Private Dauntless Danger

[Hugot Tyvek VII]

Ord Mantell - New Imperial Order Shipyard and Refuelling Station - Berth Charlie - 15:00
[Theme]
Gordon ​

NIO Dauntless was parked precariously in Berth Charlie, it had received minor damage to it’s starboard-head engine in an ambush by Sith supported pirates attempted to plunder convoys heading from Ord Mantellon its way along the supply chain down the Braxant Run, the damage was slight and they only received minor casualties, Captain Hugot Tyvek had recorded 4 among his company in the report, the repairs were nearly finished and they were preparing to take off within the hour to escort convoys to the rendez-vous with the Hussar II, the Cormorant and the Skua IV of 82 company at Echoy’la for their next assignment. Among the casualties was one bridge officer, at an abrupt stop and fallen and snapped his neck in recoil, a lowly ensign to the NIO but an important cog in the machine for Hugot.

Hugot made his way to the landing REC-LE01 AEG Enforcer Gunship, dropping off his new bridge member as well as rotating shifts for other crew members. The landing platform for the gunship lay over the raging sea beneath the station, Hugot stood at the end of the walkway wrapped in a black cloak to defend him from the raging weather overtop his standard issue black NIO naval uniform, watching intently as the gunship touched down causing the dock to briefly flex and bend, Hugot’s comm blinked as the last of the new crew members exited the shuttle, 10 officers, 6 troopers, 2 astromech and a mouse droid. Hugot put his mouth to the comm shivering, “C... commander, you better have good news.”

Commander Astro Buuchelli, Hugot's first mate spoke from atop the bridge of NIO Dauntless gazing down at the windswept Captain with a slight chuckle, “Yes captain, repairs are finished early and all crew are aboard sans those you are waiting for from the last transport, when they board, we can set off.”

“Get me out of this wind!” Hugot shouted back as he turned the comm off returning his attention to the landed shuttle

 

[Gordon]

OLD STOMPING GROUNDS
Ord Mantrell​

Ord Mantell was not an unfamiliar sight for Gordon, who spent the past days awaiting his reassignment. In order to maximize the limited manpower the New Imperial Order had at its disposal, he spent the past few days at the Imperial deepdock stationed planet-side, optimizing repair efforts and serving as a technical advisor. The New Imperial Order Shipyard and Refueling Station was short handed, especially of skilled mechanical and engineering experts to revamp its production and maintenance efforts to support the larger war time enterprise.

While most would begrudgingly mill over their fates of being assigned even for a few days to the backwater reserves, Gordon enjoyed being able to access the military technologies behind the Imperial military behemoth. Every blueprint and technical specification was another key insight into design choices that its creators made to give the New Imperial Order's Armed Forces even the slightest advantage over its enemies. Even the smallest difference could spell the difference between victory and defeat, and with the ever changing tides of war, the concrete benefits were the only thing one could confidently rely upon. While they shouldn't be the sole focus, they were an essential part to invest into.

Today was the day he would be reassigned to active duty, serving under the command of a Captain Hugot Tyvek VII . He was not very familiar with the Captain or the 82nd Dauntless Company, but he heard from his fellow officers that they ran a tight ship. Stepping off the shuttle, he spotted the Captain and saluted, standing at attention and awaiting further instruction.

 

[Hugot Tyvek VII]

Captain Hugot spotted the new ensign from among the crowd nodding at him, the man was younger looking than he expected, he could have been fresh out of the academy, but his battle scars, augmentations and general demeanor led Hugot to not make assumptions so hastily on the man, the regular formalities of command proceeded, before Hugot spoke, “At ease.” He hearkened the boy to follow as they made their way through the station and onto the boarding ramp of the Dauntless.

“Ensign Gordon, was it?” Hugot cleared his throat, he hated these types of instructions, “You’ve been selected to accompany me on the bridge of the my flagship NIO Dauntless on our escort mission to Echoy’la with one brief stop at the Mygeeto radar sub-station.” They passed a group of troopers saluting Hugot as they marched, he nodded back, the entire ship was very loyal and definitely run like a well oiled machine, “You are to aid myself and my commanding officer in making sure all systems are at peak efficiency the entire voyage, am I-...” Hugot’s harsh tone was cut off abruptly by the beeping of his comlink, “We are ready for lift off Captain.” Commander Buuchelli said through the comlink, “Take her up.” Hugot ordered back, as he pressed the button for the lift up to the bridge, as they wait they waited in silence, Hugot wasn’t excellent at the… interaction with people and had completely forgotten what he was talking about so instead he stood their in awkward silence dreading the even more awkward wait in the elevator.

Upon entering the bridge Commander Buuchelli shouted, “Captain on deck!” all officers saluted, one so surprised he nearly jumped 4 feet in the air. “Sir the NIO Namu, Huxly and Vagabond are in position in the thermosphere and are awaiting our formation.” on of the crew members said, Hugot smiled, “Excellent, let's not keep them waiting take us into position Commander.” The ship reared forward quickly approaching a collection of ships stationary in orbit, ships from the entire 17th company and the auxiliary of 82nd company NIO Joker and NIV Landsknecht lay near dormant to the side as the ship neared three separate objects, the ships scheduled for her to convoy, three Dagger-class Pursuit Frigates functioning as supply line ships. NIO dauntless pulled to a halt in from of them in a kite formation before Hugot nodded to Commander Buuchelli.

“Making the jump to hyperspace…”​

 

[Gordon]

D A U N T L E S S
Ord Mantrell Orbit​

Scanning the bridge, he looked around for any vacancies among the duty station consoles in the pit. Finding a spot for the Internal Communications Officer, Gordon assumed the empty spot without adding much else. He was familiar with the general operation of Pellaeons through various technical manuals, New Imperial Navy documents and conversations with other officers and enlisted. It was first time apart of its bridge crew however, with his direct experience being at a distance working on repairing or replacing damaged components and hull features.

Out of his picks for capital ships, the Pallaeon was one of his least favored due to its slower speeds and engine vulnerabilities. Its operational focus was as a rear or core placed defensive platform, providing ample starfighter support mixed with heavy armaments. Its defenses were impressive with redundant shielding and an intricate composite alloy for a hull, yet with the massive number of large-scale weapons into play like orbital autocannons made him wary of trusting the ship spearheading a direct assault.

Gazing at his console, he glossed over the various reports from the rest of the ship, receiving quick summaries from other Officers throughout the ship about their operational status and their current duties. It was Gordon's responsibility of gleaning important pieces to relay to the Captain or other pertinent Chief Officers for them to react accordingly. The role was a bit lackluster and laidback compared to other specialized roles such as weapon systems or sensors, but it was a critical role during intense firefights when multiple systems and parts of the ship started failing and information--such as the significance of damage, timeline needed to restore operational status, requests and relays between crews on different levels, and the recommendations of the localized crew and officers--had to be quickly relayed up the chain of command as well as to other officers on the bridge and throughout the ship.

 

[Hugot Tyvek VII]

About half an hour into the voyage you could find Hugot poured over star maps and ongoing mission reports at one of the main data stations on the bridge, gazing at them intently, he downloaded a file onto his datapad. “Commander.” Commander X Buuchelli ran up behind him waiting patiently for his orders, Hugot turned around slowly, handing him the datapad, “Run this information down to my personal computer in my quarters if you’d please.”

“You have legs, captain.” Commander Buuchelli scoffed back sarcastically, snatching the datapad as he disappeared down the hall and into the lift, Hugot rolled his eyes. Hugot marched down the central causeway of the bridge staring at his datapad, reading up the file of the news member of his bridge, “Gordon, you have an impressive record and resume, you seem to be well trained in combat training am I not wrong?” Hugot inquired inquisitively.

Not 5 minutes later, the frankly bored out of their mind bridge awoke from their robotic duties to a loud bang as the ship trembled from bow to stern, screens blaring, sirens sounding, ship on high alert, immediately the bridge sprung to life with officers running a muck around the deck. “Captain there appeared to be an explosion on the lower deck, no damage to the engines or other vital systems has been detected sir.” One officer said, Hugot clenched his fist, in anger and relief. “Jr. Lieutenant Gilligus shut this ship down, I don't want anybody entering or leaving this vessel, contact the convoy vessels, we’re all exiting hyperspace and going into lockdown until we know what’s going on.” Hugot snapped, followed by a series of "yes sir's", he then turned around to address the other side of the bridge, “Ensign Gordon get a lockdown on what corridor of the ship it was on, you and me are going down there to find out what the hell those idiots did.”

 

[Gordon]

D A U N T L E S S
Hyperspace Travel​

Hearing his new commanding officer inquire about his background, he stated, "Despite my short service record, I have indeed served on many vessels although the intense combat has left many of those vessels decommissioned. The broad experience has served me well at my new posts, and I have picked up a lot of technical details during my off-time helping with Engineering."

As the conversation lulled into an awkward pause in the air as officers went through rote memorization to check their posts, Gordon glossed over the incoming reports from the rest of the ship. Everything seemed to be in order, although the bridge's claxon started blaring as localized reports trickled in about a catastrophic meltdown or explosion in one of the rooms near the engines. Although in the grand scheme of the entire star destroyer it was a minor event, a small fault or missed repair would not have resulted in a full blown explosion and at most, the shorting of nearby systems and power. And the repair and maintenance crew on Ord Mantell would not miss a breach in the hull unless the Keshiri news outlets stating that Jonus Alto was indeed dead was true, and thus, any Mantellian with half a brain would be forcibly drafted in an even longer engagement slash genocide with eh Keshiri government-in-exile. That being said, the last time the Keshiri cited that Jonus Alto was dead after the Republika Mantellska's High Command executed the doctor who operated on his failing heart, Jonus was 100% certified to be alive by showing footage of him completing the Mantellian Special Forces training course in record time. Accusations of blatant editing through segue cuts of pre and post completion were again 100% filthy Keshiri propaganda.

At least that's what the local Mantellian chaps working at the deepdock who drank engine room hooch made with hyperdrive runoff at the closest watering hole. He sent the NIV numerous reports about the questionable work ethics of local Mantellians, but they dismissed his concerns probably due to the extremely significant cost-benefit savings as the Republika Mantellska kept labor costs at an all time low. In his time around them though, he had to give them props for being able to half shoddily slap durasteel plates and bang them in with hydrospanners as an actual functional solution to any engineering problem you threw at them.

Focusing on his CO's request and crossing his fingers that it wasn't the fault of a Mantellian chap--because those who made mistakes or had low performance ratings were absconded and disappeared during the night--he called out the location.

"Sir, sub-level D9 section A12. It falls under Engineering's jurisdiction." he quickly responded, throwing the hot potato toward the Chief Engineering Officer. It would not earn him any favors, but the Chief Engineer could not fault him as it was ultimately indeed his responsibility.

 

[Hugot Tyvek VII]

NIV Dauntless - Hyperspace 16:00
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Gordon
Sub level D9, Hugot knew what that was, he looked intently at Gordon and nodded at him, harkening him to follow him to the blast zone, he knew he couldn’t trust these old imbeciles on his ship but a fresh face might prove useful plus his combat prowess could be helpful if they were being boarded or the like. He turned and made his way to the lift, holding the door for Gordon. Within the lift Hugot scratched his chin deep in thought.

“Commander Buuchelli…” Hugot thought out loud.

“Out of everybody in the galaxy, over the course of my life I’ve ended up working with the most, I can read him like a book, he’s a formulaic and highly logical man, he has this entire ships layout memorized and he would know the fastest way to my quarts is to make a shortcut through Sub Level D9 to shave off a whole 0:29 seconds.” Hugot continued, ever so slightly worried for his comrades' safety. The Lift doors opened and they walked briskly to the blast area, passing by soldiers marching rapidly down hallways on high alert.

Around a corner they reached the blast site, a hallway not unlike the others but blacked, scarred and contorted, something had exploded that was for sure. Hugot rushed past a medical droid and a stormtrooper removing bodies from the blast, among the rubble he spotted him, the gravely wounded but breathing body of Commander Buuchelli, he picked him up and took him out of the former radius, laying him down with the other survivors.

Unbeknownst to Hugot caring for his injured coworker, the datapad given to Commander Buuchelli was not with him, nor in the rubble around him, the durable device would of been able to withstand the blast as well the remnants of a motion activated detonator could be found, part of it still attached to a destroyed pipe formerly clinging to the wall. A officer raced down the hallway towards the site and approached the two of them, noticing Hugot was currently aiding in tending to the commander he relayed the message he had on his datapad to Gordon, “According to the other bridge officers all engine operations were not damaged but something or someone is currently jamming our transmissions and communications and we are unable to call for any sort of assistance at this time.”

 

[Gordon]

OLD BLOOD AND GUTS

Ord Mantrell​

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Gordon closely inspected the explosion and its blast pattern. Originating from an explosive placed on a pipe, the blast exploded outward. It seemed that the contents of the pipe were simply for filtration and thus, it did not seem likely that a thermal explosive would be utilized to disperse an aerosol. Or perhaps the explosion was a cover-up after an aerosol was dispersed. The aerosol needed to be injected a good time before the actual explosion and a skilled operative would have taken a much more subtle approach.

That meant that whoever or whatever they were dealing with was not an expert, although perhaps an insertion or extraction specialist. Perhaps an Army or Marine specialist wrecking havoc. For what ends was the question.

Hugot's disclosure of the ship's external communications and transmissions being jammed suggested that the problem was an external one. If it was a slicer, they could have easily jammed or shut down both internal and external communications, but the datapads and internal comlinks were functioning fine. This mean that there was a far less subtle approach being used to jam transmissions, perhaps a jamming device that has been spiked into the external comms array or into internal electrical. It was highly likely that it was put in during repairs and thus concealed to greater effects.

Gordon slowly responded, thinking carefully about the best approach to this growing problem, "I feel that we are being driven from one corner to the next by our saboteur. They initiated by blowing up a nonessential part of the starship, bringing us here, and subsequently, jammed external comms to prevent us from relaying a distress signal or contacting the escort vessels. Thus, the saboteur most likely expects us to take the logical action of going to comms to try and fix the problem, with another trap in its midst. And then during this chaos, the saboteur would either achieve their true objective or seek a means to escape."

The ships had already exited hyperspace and were on lock-down so the only possible means to escape were through the Dauntless's shuttles and even starfighters. The starfighters had droid brains and artificial intelligence built-in, so slicing through or falsifying credentials to have a complete take-over of the vessel would be difficult. But ultimately, the allocations and choices of small craft within a destroyer were unique so Gordon had no way of knowing what every single starship was and thus, which ones were vulnerable.

 

[Hugot Tyvek VII]

[Theme]
Gordon ​

Hugot listened intently to the ensigns every word, “You’re right, they are sending us on a wild bantha chase, they’re obviously long gone from here” Hugot paused standing up and staring at his injured comrade, “what I need to know is if Commander Buuchelli was a target or just in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Commander Buuchelli came to but only barely, to utter one word before passing out yet again, “D… data… p… pad.” Hugot’s eyes widened as he began to frantically search the blast zone despite the other officers warning, it wasn’t there... somebody had taken it therefore the attack must have been targeted, “Have a team sweep the entire ship for any other explosives,” Hugot snarled into his commlink, “And Ensign Gordon might I have a word in private?” Hugot nodded for him to step into one of the private quarters down the nearest hallway, while waiting for Gordon he swept the room for surveillance devices.

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“I’m putting a lot of faith in you.” Hugot said bluntly, “And I’m only doing this to frankly a rookie because of your spotless service record and the fact I’ve had my eye on you since you landed on Ord Mantell and haven’t kept it off and am therefore convinced you cannot be involved and I cannot say the same about anybody else.” Hugot paused with a worried face, “That datapad, what a rookie mistake on my part…” Hugot face-palmed himself, “that datapad contained the assault plans for the next New Imperial Order invasion across land and space against The Sith Empire. It is imperative that we secure the datapad before this Sith whistleblower leaks the information. That’s why I don’t understand why whoever this saboteur is deactivated the long distance comms is beyond me. Unless it’s some sort of distraction but I’m not sure if that’s the bait either, but I have this.” Hugot showed Gordon his Revealer from his utility belt. “We can track the blockage on the vessel and I believe you're right ,getting us to head to the communications room and fix it is probably the bai-....” Hugot fell silent as the familiar sound of running stormtroopers raced outside only continuing in a whisper once they’d passed. “...bait, This is highly confidential; do not report to or disclose any of this to anybody, we don't know who's listening to comm's so we need to stick together. Do you have any suggestions as to how to get the better of these agents?”

 

[Gordon]

D E A T H T R A P

On Board Dauntless​

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Hearing the Captain's last words, Gordon silently considered the possible outcomes and knew that their best bet was to provide the infiltrators a false sense of security. And that meant sacrificing an arm to kill the opponent, rhetorically speaking.

"I will go to the comms center. The best bet for you would be to track down the new additions to the crew, as they are the best bet for who the infiltrators could be. I would assume that they would only be confident enough to surface from the shadows and attempt to escape only if they thought they had dealt with you or fooled you. And so, we need to follow their traps knowingly, and hopefully, you can discover the infiltrators and terminate them before they can escape."

With that, Gordon left immediately, heading to the comms center which was on the upper levels of the star destroyer. As he entered the comms center, he scanned the area carefully for any anomalies and let out an internal comm signature that matched the Captain's.

As soon as this happened, an officer looked over at his direction and his face paled, causing Gordon to immediately peel back and jump backgrounds. An explosion decimate the entire room, and the force pushed Gordon outward. His exoskeleton absorbed the brunt of the blast to prevent himself from exploding into pieces, but his body painfully crashed against the wall.

Checking his comms, both internal and external communications were down, but whatever was jamming the external comms was destroyed in the blast. Thus, it should be possible with a bit of engineering to hot-wire a datapad to the comm lines to get a signal out. Moving down the corridor and into one of the maintenance bays, he started rewiring all inputs and outputs from the comms tower to his datapad, hoping to reestablish communications.

 

[Hugot Tyvek VII]

Hugot reluctantly nodded to Gordons words as he watched the man leave, heading out shortly afterwards, he moseyed down to the armoury first, no dice but in the process grabbed a better blaster his personal REC-SMC/01"Unmaker" - Pattern Sustained Maser Rifle, which he placed on his back with his custom shoulder strap, he managed to track down a crew manifest from a droid aboard, checking it thoroughly between speaking with crew he realized of the 20 men he saw and ordered on the gunship, only 12 had clocked in, 1 or 2 would of been expected but to have 8 was far too suspicious.

Continuing to check troopers he spotted one officer head for the lift up to the bridge he didn’t recognize, pulling his hat over his face, Hugot hurried after him but wasn’t able to catch the same lift even after a jog, Hugot was unsure if the man had noticed him. Catching the next lift up mid travel he felt the entire ship saw with a loud bang, the elevator jolted to a halt, he was worried he was stuck but it quickly began moving again mind you that wasn’ good either that means something else blew up that wasn’t lift related, frantically he commed Gordon.

“Gordon! What’s going on down there?!” shouting into his com as the doors opened not preparing him for the sight he was to witness.

His bridge crew, strung over the room holes still smouldering from their chests, somebody had turned the lights out so only the glow of monitors could be seen as well as sparks from a few appliances, Hugot drew his blaster and entered the room slowly and carefully hiding in the left pid of the bridge a man leapt at Hugot him barely dodging the man, the assailant fired three quick shots from a pistol hitting one in the shoulder and two narrowly missing, Hugot tucked and rolled to evade and followed up with one clean shot into his chest sending the man flying causing him to crash into the side view port then slumping to the ground, it had all happened so fast, the matter of seconds he hadn’t turned on non-lethal as a means to capture and interrogate the assassin. Hugot and the man locked eyes, blood pouring from the man's lips he coughed up more as he muttered but five words.

“L… long live The Sith Empire.” he whispered valiantly as his eyes began rolling back as death embraced, his final action; he squeezed the detonator in hands hooked up to a bomb attached to his chest which burst immediately, giving Hugot but seconds to evade, the radius wasn’t enough to injure him much even the corpse of the terrorist knew that, the target was the controls and the viewport glass which shattered upon the blast beginning to suck all into the cold vacuum of space, without hesitation, Hugot quickly drew his Vibrodagger and dug it into the floor of the bridge as he was dragged towards the abyss, he knew the emergency rayshields on the glass would active in seconds so all he had to do was stall and stall he did, one blink away from being sucked into a cold empty grave, Hugot rolled over onto his chest to breath for a moment as the adrenaline began to leave he felt the flame and shrapnel fueled lacerations on his back begin to burn in agony, after a moment he hobbled over to the medical cabinet for medicinal wraps and painkillers comming to Gordon as he did.

“Gordon, what’s your status?”

Gordon

 

[Gordon]

L A S T C A L L

On Board Dauntless​

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Slicing and fixing a star destroyer's comms were a lot harder than disabling them, which was perhaps a security feature when it was first proposed at some engineering meeting back at the conception of the ship, but currently, Gordon was feeling abysmally. He never had to directly work with the comms systems before this and he had a rough idea of their major functional groups and components but he could see why all of the maintenance crews and engineers avoided comms at all costs.

In order to ensure that the comms were active throughout the entire ship, a low latency holonet system was engineered such that any message could piggyback through smaller transceivers. This was a plus when the main external communications were jammed via the connection to the star destroyer's main sensory arrays.

The minus, and right now a gigantic one, was that trying to rewire, reconnect and repair the comms to functional status, especially after the comms room was destroyed. All the core components were located in the comms room, with only the redundant and minor transceivers being located elsewhere.

He managed to physically connect his datapad to the minor transceiver, enabling him to send and receive messages remotely but he would have to hotwire and tinker with the transceiver itself to go wireless.

Hearing the Captain's comms for the first time, Gordon sighed as he did not consider the extent of the infiltration to be this severe.

"My bones ache and the comms are a bloody mess...I am assuming that loud, separate explosion wasn't just a concussive hallucination. At this rate, we are not going to be able to find the infiltrators before they escape. We need to concentrate our efforts in figuring out and halting their exit strategy."

Finishing on that note, he looked back at the various exposed wires, circuit boards, and components, sighing. He had signed up to be a naval officer, but he had spent more time fixing stuff or fighting than actually running a ship.

 

[Hugot Tyvek VII]

“Well uhhh…” Hugot scratched the back of his head, “I think I already solve their escape plan, they were trying to commandeer the ship, MY ship, there was an agent up here, he killed the entire bridge staff Gordon, I think this ship was their escape route otherwise why would they of spend men to take the fortified bridge.” As Hugot spoke he explored the bridge realizing that the assassin up here didn’t act alone, some of the body’s had extra shots and he found one officer he didn’t recognize who had died near the lift with his corpse now slumped near where the glass had shattered, “It looks like their were two up here, one had died in the firefight before I arrived and I checked the troop manifest for the shift change on Ord Mantell, only you and eleven others of the twenty new troops had clocked in which means we had eight stoaways, and I’ve dealt with two and considering your voice you have the lockdown on one so that’s five we’re missing.” Hugot checked the computers near where the assassin had jumped out, finding he was attempting to hotwire the hyperdrive navicomputer to coordinates near the Galidraan deep in Sith Empire controlled space. “They were definitely trying to commandeer the Dauntless, the man I killed was trying to hijack the hyperdrive to force the ship deep into Sith Space.” Hugot coughed violently, “Gordon, I need you up here, I’m worried that when they may have realized they have two dead comrades and without getaway drivers they’re gonna come up here and do it themselves and I’m not sure if I can take them, as in all five of them.” Hugot struggled to say, rubbing his scared back, and readying his blaster and smart grenades incase of a fire fight.

Gordon

 

[Gordon]

LAST STAND

On Board Dauntless​

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Commandeering the entire star destroyer was a gutsy move on behalf of the Sith, so it seemed that the plan was to deprive the New Imperial Order one of its limited large-sized military vessels. He was certain that there would be some contingency of they failed to take the bridge and he sighed, realizing it was probably more explosives that were more well placed in strategic and critical systems.

If an explosion was to go off in the reactor room, the starship would soon be obliterated into small pieces and solid, frozen corpses floating in the dead of space. He unholstered his KXR SFP-60x Particle Beam Pistol and held it steadily in his hands. While it was larger and more unwieldy compared to other armaments, it could be handled with more accuracy by using two hands, making it a deadly weapon in the enclosed spaces and hallways of a starship. And the star destroyer was large enough that the inner durasteel walls and floors were thick enough to compensate for any missed shots, minimizing any risks of punching a hole into the vacuum.

As Hugot suggested, the infiltrators were most likely to make a last ditch effort into seizing the bridge before activating remote detonators. Within this timeframe, it was crucial in deactivating and restoring any sabotaged systems and so, he sent a message to the engineers of each and every critical subsystem to scrutinize for and eliminate any threats.

Hearing the message from Hugot, Gordon considered just letting the Captain die: battlefield promotions just prior to the invasion of Bastion would cement his progression and furthermore, he could easily blame any further damages to the star destroyer on the soon-to-be dead Captain. Yet he knew that Bastion would be no easy campaign and sighed again. The NIO would need every soldier, officer and commander they could squeeze out of its militaries, and getting his senior CO killed might be the tiny difference that tipped the scales onto the Sith's side.

"Alright, heading up now."

Hugot Tyvek VII ​

 

[Hugot Tyvek VII]

Hugot nodded as Gordon responded, reading himself further, he looked about the bridge for any other weapons, besides weapons he already had, he found two charges on the dead assailant but besides that no dice, taking sed charges he placed them under on the underside of the holotable in the tactical centre. He needed somewhere to hide in case of the incoming ambush, he made his way to one of the lifts, pressing the button to send it up, upon its arrival he pulled the panel off and began jerryrigging it to halt on the top floor, he then pulled the sliding doors about two thirds shut, finally he dragged the remaining bodies not sucked into space over creating a makeshift knee high wall of corpses, "gross but possibly effective" Hugot thought to himself as he crawled into the lift as a improvised bunker, he readied two smart grenades as hge heard the second lift ping signifying it was travelling up to the bridge, he waited, he knew they’d come, at this point taking a transport might be too risky.

The sliding doors opened and he curled into the back corner, sure enough, three unfamiliar individuals stepped out, two in modified imperial officer uniforms and one in what looked to be inquisitorius attire, funny, there were no Inquisitors stationed on this ship, the fake Inquisitor snapped as the two fanned out in the tactical centre, bingo, Hugot lobbed the two grenades and quickly shot one of the charges attached to the table, bang the whole room went up in flames obliterating the two officers sending them flying, whether they were unconscious or dead Hugot couldn’t check as he leapt over the corpse pile out of the lift aiming his gun wildly before feeling what felt like a noose around his throat as out from the fire and smoke rose the Inquisitor his face partially melted from the blast, part of his gum and teeth showing he suspended Hugot in the air and held him slowly moving him down towards the viewports of the ship, choking the light out of him.

Gordon