Mean Man [ATTN: First Order]

[Zef Halo]

FIRST ORDER FRINGES, OUTER RIM
PRIVATEER-CLASS FRIGATE MEAN MAN

Captain Ythra Berre, an unpopular name among pirates until recently, had gathered a crew of wicked men and women to target First Order convoys along the fringes of the Imperials' space. She'd recently made a name after ruthlessly leading a mutiny against Cpn. P'uv, an ageing Zelosian who apparently had lost his grit when he needed it most. When half of the crew ended up being massacred, Captain Berre needed fresh blood, even if temporary ones just like Rohak, Hira and Sabetha.

The Mandalorian wouldn't have signed up had the loot share not been so high. Sabetha and Hira quickly followed suit to his chagrin.

The familiar burning sound of a torch slicing open the airlock of the preyed ship energized the boarding party of wretched pirates. Standing on point, Rohak cocked the scatter gun as the Rodian with the torch kicked the airlock door down. Blaster fire erupted from both sides as the security personnel of First Order cargo frigate met vigorously the loot thirsty pirate scum. Energy shields flared from both sides. A simple thought of the loot painted a heinous smirk on the dar'manda's face as each pull of the trigger stirred him.

[member="Hira Mitsae"] [member="Sabetha Tag"]

 

[Progflaw99]

Castiel served at the whim of the First Order. The Ninth Legion served at the whim of the First Order. Hell, the whole Auxiliary did - and that was why the soldier found himself aboard when the fighting broke out. Recent hostilities in the Outer Rim along the Rimma Trade route, Hydian Way, and Corellian Trade Spine had been taxing on the manpower available to patrol the shipping lanes - at least that's what he'd been told. Justification for the now near common practice of assigning various legions as a sort of 'Merchant Marine' force. Security for the First Order's official convoys or trade vessels. In a perfect world, Castiel would have been geared up and ready to go when their ship came under assault. Unfortunately for the Auxiliary Sergeant, it wasn't. A fact he knew all to well.

*KLANG!*​

"Karking sonofa..."​

​

The sudden jolt of contact jarred him from his restless sleep, enough that he'd forgotten just how small the bunk spaces were before hitting his head as he struggled to sit up. Amidst a flurry of curses both in basic and otherwise, the soldier put a hand to his head. *Fething hells, that's gonna leave a mark.* Already the spot had begun to swell, a small goose egg forming upon the man's scalp. Momentary frustration set aside, Castiel's eyes gazed around the berthing area. Now, what was it that had stirred him?

For a waning moment the Auxiliary Sergeant thought maybe he had imagined it. A subtle course correction, a shudder of the engines, any number of factors could have been the deciding factor as to whether or not his body woke itself. *Except that.* The smell of burning metal, ozone. They weren't smells that occurred naturally, at least not as far as the Auxiliary Sergeant knew of. Another string of curses exited his lips as he looked around for a weapon.

"Get off your arses you lillies!" He yelled at the handful of Auxiliaries and Thralls trying to catch a few winks.​

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A begrudging moan filled the small berthing chamber, a thrall scrambling up from the floor just in time to miss the heavy boots of Castiel as he swung down from his bunk. The Sergeant landed with a thud, fingers closing around the heavy blaster pistol that had been hung next to his head. *There you are my pretty.* Now he could hear the shots, the familiar rapport of blaster fire on the other side of the door. It was faint, that much he could tell. Had some poory sod actually attacked this ship? The odds of such weren't good, but with political tensions on the rise, Castiel had to admit - it wasn't as unlikely as it would have been a few months ago. *Oh well, no skin off my back.* Or at least, not in theory. Stepping out into the corridor with the blaster pistol raised, he listened for a moment longer. Sure he had a good idea of where the blaster fire was coming from, he headed hastily down the corridor. Towards the sound of blaster fire.

[member="Rohak Vizsla"] | [member="Hira Mitsae"] | [member="Sabetha Tag"]​

 

[Sabetha Tag]

Captain Ythra Berre. STILL an unpopular name amount pirates, as far as Sabetha was concerned. Two years in prison and the redhead still thought Ythra needed a punch to the teeth more than a crew. She would have earned the former, after all.

That said, Ythra was paying and Sabetha needed cashy moneyies. So did Hira and Rohak so away the trio had gone. Sabetha had assumed Rohak had told her and Hira about it as an invitation. Honestly it was still a good assumption. Grumpy Rohak was normal Rohak so the difference between one type of grumpy tin can and another was lost on Sabetha. Or she didn't care enough to waste the time and energy to parse out the varying shades. Hard to tell.

Sabetha hung back from the first wave of pirates pouring into the Order's freighter. She was perfectly content to let the more blood thirsty soak up the initial intentions of the folks on the other side of that airlock. Right now, the First Order seemed to have their hands full after all- the Imperial Mandate or whatever they were calling it. Territory claims that not everyone was taking quietly. With a lot of attention focused on the trash rats to galactic south, Ythra's crews had hit hard, chewing away at distant trade lane with hungry teeth and claws. The First Order was rich, of that there was no denying.

How they expected to live so well while the rest of the galaxy fell into disarray in the vacuum left by the Alliance was anyone's guess. This raid was only one of the first of the jackals that would be nipping the heels of those with more than enough to share at the end of the day.

"Hope Ythra's sensor operator is doing his karking job," Sabetha muttered, more to herself than anyone else. This was a smash and grab operation- at least that's what Sabetha assumed Ythra's plans were. Anything else was not just stupid, it was suicide. Only a matter of time before the distress calls from the convoy brought in bigger sharks. Either folks with worse intentions (hey, Sabetha was just here for the pay out) or else the First Order's navy. Either way, they weren't equipped to handle a fleet, not even a small one.

Sabetha knew that. She just hoped the bloody feckin' captain did too.

[member="Hira Mitsae"] [member="Rohak Vizsla"] [member="Castiel Moncrief"]

 

[Omari Ngao]

A cargo ship had been hit on its way along the edge of the Order's border. There was the report of a distress call for a few minutes before it had been cut out. Omari's director, er, deputy director, for Operations deployed Omari's team. Maalraas. They were soldiers, the sort who knew how to fight, and how to stay alive. The resourceful kind who didn't need an overbearing commander giving them repeating orders. They were given their tanks by their missions by the Bureau and completed them.

At least, that had been the pitch.

Coming out of hyperspace, the Nightgaunt Corvette gradually reduced its sublight engines before coming to a stop within the same system as the floating ship.

They said there was something important in the cargo bay of the ship, so distress calls had been filtered away from military channels as best they could, since the Defense Ministry lawfully required high ranking officers to torch and burn seized assets.

"Our first real mission," he declared to [member="Tobias Wrynn"], looking over his shoulder to eye the jetpack mounting on his back. They wouldn't be taking a ship, or even a drop pod to get to the hijacked ship, they'd be using thruster packs. Harder to hit from point defense, and harder to detect. So, for the most part they should've been safe, at least until the military got the wiser, then... It was likely they'd be turned to a crisp if they got onto the frigate.

"Let's get it done," he says, entering the airlock. "Quick and easy."

[member="Sabetha Tag"], [member="Hira Mitsae"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Sabetha Tag"] [member="Omari Vyken"] [member="Castiel Moncrief"] [member="Rohak Vizsla"]

Hira didn't have much against the First Order.

Except that they were even more 'law an' order' than the Galactic Alliance had been, so they basically deserved a swift kick in da teeth s'far as she was concerned. It was a good thing they had already wrecked Sullust before coming on here, otherwise they might have gotten a hand on their (her) records. That would have sucked. "Say whatcha wan' about da Ythra, but she got sum big names attached to her now." Hira murmured back as she watched the first waves of pirates run through the large rend in the hull.

The blaster fire on the other side was muted, but it was already spilling back against them as some of the pirates were immediately pushed back.

Surprise or not, these Imperials knew their stuff. "Stay close, Sabby Two, need sum to watch mah back again." This had nothing to do with SABETHA'S safety, of course. That would have been silly and completely out of character for Hira.

They pushed on through as the pirates managed to get a foothold in the first two corridors.

Her vibro-sword lashing out and swiping a blaster away, giving Sab and Roh enough room to maneuver and push even deeper into the ship. They'd have to move fast. Luckily that was exactly the sort of stuff that Hira enjoyed doing.

 

[Tobias Wrynn]

In space, no one can hear you scream.

He absently wondered about how true those words were as he followed [member="Omari Vyken"] into the airlock, his helmet locked and secured to the rest of his armor. Standard FOSB Shadowtrooper digs, kitted with the HUD suite and sensors for reconissance and a rifle slung over his shoulder for good measure. They were a pair of ghosts: men who moved swiftly and silently, and exacted the will of the First Order unquestioningly.

The airlock hissed open slowly, and the vacuum ripped everything that was not locked down outward. Only because they held on to safety straps fast were they spared the same fate. Wrynn glanced to his Brother at Arms with the expressionless face of his armor. "Quick and easy," he repeated in a mechanical monotone.

The position was several clicks out and into the emptiness, and all of the precursory scans had approximated their chances of success at- well, that part didn't matter. Neither of them needed to know whether the odds were against them in order to know that it served the First Order, and that was that. With his thrusterpack firmly in place and fuel reserves visible on his Heads Up Display, Tobias hopped out into the vast expanse and floated slowly forward.

It was too late to go back now.

They had precious minutes before the signals managed to reach the Military, and by that time they were no better than dead if they didn't have the goods off the ship and secured. Wrynn was no stranger to the asset liquidation protocols enacted by the Supreme Commander. He knew that he could die here.

"Following your lead, Maalraas," he called to the other man as he engaged the thrusterpack and waded through rubble toward the frigate. Short bursts. No trails long enough to leave a detectable heat source. That was the plan. "There's probably boarders still," he mentioned in passing.

[member="Sabetha Tag"] [member="Hira Mitsae"] [member="Rohak Vizsla"]

 

[Zef Halo]

The scatter blaster sprayed blaster fire with each pull of the trigger. Some fell to its wrath, others' energy shields dissipated the blaster fire giving them another shot at the ruthless pirates seeking to strip the cargo ship of everything valuable. Just like anoobas on a prey. Maul cleanly everything to the bone.

To the dar'manda's surprise the cargo's security personnel weren't as run-of-the-mill as he'd expected them to be. The pirates struggled to gain a foothold as easy as they predicted, or as Ythra had promised but the thought of fortune shattered any doubts over the situation. With a clearer mind, Rohak would have probably been able to make out something wasn't completely right.

"Aye, bu' ah woul'nt beht on dat, lassie." Kalen, the grungy old pirate replied to Sab. "Ji'qar's a dirty Twi'lek 'ho runs on spice 'n' booze." He innocently grinned. "Not 'ny differen' than da res' ov da folk heear."

Meanwhile, a short shape of a storm with a blade dashed past Rohak and Sabetha cutting down a pair or two of imperial guards. Pike-. Hira. Whatever. She worked the blade just fine in close quarters, Shysa had assured him that and Rohak had witnessed it. So Sabetha and him used the opportunity to push on further with the rest of the boarding party.

"Cargo hold's a deck below to the left." Rohak stated firmly through his annunciator before nodding at the corridor ahead. "Lift is at the end of the corridor."

" Am fethin' tire' ov 'em imps, like. " Vruun grumbled to himself but Kalen's sharp hearing caught it.

"Oh, no ya don't, lad."

"Aye, ya ah do, ya old bastid." The toothless pirate muttered as Kalen darted to tackle him but too late. Vruun hurled a notorious orb at the entrenched security at the end of the corridor. Rohak's eyes widened at the sight of the flying ball before he ducked down whilst someone's roared for brace.

The thermal detonator exploded sending debris everywhere and a shockwave that jolted the Mandalorian's organs, it almost made him puke. Panels were torn from the walls and the floors, pipes carrying oxygen spewed the gas carelessly and everyone suddenly became weightless.

"Ya karkin' bastid, ya knocke' da life suppor' heear." Kalen could be heard shouting. Gravity and oxygen disappeared, at least in this corridor.

Zero G.

Rohak felt like home.

The dar'manda cut his communications with the frantic screams of Ythra over the comms and reluctantly called to Sab and Hira.

"We need to move. Fast." He couldn't waste time contemplating how stupid Vruun's decision was and how it complicated the whole raid. He didn't even wonder whether Vruun would make it out alive, not because an Imperial could blast him to oblivion but because another pirate could put a hole in his back. Nothing surprising with pirates, especially crews formed rather ad-hoc.

Rohak briefly activated his thruster pack so he could dart forward towards the lift to inspect its state after the explosion.


[member="Sabetha Tag"] [member="Hira Mitsae"] [member="Omari Vyken"] [member="Castiel Moncrief"] [member="Tobias Wrynn"]

 

[Progflaw99]

Why the bastards had chosen this ship, Castiel hadn't known - nor did he know about the important cargo. Such things were above his pay grade. They said jump, he said how high - or rather, jumped and hoped it was high enough. If not, he'd take his lashes and move on. Day to day. Week to week. Life was only as far as the next meal, the next sleep. Or in this case, the next fight. The Auxiliary Sergeant felt naked without his heavy armor, only armed with a blaster pistol. He had a decision to make.

The armory was only a few corridors over, there he'd be able to grab at least a blast vest and maybe a carbine. A helmet if he was lucky. Or, he could jump headlong into the fray. From the sounds echoing through the ship, it sounded like whomever had decided to board them was familiar with this sort of work. There weren't the telltale signs of excitement, rapid firing and frantic shouts. Not as refined as the Storm Trooper Corps, but definitely not the work of an amateur. It was that realization that sent Castiel darting towards the armory.

It took him longer than he'd liked, a bustle of crew rushing past him towards the bridge. *Have they taken the bridge?* he wondered for a split second. There wasn't time to worry about what might be happening, the important thing was to get geared up for what was happening. Once arriving at the armory there was little formality, shrugging on a blast vest and dropping a helmet on his grape, Castiel reached for a weapon. It wasn't his personal, but it looked nasty and that was reason enough for him. As his fingers closed around the weapon's grips the deck shuddered, a faint explosion heard in the corridors. The lights flickered, went out, and then a moment later were replaced with a deep red hue. *Emergency lighting.*

Castiel didn't know what had caused the outage but it was safe to assume a stray blaster bolt had knocked loose a wiring panel or fried a relay. Power wasn't down across the whole ship, that would have triggered all sorts of failsafes but at least the section he was in had been compromised. With snarl and grunt Castiel set off from the armory with his weapon at the ready. *Game time.*

[member="Omari Vyken"] | [member="Tobias Wrynn"]​

[member="Rohak Vizsla"] | [member="Hira Mitsae"] | [member="Sabetha Tag"]​

 

[Sabetha Tag]

Pirates as an over all bunch weren't known for their intelligence as individuals. As a group they were a force to be reckoned with, but only when they were insulated from the stupidity of the lone actor.

Sabetha realized, rather sourly, that Ythra had tried to insulate stupidity with too much additional stupidity.

Enough that it might get them all killed.

Gear into this job had been personal- Ythra didn't supply it, each individual had to bring their own. They weren't a proper crew, let alone a government that set them up with an armory and everything working properly. Rohak, Sabetha and Hira were more than prepared with masks (whole armor set in Rohak's case), in case of a breach. Boarding actions were iffy like that. But the same couldn't be said of everyone.

As Rohak was pushing off, calling for them behind him, Sab and Hira were a little less agile and quick in this environment. Truth be told, this was literally only the second time Sabetha had experiences zero-g and she was NOT thrilled to be repeating the experience. She scrambled for her mask, pulling it up from where it had dangled around her neck just as another set of hands came crawling to snatch it away.

She didn't know the rodian's name. Honestly she didn't care. If he took it, that was end game and that wasn't how Sabetha played.

She punched him with the pommel of the blastsword she had in her other hand. Once, twice, three times in rapid succession in the face, sending drops of blood spraying in all directions, floating lazily through the corridor as he let go of her face. Planting her feet against his sternum, she kicked off, sending them both in opposite directions. Reaching out, she snagged Hira's wrist to pull her along....

Though it didn't work exactly as planned. The motion kept them moving after Rohak but sent them spinning slowly through the air, much of the momentum eaten up by that rotation.

"Okay that could have gone better," Sabetha grumbled. "I hate z-g, Hira."

With Hira's help and the wall, they were off again after Rohak. Sabetha realized too late that they were coming up too fast-

SMACK

The pair slammed into the back wall of the lift past Rohak.

[member="Hira Mitsae"] [member="Rohak Vizsla"] [member="Castiel Moncrief"] [member="Omari Vyken"] [member="Tobias Wrynn"]

 

[Omari Ngao]

Their path was straight more or less, and the pack was used to make quick course corrections per the information that his HUD showed in his helmet. There was something ominous about traveling through space while not being in a ship at the same time. Were it not for the rapidly increasing in size frigate before them, he would've thought he wasn't moving at all.

"Starboard airlock," he announces. It was the closest to the bridge. Information gleaned from its data centres was ideal, and could deliver information that would give them an advantage over the intruders. And perhaps to figure out who turned off the distress beacon on the side of the victims. Because all the Bureau had done was block out the signal, but it had been shut off by someone on board. "Making course adjustment," and then he was veering off from Maalraas Two, triggering the jetpack to project in the opposite direction and slowing his momentum as he neared the exterior of the airlock.

"Initial scans say the hallway is clear," he says. "I'll saw open the door," he explains. The airlock should've been free of atmosphere, so the door wouldn't fly off. But still, there wouldn't be a door. Blast doors would trigger though, shutters. Likely on both the outer and inner doors, so there was... Very limited time before they could both get in.

"The moment it's free, get inside."

All he'd have to do was release the mechanism once he was inside... If he didn't get caught between the blast door and the wall.

"Quickly, by the way," the vibrosaw strapped to the small of his back pulled off and he immediately to work to cutting through the exterior of the ship.

[member="Tobias Wrynn"], [member="Sabetha Tag"], [member="Hira Mitsae"], [member="Rohak Vizsla"], [member="Castiel Moncrief"]

 

[Tobias Wrynn]

His boots tapped gently against the hull only moments after they shifted course and headed toward the starboard airlock. It was a quick jump, all things considered. Only the ever present threat of drifting off into eternal nothingness made the whole ordeal more daunting than it really was. He crouched low as Vyken set to work, wary of the standing order.

The moment it's free, get inside. Quickly, the way.

He knew what happened when the hull of a ship was breached. It was a very narrow window. Wrynn waited as close as could be considered a safe distance from the sparks that flashed as the other man tore into the hull of the ship. He chewed on his lip anxiously.

"Energy readings went black," he spoke suddenly, quickly. His HUD was tuned to be more sensitive to subtleties like that. [member="Omari Vyken"] was a Specialist too, but Recon was Wrynn's entire world. "Emergency lighting and life support are online."

Thankfully for them, it meant more leeway for their little entry scheme. The emergency systems were online, but only just. The ship would have to divert power to close the blast doors, and that would take extra time. It hardly meant they could take their time, however.

"Once I'm in, I'll get a read on lifesigns," he told the other man.

The saw tore away a section of metal and Maalraas One pried away at the panel until it gave. The ship exhaled as debris gushed outward past them, and Tobias slipped between the cracks deftly. He pushed at the panel to make more room for Vyken, aware that the systems were processing and responding to the hull breach.

Wrynn dropped to the floor only after he was sure his partner wasn't wedged for the rest of a very short life. "Scanning now," he called quietly across the short range communicator. "Seven, six, five, four..."

[member="Sabetha Tag"] [member="Hira Mitsae"] [member="Rohak Vizsla"] [member="Castiel Moncrief"]

 

[Omari Ngao]

Counting down as he sawed off the door, even through the environmental controls of his armour, he felt as if there was sweat dotting his forehead, and once he hit zero, they were free to move into the ship. But, the most dangerous thing that flew off of that door was the sparks, for when that door lifted off from being shredded, it hovered in position before Omari reached out to push it into the void of space and to pull himself in, maglocked greaves rooting him and his eyes widened as his internal timer came closer to hit the zero mark.

Come on! He screamed to himself, yanking his foot up and stepping into the open compartment of the airlock, before the blast door came crashing down a moment later, and then they were surrounded by darkness, the only sound he could hear was his breathing before Maalraas Two's voice came over the commline again.

Even as Tobias scanned, Omari flipped open a closed cubby hole, twisting and pulling the lever within to open the closed compartment door that trapped them inside. Normally, they would've pressurized the room first, but they were already in self-sustaining sealed suits, so for now, they didn't actually need it. Dropping the vibrosaw, he hefted the blaster rifle, swinging it from his back and over to his front, squeezing past the small hole he was able to manage with the lever.

It'd take too long to open all the way anyway.

Omari wasn't familiar with cargo ships, he may have been Intelligence, but he didn't know everything. The missions he usually went on tended to give him a little more time to prepare, to memorize. Something something about the Director telling him he'd get to be proactive instead of reactive. Suppose she withheld the part about still needing to be reactive. But it was all part of the job at this point.

"Which way is the bridge? I've got the rear."

[member="Tobias Wrynn"], [member="Rohak Vizsla"], [member="Sabetha Tag"], [member="Hira Mitsae"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Sabetha Tag"] [member="Omari Vyken"] [member="Castiel Moncrief"] [member="Rohak Vizsla"] [member="Tobias Wrynn"]

This was mostly why Hira hated space-based chit.

It took one mistake to remind everyone that they were basically swimming through cold emptiness in a metal can. All it took was a single fething idiot to forget every single wisdom of space and lop a thermal detonator, before everything turned to chit. Ugh. If they survived today and that idiot survived too, he'd meet Hira's shiv somewhere in an alleyway. That was something she already vowed to do, because this was a colossal feth-up as far as she was concerned.

Everything happened fast.

Her own mask coming up- Sabetha getting into trouble, Sabetha getting out of trouble, then her flying past and yanked her with. They flied past and through the corridor, the sudden jerk causing them to rotate and spin during their journey.

Then-

Oef.

Sabetha slammed against the wall near the elevator and Hira slammed into her. "I dunno." Hira mumbled as she slowly untangled herself and tried to orient herself. "Could'a been worse." A quick glance towards Sab before she smirked. "Ya could'a been wearing beskar." Ugh, the sheer idea of Roh's tinned man act slamming against her made her shake her head. That would have been infinitely more painful as far as the pirate was concerned.

"Leggo."

Hira's tug against Sab was far softer as she pulled them along towards the lift in a more careful way.

 

[Zef Halo]

Rohak shook his head as Hira and Sab tumbled together into the lift like piles of junk in zero-g. He'd told them once or twice to get their arses up and space hop just to get some experience but no - Hira was busy talking incomprehensibly with a lollipop in her mouth why Sab...she just talked. Endlessly. Even in her sleep.

The Mandalorian had not looked back to see how the ginger had gotten her gear, he would've been amused if he had.

Emergency lights glittered the lift and Rohak went to work to bypass the failsafe of the lift and start it.

"Kalen, take the rest towards the bridge." The dar'manda ordered through the comms and received an affirmative. The old pirate had commandeered many a ship throughout his life of villainy and piracy.

He saw Kalen nod just as the lift descended rapidly. Dreadful sounds of metal scraping against metal filled the lift as it dropped into the deck below where gravity and life support systems remained active. What didn't remain active was the lift's integrity. It abruptly shifted to one side tossing the three to the right smacking them all together into the wall of the lift. Screeching, the lift wasn't going to survive much longer. Rohak slammed the doors of the lift with his foot to no avail. His foot came once more in a series of viscous kicks but the door unlike the lift was not giving in.

"We've got to open this door." As if to highlight Rohak's statement, the lift tilted dreadfully once more.

[member="Hira Mitsae"] [member="Sabetha Tag"] [member="Omari Vyken"] [member="Castiel Moncrief"] [member="Tobias Wrynn"]

 

[Hansen]

Alika Zovu
First Imperial Cargo Frigate
Nearby: [member="Omari Vyken"], [member="Tobias Wrynn"]
Allies: [member="Omari Vyken"], [member="Tobias Wrynn"], [member="Castiel Moncrief"]f
Enemies: [member="Hira Mitsae"], [member="Rohak Vizsla"], [member="Sabetha Tag"],

Spoiler: Equipment

• 1x Augment Perception Drug
• 1x FO-X1 Infiltration "Shadowtrooper" Armour
• 1x Force Pike
• 1x F-11D Blaster Rifle
• 1x SB-U01 Wrist Datapad
• 1x TL-50 Heavy Repeater

Alika's feet carefully step through the dull infrared-lit darkness of the frigate's halls obviously low on power from whatever assault had befallen it the bulkhead doors all appeared sealed confirming the earlier suspicion their flagged vessel had been viciously boarded, raises her heavy repeating rifle keeping it pressed tightly into her sinewy shoulder, crouching she follows Sergeant Vyken through the small opening that formed an escape from the airlock. Alika grunts softly while the kneeguards scape against the floor, small beads of sweat rolled down her pallor being in such close proximity to the void and certain death made the young woman more than a punch nervous. "Take the next left according to memory these vessels apparently have their bridge located close to the bow. Look at the stars and all that." Thinking on the situation more deeply what would be the point in seizing the bridge when the power was already down, even if one seized the bridge with the vessel being in such low power Alika quietly doubted its' security benefits to control such a location.

"But if these are pirates I suggest we should search the primary hold first." Falling back into silence Alika tried to wedge herself between point and rear security, with that ominous cloaking field's tendrils wrapping around Silhoutte all but completely concealing the young woman from detection on all bands of the electromagnetic spectrum, with only an indicator to mark her presence upon Vyken and Wrynn's helmet mounted displays. Whoever had made the mistake of raiding a First Order vessel Alika intended to take them alive if possible for questioning, but as ever she focused on following in the shadow of another Trooper. Listening to Wrynn count off the life signs being registered by the Scanner she shivered coldly shocked that there were so little survivors.

Alika couldn't believe what she is hearing and promptly keys up the Bureau's TEAMCOM. "Four vital signs? You've gotta be kidding me. This hulk is more vacant than a Toydarian's pocketbook at a bootleg sale." The thought that the entire ship's complement of crew and security had been viciously murdered wasn't good although Alika didn't dwell on this idea and instead focused on the approaching turbolift shaft, indicated by the rounded shape of the pair of Gunmetal grey doors and darkened inversed trapezoidal numbered bulbs hanging above the doors no doubt indicating deck level. From Alika's best guess they are presently located somewhere close to the top of the ship. "See that, maybe we could get the shaft open and move down deeper into the Frigate? If we're close to the top the only place to go is down. Got a read on the vitals' bearing and elevation?" Alika's voice once again ripples the TEAMCOM frequency calmly although she breathed deeply maintaining that distinctly low heart rate.

 

[Sabetha Tag]

Sabetha winced as Ythra started screeching over the comms. Reaching up, she turned hers all the way the feth down. Apparently there was incoming- literally armored figures coming in from the outside of the ship. They'd blown a hatch or something.

"Remind me to punch her in the mouth later," Sabetha muttered as they set to rights in the lift. "Maybe missing a couple of teeth will calm her down. You two ever want to work with her again, that's cool, but this whole thing has been a cluster from step one, so I don't care how much she's paying, next time I'm out."

Sabetha didn't like to over plan things. Things had a way of generally working out. But she did like to know what she was getting into. The intel that Ythra'd had was obviously either wrong (which begged the question of WHAT were they actually stealing cause she didn't believe any more that it was 'just some cargo') or she was lying to them about what she knew. Either way, it rubbed her all sorts of wrong.

That seemed, however, par for the course. The lift opted to fit right in with the cluster that this whole thing had become.

Sabetha was slammed into the wall, Rohak's armored form knocking the wind out of her and then some.

"Look if ya wanted to pin me to the wall," she wheezed, "there are more friendly ways to do it, yah?"

That was going to bruise.

"Leggo, gerroff, MOVE."

Sabetha shoved her way forward to the control panel. With a flick, she popped it open. "That last bump shook the wire loose, sometime ya gotta......" she wiggled it and- the doors slid open. Not smooth and gentle, ratcheting and complaining the whole way, but opened.

"Out out move!"

The trio dove out of the lift- that thing wasn't stopping. Something in that shift had karked up the pulley mechanism hard. It would probably grind to a stop on it's own or-

Sabetha winced as it CRUNCHED. Oh yeah, they were close to the lowest levels of the ship.

"Fun fun, we're not getting back out *that* direction, that's for sure," she muttered to the other two as she picked herself up.

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