Kraxon watched the action on a half a dozen monitors his gaseous form free floating above a security terminal aboard the cargo ship. It seemed he'd been right to do some investigating before using this group to port his wares around. As was he had nothing to lose on this little adventure and it was simply time to leave while everyone was busy. With a simple expansion of his form Kraxon moved through a ventilation shaft that would bring him to one of the transports. If they fleshies wanted to kill one another so be it, but he was already done.
@[member="Gra A'dyanla"], @[member="Gavin Wilis"], @[member="Kruk Longstar"], @[member="Velnir Oruosana"], @[member="Alcus Lightonel"]
Aboard the cargo ship:
The cargo hold had been sealed up as the vacuum of space sucked out the remaining air from the hold. The ventilation was already sealing itself off and the slavers that were left were close to desperation. They weren't professional mercenaries, but they understood the situation enough to realize the ship was dead in the water, and they didn't have the oxygen to survive long.
There was no comradeship to hold them together, and not even the likelihood of pay for his job. As such the time had come to abandon ship and that they did with a gusto. Like a wave ever slaver left in that bay abandoned their attacks other then to wildly shoot towards the small group, and ran towards the transports. The would be rescuers of their cargo had a few very serious problems.
The most obvious being the slavers running away in the very ships they were trying to steal. The more deadly was getting the slaves out of the damaged ship without killing them. The lack of oxygen and gravity in the breached levels of the ship were a deadly hazard few races had any hope of surviving.
@[member="Zorskka Vull"], @[member="Juthan'Athar"], @[member="karn'ossk"], @[member="Jericho"], @Tarika Sadow
Aboard the SD:
The situation on the star destroyer was very different. The seal between the ships was perfect, but it was just a matter of time until someone saw the small group and sounded the alarm. Already the star destroyer's mercenaries were armed and ready a much more professional grade group then what was protecting the cargo ship. Add to it a small compliment of battle droids of a currently unknown model it was quite a bit of a different danger.
Small patrols had begun to circulate through the corridors as the comms system was flushed with distress calls from the cargo ship. As of yet in the chaos of the battle they hadn't located the enemy like a parasitic leach attached their hull, but they were making ready. Security teams of a larger nature were being formed and moved to the more sensitive area of the ship to protect vital systems. Their eyes were still riveted on the combat ahead in space. Their real hope lay in hurting that star destroyer and getting into hyperspace.
Space:
The battle was getting uglier by the second and if it wasn't for the fact that they couldn't turn tail and run most would have already done it. As was the bombers were approaching their target and with any luck the small fleet would just have to hold off the enemy long enough to jump to lightspeed. If line held long enough the star destroyer might just make it out, but it's captain knew the picket line couldn't stand for long against the ships coming at them.
@[member="Gra A'dyanla"], @[member="Gavin Wilis"], @[member="Kruk Longstar"], @[member="Velnir Oruosana"], @[member="Alcus Lightonel"]
Aboard the cargo ship:
The cargo hold had been sealed up as the vacuum of space sucked out the remaining air from the hold. The ventilation was already sealing itself off and the slavers that were left were close to desperation. They weren't professional mercenaries, but they understood the situation enough to realize the ship was dead in the water, and they didn't have the oxygen to survive long.
There was no comradeship to hold them together, and not even the likelihood of pay for his job. As such the time had come to abandon ship and that they did with a gusto. Like a wave ever slaver left in that bay abandoned their attacks other then to wildly shoot towards the small group, and ran towards the transports. The would be rescuers of their cargo had a few very serious problems.
The most obvious being the slavers running away in the very ships they were trying to steal. The more deadly was getting the slaves out of the damaged ship without killing them. The lack of oxygen and gravity in the breached levels of the ship were a deadly hazard few races had any hope of surviving.
@[member="Zorskka Vull"], @[member="Juthan'Athar"], @[member="karn'ossk"], @[member="Jericho"], @Tarika Sadow
Aboard the SD:
The situation on the star destroyer was very different. The seal between the ships was perfect, but it was just a matter of time until someone saw the small group and sounded the alarm. Already the star destroyer's mercenaries were armed and ready a much more professional grade group then what was protecting the cargo ship. Add to it a small compliment of battle droids of a currently unknown model it was quite a bit of a different danger.
Small patrols had begun to circulate through the corridors as the comms system was flushed with distress calls from the cargo ship. As of yet in the chaos of the battle they hadn't located the enemy like a parasitic leach attached their hull, but they were making ready. Security teams of a larger nature were being formed and moved to the more sensitive area of the ship to protect vital systems. Their eyes were still riveted on the combat ahead in space. Their real hope lay in hurting that star destroyer and getting into hyperspace.
Space:
The battle was getting uglier by the second and if it wasn't for the fact that they couldn't turn tail and run most would have already done it. As was the bombers were approaching their target and with any luck the small fleet would just have to hold off the enemy long enough to jump to lightspeed. If line held long enough the star destroyer might just make it out, but it's captain knew the picket line couldn't stand for long against the ships coming at them.
