: [member="Zek Koth"] | [member="Atlas Viridian"] | [member="Kirie Ito"] | [member="Kira Vaal"]​

Current Objective: Reach the Hangar​

Gear: Armor​

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Alvarex and his squad could hear the comm chatter and made haste for Gamma Sector. Boots against the duracrete as the five man, Epicanthix squad hustled through the Old Imperial Station. Blaster rifles at the ready as they drummed through blast door after blast door, "Zambrano to Security, we're en route to reinforce Gamma." The message would be relayed that the Blackblades would serve as reinforcements until security managed to get a larger team going. At least the day wouldn't end without a story to tell, "get me a rundown on the situation." He called out, still the words he spoke were garbled to those beyond the Blackblades.

Security gave him the situation, incident in Hangar followed by blaster fire exchanged in Gamma Sector.

The squad managed to arrive just beyond the Beta-Gamma threshold and moved for intercept course. "Weapons ready, stay alert." He told the men who looked about ready to knock anyone out at a moments notice. Each one stood at least eight feet tall, the sound of their boots could be heard before their arrival. "Switch to thermal, engage combat scanner. IFF online."

They'd be able to see through the smoke and identify friend or foe, HUD readouts told him that they weren't too far away now. "Let's get a lockdown on the rest of the station and isolate this to just the Gamma Sector." Words were sent back to Security as they tried to get an automated shut down sequence to keep the intruders from going anywhere else in the station.

 

[Zek Koth]

Well, someone had to do something drastic or this was going to go south fast.

Thanks to Mr. Shoot-it-Out, the whole station seemed to suddenly be on alert. The hangar ws on lock doen and there were soldiers converging. Well, not soldiers, per se. They looked like militia imbeciles with a stupid credt visible and whatnot. Didn't really matter much to him. He still had a job to do, and getting himself exposed to potentially getting shot was just part of the way things went as far as he was concerned.

He ducked out and behind one of the crate's that the soldiers had drug off. Far to thorough for a small anomaly. Normally they would just send in a small scanner team, not a squad of soldiers to pull everything out. Overkill. Anyway, he pulled a couple thermals and sent them skittering through the hangar with the Force to control them. He had specific targets in mind, basically the tractor beam emitters. Had to give them an avenue of escape if they needed it.

Once they were in position, he armed the detonators to make them go boom.

"Fire in the hole. Should at least keep them from dragging us back in. Lots of people coming this way, though, Lead. Gonna have to employ my saber."

Thank goodness for good comms.

[member="Atlas Viridian"] [member="Kirie Ito"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Cale Gunderson"] [member="SL2222"] [member="Dante Sotari"] [member="Morgan Vance"] [member="Crimson Skull Cartel"]

 

[Koda Fett]

LOCATION: Old Imperial Station - Hangar
ALLIES: The Sith Empire
ADVERSARY: The Rebel Alliance - [member="Cale Gunderson"]

As Cale began to slip out of a smaller compartment on the Freighter, a more discreet one, Fett's eyes were fixated upon him. It was most definitely a strange thing to witness. As if the vessel had given birth to a one-armed man, and even then it was odd to see a one-armed man willingly join a battlefield. A prosthetic was an easy fix, but maybe this man didn't have the funds Fett did.

By the time that the Smuggler had cast his gaze to stare up to the Mandalorian, he had already pointed his Carbine in his direction. A volley of shots were fired, but that was it from his combative yet non-tense stance. It was strange how with time you became so familiar with killing someone that it was hardly an issue.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Rimcee Science Station - Observation deck
Allies: [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] [member="Leliana"] [member="Jairus Starvald"] [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"]
Enemies: No one yet besides distance [member="Zek Koth"] [member="Cale Gunderson"] [member="Atlas Viridian"] [member="Kira Vaal"]

Equipment: Lightsaber Glasses

She gave the knight a thin smile in return as she began outlining the test she wanted to accomplish today. Even as she was speaking, Taeli sensed a little something coming from the other station in the area. Curious, but not alarming yet. Perhaps the source of the conflict she was feeling was drunken disorder from the Devaronian's crew. If she remembered right, his last supply run had resulted in a cantina brawl in the station's lower levels. Thank the Force his shipments were offloaded on that station and then what was needed was brought over here.

"It would depend on where they attack first," she replied, turning her attention back to Joycelyn. "They can eat through hulls well enough on their own, but the more there are, the faster they can take it down. If you want a hard number, one if they hit the bridge, and probably five or six in a normal combat situation. And that's just the Menancers. The Marauders could easily make short work of a ship that size with some of their offspring. I leave it to you to see."

Yes, her attention in the Force kept getting distracted by what she was feeling on the other station. It had spiked, almost like... and then the alerts started coming through. Hostiles in the other station's hangar bay. Wonderful.

 

[Leliana]

Location: Rimcee Science Station - Heading to the Hangar
Allies: [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"] | [member="Jairus Starvald"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Djorn Bline"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | TSE
Enemies: Whomever, or whatever is causing the alert

At this point Leliana didn't care for Vain's attitude, something was going down and that had the Assassin's full attention. She watched, looking between her and Jairus as they went back and forth. The former mostly speaking with her double through the communicator.

Honestly, she couldn't imagine how Jain dealt her. Although if she thought on it, it made sense given their opposite personalities.

Two sides of a coin.

She said nothing of Jairus suggestions of 'we', s Leliana had already been intending on joining them. The assassin glanced over at Djorn, assuming the Inquisitor was going to similarly follow.

With the Doctor and Sith Lord ahead, Leliana pulled out her own communicator.

"S-9?" She waited until she got an affirmative beep, the Seeker Droid waking up from its idle state. "Get the ship ready to launch, I want us up the moment everyone is onboard."

After that, Leliana picked up her pace and stepped into the elevator. She glanced at Vain for a moment, before looking away. The small doctor was worried, that much was clear to her. She was usually snippy, but the further this situation drew on, the worse it got.

Once the elevator had finally stopped, Leliana was the first out of the door cutting off the others.

"We'll use my ship, it can get to the station qu-" She was cut off by the erratic beeping of her communicator. The assassin quickly grabbed it "What is it?" A pause, and her eyes immediately drifted over to the others, a deep frown visible. "We need to hurry, the station's alarms have gone off."

The situation had just escalated.

 

[Darth Athora]

Objective: Get To The Station
Location: Hangar - Rimcee Science Station
Allies: The Sith Empire
Enemies: Those who interrupted Zahori's lunch time

Zahori's comm unit began to beep, alerting her. She pulled the device from her pocket and pressed a button on it's side. "What is it, captain?"

"Admiral Denko. We have a situation here on Rimcee Station that requires your attention."

"I'll be there soon. Major, we will speak again another time."

"Yes, Admiral."

Zahori wiped her face off with a napkin and made her way to the hangar bay. Her personal fighter, Malicious One, awaited her. She walked up to it and grazed her hand along the impervium hull. The canopy opened and she made her way into the pilot's seat. With the press of a button on the dashboard, the canopy came down and the interior of the ship lit up like a Sithmas tree. Zahori tuned to Imperial channels for her comm unit. "This is Admiral Zahori Denko. On my way to the Rimcee Station." The starfighter rose from the hangar ground and left the station to make her way to the other station.

 

[Irajah Ven]

Rimcee Science Station -> Enroute to Old Imperial Station
Allies: Caf, TSE [member="Jairus Starvald"] [member="Djorn Bline"] [member="Leliana"]
Enemies: Well Chit, the ruckus on the other station

Vain stood in the lift beside Jairus, foot tap tap tapping with impatience. The masked doctor didn't give one fig if anyone else came or not (though she could see the wisdom and merit of it), but she just wanted them to go and go now.

Now.

Now.

NOW.

Excellent. Vain shuffled back as Djorn and Leilana joined them, wanting to keep the buffer of personal space in tact. Her foot started tapping again. Couldn't the lift go any faster? She had never before noticed that the lifts here were so slow, she would have to bring it up. The fact that the lifts were not at all moving at an unreasonable speed was irrelevant.

"Of course we do," Vain snapped at the Assassin's comment about needing to hurry. The lift opened and Vain hustled out, not even caring who she elbowed in the process.

"Which ship, that one?" Gloved hand pointing as the figure was already heading toward it.

Like a tiny, angry vole.

 

[Iasha Rha]

Location: Old Imperial Station, Hangar 3.
Allies: [member="Dante Sotari"] [member="Morgan Vance"] [member="Alvarex Zambrano"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Vanessa Vantai"] TSE
Enemies: Smuggled goods: [member="Cale Gunderson"] [member="Zek Koth"] [member="Atlas Viridian"] [member="Kira Vaal"]

Smoke was everywhere, it made it difficult to see. There shipping containers made angles for cover and the space was wide enough that he couldn't cover all angles at once. His position was not optimal. Then again, how many could there be in here? The whole situation was odd; Unscheduled shipping to a military outpost in Rimcee? Okay, they had some of those, but not from strangers. Everyone knew someone who knew someone who knew the Devoranian.

A pair of footsteps on his right. Kir turned, finger slipping onto the trigger. He stared down the barrel of the gun and shifted to the side. The first shot went just over his shoulder, the second hit him in the breastplate, just under where his hand was. It was a good shot, but the legionnaire armour was highly resistant, and while he felt a distinct punch and the dull ache of a future bruise, he knew he was unharmed.

He decided to return fire to the man who had jumped out and shot at him: Not blaster bolts, but a burst of slugs fired in rapid succession from his Carbide configured SIF-141. It was shatter-gun tech, very fast and effective.

Kir then reached up to his helmet and pushed one of the discreet buttons twice. He changed the settings of his HUD to give him a thermal overlay to his vision, it cleared up his surroundings a lot.

"Whoa what-" "Grenades!"

Kir practically skipped over the grenades, not wanting to step on them and set them off. He was brave, but he was not that brave. That kind of brave didn't accomplish all too much either.

Once the grenades skittered past him, he plucked a pair of grenades from his own harness - Careful of his surroundings he used sonic detonators, a less lethal option, unless you were Bith or Sullustian - and he tossed them in the general direction of where the thermal detonators had come from. Stepping back and away, he turned his weapon to the general direction of where the shots had came from previously, trying to keep ground covered.

Backup would be on its way, he just had to hold out, keep them pinned down.

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Meanwhile, in the cockpit, Sergeant Ruuk never saw what was coming.

He was entirely focused on the explosions, the shots. He could see something shifting in the smoke, but it was difficult to tell exactly where. He did not want to shoot one of his own men. Suddenly, his knee went out under him. As it slammed into the floor, he tried to get back up and lash out at his assailant, but he found arms wrapped around his head. He resisted, but Cale had gotten too good a grip on him and- SNAP

The Sergeant's body went limb, eyes glazing over as he tumbled forward.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Rimcee Science Station
Bio-Lab Wing
Allies: TSE [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"] [member="Djorn Bline"] [member="Leliana"]
Enemies: None for now except the little ball of hatred that is the Bad Doctor.

Jairus watched the smol vole stomp off towards Leliana's ship.

He leaned in a bit and whispered to Djorn and Leliana. "Aww, look... they care." The grin he had there was absolutely shet-eating and then some. It was amusing, after all, that this black hole of a person seemed to be so concerned for the fate of another. Specifically because of their way of handling themselves and the way they treated those around them. Who knew what their gender was- though Jai suspected.

Before Vain could storm into the cockpit and take off without them Jairus followed suit.

Flopping into the co-pilot seat. As expected the seat was too small for him, but that was something that Jairus was getting used to. He slowly stretched, the seat arms being pushed outwards and giving him more room to maneuver.

Suddenly Jai realized what he was doing.

A glance over to Leliana. "You don't mind, do you?" ...mind having her ship vandalized by a Sith Lord, while the acerbic Doctor was grumbling under their beak while engaging the controls and sending them off to fly.

 

[Progflaw99]

Aboard Rimcee Station, An old Imperial Station | Hangar Bay​

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The smoke had already begun to dissipate, a fact Atlas noted as he peeked around the container for but a moment. Quickly ducking back behind the relative safety of the durasteel he checked his blaster and tried to come up with a plan. Already he could hear the sounds of alarm, lights coming to life along the outside edge of the hangar - and then there were the explosions. In a matter of a few minutes things had gone from routine to a warzone - a warzone they were ill equipped to do battle in for any extended period of time. They were outgunned, that was for certain. Nervously he began to tally what they were up against, the destroyer outside, fighter complements, soldiers garrisoned both here and on the new station the intel had failed to identify. Things were piling up fast and if Atlas didn't pull the plug soon they were likely to be overcome.

Taking a breath before he lunged out from behind the crate, Atlas brought his blaster pistol to bear on a new angle. There had been others in the hangar when the shooting started and if he'd picked up correctly, they'd sought cover quickly. Little more than a flicker to the untrained eye, Atlas' peripherals picked up movement to his right. It was that direction which he rolled out from behind the container, blaster flashing as he sent bolts towards the spot he'd last seen movement. *Another Legionnaire?*

Squeezing off several more shots in that direction, Atlas dropped low and slid in behind another container. The problem now was that he was off the Cormorant, to get back aboard he'd have to cross an open area and given the current situation that would be tantamount to suicide. With a grunt Atlas brought himself to his feet. What had they accomplished here? *Very little.* he thought to himself. Even as the thought crossed his mind he struck it back down - no, they hadn't accomplished much yet. Furrowing his brow, Atlas set his eyes on towards another angle. This wasn't a military station, or at least not by appearances despite the military presence. Slowly a plan began to form in the rebel's mind. Maybe they could still do something that would find their efforts not in vain.

Once again dodging between some of the smaller, unloaded crates, Atlas began making way towards a bulkhead. As the unloaded cargo began to thin out he was having to make longer and longer bounds, slowly transitioning from crates and containers to miscellaneous equipment and debris occupying the hangar. *No one accused pirates of being clean.* Atlas mused as he ducked behind a pile of what appeared to be random starship components. Firing off a shot or two at a time as he bound from one cover to the next he realized his short journey was almost over, the bulkhead looming just ahead. Taking a moment's respite, Atlas scanned the wall for any sort of input panel. He had no false assumptions that he'd miraculously be able to find station schematics or gain total control of the station's systems from a simple maintenance panel in a hangar, but it would serve his purpose.

A sigh of near exasperation escaped his lips as he finally sighted one. Out in the open. *Of course it is. Of course.* Atlas shook his head. He wasn't even getting paid for this - granted, that wasn't why he did what he did but still, a few extra incentives could go a long...

"Kark it." he muttered.​

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With a grunt and a rapid discharge of laser blasts over his shoulder, the man surged forward towards the panel. He only needed a few moments, hopefully his covering fire and the confusion of the unfolding events would give him that valuable time.

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[member="Kira Vaal"] | [member="Cale Gunderson"] | [member="Zek Koth"] | @The Rebellion
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Directly Engaging: [member="Dante Sotari"] | [member="Morgan Vance"]​

[member="Vanessa Vantai"] | [member="SL2222"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"] | @The Sith Empire​

 

[Progflaw99]

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[Dante Sotari]

Location: Old Imperial Station, Hangar 3
Allies: TSE- [member="Morgan Vance"] [member="SL2222"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Alvarex Zambrano"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Vanessa Vantai"]
Enemies: Rebels [member="Atlas Viridian"] [member="Cale Gunderson"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Zek Koth"]

~Okay yes fine you're very smart now shut up.~ Came Dante's voice over the internal comm.

The smoke (starting to dissipate now), blaster fire, the sudden spike of stress- her headache went from a dull ache to an insistent throbbing. She normally didn't go this long without a serious drink (or three) and the effects were starting to karking wear. She was distracted and barely recognized it as she swept the left on his mark, the pair separating and bringing blasters to bear.

Gloved thumb flicked the rifle to the stun setting. Whoever these people were, whatever they were doing here in the middle of nowhere, top brass would want to know. She shifted around the perimeter of the room, pausing next to some of the control machinery that kept the hangar functioning, but not really paying attention to it.

Stray cover fire by one of them (Atlas), dodging around crates and shipping containers, caught her attention. Sighting down the rifle she took aim at the man's back as he turned to focus on the hangar's control panel. Something tinked against her boot just as her finger depressed the trigger. Absently she kicked it away, not thinking.

It was the only reason Dante survived the blast of the thermal detonator. Even with the Legionnaire armor she was wearing, that would have been the last of the surly, alcoholic lieutenant. But instead of going off at her feet, it exploded with enough distance to not shred armor and woman inside of it completely to a paste on the wall.

BOOM

Dante had no idea what happened. One moment she was taking aim at an infiltrator (had the shot even gone off? She had no idea), and the next minute she was in the hallway outside of the hangar. The explosion had ripped open a section of the inner bulkhead, and she had only come to a stop when she hit the next wall.

Dazed, in shock and confused, Dante tried to get up, but her body seemed too distant, unwilling to answer her commands. She couldn't move, couldn't talk. Couldn't hear anything other than an agonizing ringing in her ears. Even pain seemed distant.

Her right hand finally moved, and she started patting at her helmet, trying to open the faceplate- she couldn't think, she couldn't breath.

Over the comm in Morgan's ear came a bark of laughter that bordered on the hysterical. ~Hoo that was close.~

From the outside, it was much worse. The explosion had shredded the lower right portion of her armor- her leg? Gone. She just didn't realize it yet.

 

[Kenth Typho]

Old Imperial Station
Gamma Sector
Allies: TSE, [member="Dante Sotari"] [member="Khonsu Amon"] [member="Alvarex Zambrano"] [member="SL2222"] [member="Crimson Skull Cartel"]
Rebels: [member="Cale Gunderson"] [member="Atlas Viridian"] [member="Kira Vaal"] [member="Zek Koth"]

In the heat of battle (even something as contained as this) there was always chaos and with chaos came emotion.

The trouble of being as attached as Morgan was to one of his squad members... was that discipline took a backseat. Once the alarm had been triggered, he should have gone right back into formation and handled the rebel threat. That was the status quo, that was... how it was done, but as the explosions went off and Morgan saw Dante fly as a ragged doll through the air?

Discipline could be damned.

Kir was forgotten, as were his men, he had more important things to do.

~Stay put, Dan, coming for ya.~ Something glanced off his armored shoulder- it hurt, blaster bolt? Maybe. Internal systems took care of the pain, but it didn't seem to have penetrated his armor. Just a bruise then. Good. She needed him.

~I'm fine, just kinda woozy.~

~Am sure, you are.~ Once Morgan skidded to a halt next to her his expression twisted into a pained grimace. Oh no. ~Oh yeah, you are good, fine.~ His hand touched her arm that was trying to claw the visor plate open. Trying to break through her mania. ~I gotchu, Dan, hangar is secure~ It was most definitely not secure, but they could go to hell as far as Morgan was concerned.

Internally something tugged at him to go back in there.

Duty, but... her voice in his ear, panicked, hysterical, brought him back. No, this was more important.

Leg blown off, blood gushing, that would be the first thing he needed to sort out. He got out the med pack from his gear set. If there was one thing that they didn't have a shortage of... it was this. Thyferra had made sure of that. ~Don't worry, just stabilizing you, got knocked around pretty hard there.~

The murmur continued to trickle into her ear, trying to keep her at ease, trying to keep her from seeing what had happened.

~Gotchu... gotchu, almost good, yeah. It's okay, I will get us some whiskey once we are done here, promise, yeah.~

Nothing else mattered in that moment.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Location: Imperial Rimcee Science Station
Allies: [member="Leliana"] | [member="Jairus Starvald"] | @Dr. Vain Jar’He
Enemies: They’re all in the other station
Objective: Move

Alarms were blaring out and personnel was moving about as protocol demanded. The Rimcee Science Station was secured and didn’t have any intruders aboard; however, the same couldn’t be said for the other Imperial Station as there was commotion going on which was caused by hostiles. Rebels no doubt. It was...bravely unorthodox of them to try to take a fight in space. Considering the home field advantage the SIth Empire had against these insurgents.

Djorn and the rest of his...diverse squad moved out to one of the hangars of the station which contained Leliana’s ship. A Saaraisash Agent, an Assassin, a Sith Lord, and a rather annoying, rude doctor. It was an interesting composed team that the blonde never worked with, but having two Force Users on his side was always a benefit.

It was a sight to see Vain caring about someone, but that was just a person. She probably didn’t gave a damn about the rest. Something that the Sith Lord noticed too and commented to Djorn and Leliana. The Inquisitor could only grunt in amusement of this.

He boarded the Assassin’s ship and sat himself down that was away from Doctor Vain. The Sith Lord and Assassin were at the cockpit which was fine as he was never a fan of flying. As he made himself comfortable the agent began to look over his equipment, seeing everything was operating fine and not missing anything.

 

[Leliana]

Location: Rimcee Science Station Hangar - Onboard Phasma-class Infiltrator
Allies: [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"] | [member="Jairus Starvald"] | [member="Djorn Bline"] | TSE
Enemies: Whomever, or whatever is causing the alert

"Yes, that on-" Leliana didn't even get to finish her sentence. The moment she had said 'ye', Vain had already picked up her pace and hurried onwards. No one had even made a move to a specific ship when Vain had pointed her finger, it just so happened to be the right one. Although that wasn't too terribly difficult, given the Infiltrator did stick out amongst the regular shuttles.

Thankfully, the ramp was down by the time they had reached it, saving them from more of Vain's ire. Leliana could imagine the small doctor would've been tapping her foot, or outright slamming the hull for it to open.

But S-9 had done its job well, ensuring the ship was ready to go once everyone was onboard.

What Leliana wasn't anticipating, was for Vain to outright take up the captain's seat and prep it to fly. Did she even know how to fly a ship? Let alone one like this? Before she knew it, Jairus had too slid past and taken up a spot in the co-pilot seat.

She returned his glance with an offended expression. Though it was clearly aimed at Vain, as the assassin looked over at her. She'd much prefer the Sith Lord to be flying, generally assuming he'd knew how to more than the doctor. But the expression quickly faded as she closed her eyes and sighed slightly.

"Do you even know how to fly a ship?" The answer she got in return wasn't greatly convincing, so she fixed Jairus a look - silently asking him to make sure they didn't crash.

"Fine, but don't cr-" Leliana was knocked to the side as Vain not too smoothly at all, got the ship up and out of the hangar. The assassin cursed quietly, managing to get herself to one of the cockpit's additional seats.

 

[Irajah Ven]

Rimcee Science Station -> Enroute to Old Imperial Station
Allies: Caf, TSE [member="Jairus Starvald"] [member="Djorn Bline"] [member="Leliana"]
Enemies: Well Chit, the ruckus on the other station

None of them had ever seen the doctor move so quickly- decisively yes, Vain was not prone to hesitation. But she tended not to rush. And while she was pushy in her lab, outside of the lab she tended to be less....

Whatever this was.

Positively commandeering.

There were few people who Vain considered a personal loyalty to. And of those, only one of them also held an emotional loyalty as well.

With her clone and counterpart on the line, Vain was in no mood to wait. Let alone ask such a silly little thing as permission. She treated the Assassin's ship as if she had every right to it. And when no one told her otherwise, all that did was cement the fact that she did indeed.

"I have never tried, but that doesn't mean I can't," came the response.

She could read genetic codes the way some people read the holonews. She could do complicated surgeries without breaking a sweat. She could create life from nothing more than a single cell!

How hard then, could piloting be? Something half the mooks in the galaxy did daily?

Child's play, surely.

Without any particular warning to buckle up or grab hold of something, Vain guided the ship out of the hangar. If by guided we mean forced it with a head splitting shriek of metal against metal as she took it far too close to the side of the hangar and scraped off a wide swath of paint from the outside anyway.

It felt for a moment more like the ship dropped out of the hangar before the engines got their act together and surged forward and up.

Beneath the gloves, Vain's knuckles were white. Not in fear (though something she'd forgotten to engage on the command console was causing some sort of clunking noise that probably meant bad things for the ship), but in worry.

This is what happens being an Ewok Scout, Jain- Vain scowled to herself beneath the mask.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Old Imperial Station

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[member="SL2222"] | [member="Khonsu Amon"]
[member="Zek Koth"] | [member="Kirie Ito"] | [member="Kira Vaal"]

Turning the corner just in time to feel the after-effects of the grenade, Alvarex motioned for his men to go for cover. He took a good look at the situation as it unfolded, "Zambrano at Gamma Sector, Hangar 3. We've got explosives that just went off, intruders still inside."

He looked at his squadmate who spoke with what he saw, noticing [member="Dante Sotari"] and [member="Morgan Vance"].

"We've got wounded, I repeat we have wounded requesting medevac now."

Priorities shifted as he stepped out of cover and spotted [member="Atlas Viridian"], he leveled his blaster the HUD's combat assistance went into gear analyzing the target. He had a better shot for the arm and that's what he aimed for. Two of his squadmates behind him, as the other two made a rush for the wounded, Alvarex didn't need to run his stride alone would keep him at pace with what smaller humanoids considered to be running. Whisps of crimson left his barrel intent on slamming into the man by the panel the new gaping hole certainly didn't help anyone here, save for the two squadmates who also narrowed their fire on the man.

Blackblades took quick action with the wounded. There'd be no point in talking their words would be garbled into the distinctive Blackblade gruttal sounds so instead the men in the black armor came beside Morgan and Dante creating a physical shield to help move the wounded out. Even as they knelt the typical eight feet tall men needed to keep the area clear while evac was en route. Their next step would be to fall back and stop any bleeding, and proceed with basic emergency medical services until that help arrived. Over comms, Alvarex got the confirmation that the station was now in lockdown mode which meant now he and his fireteam had to keep the intruders here.