Public Misplaced Objects (Spacers, Truckers, et al) [Planeshift]

[Ranna Sejast]

The torpedo exploded with a brilliant light, revealing the shimmer of the corvette's shields and rocking it with kinetic force. The guns, however, had minimal effect. Most of the energy was absorbed by the shielding, and what was left harmlessly scorched the armored hull.

Perhaps the gambit worked after all, as the corvette did not fire another missile, nor did its targeting computers attempt a lock-on.

Strangely enough, there was no attempt to enforce automated docking controls on the fighter. Yet, the hangar bay lay open all the same thanks to the approach of the North Ridge and Smiling Knife.

Ranna wasn't trying to destroy the corvette, so with it not attempting to target her, she flew right into the welcoming hanger bay behind some of the freighters and set down. She gave her beskar'gam a once-over as the fighter powered down, and she pushed herself up from her slightly cramped sitting position. It wasn't bad, just no room to stretch. Turning back, she pulled her scout rifle from its place behind her seat and mag clamped it beside her jetpack. It and her pistols would likely be enough to see her through pretty much anything. While her armor certainly had its own built-in weapons, she wasn't like some Mandalorians decked out in missiles and heavy guns. They were more akin to walking tanks while she preferred to be light on her feet and quick in wits.

She knew her red armor wasn't the friendliest thing in the galaxy, but gave both the people she saw there a nod. "You two get the rescue call as well?" She asked while keeping a wary eye out. She'd expected a welcoming party, people trying to evacuate at the least.

Rinea Kaia Starchaser Vestra Tane Tilon Quill

 

[Tilon Quill]

got herself prepped. Space suit, lightsaber in her bag, to keep it away, as she was more likely to engage in a modified Teras Kasi. She had a few med packs, and her comms.

When she saw the pilot form the North Ridge she gave a small wave. Tilon was a known quantity around Kattada, after all.

While her armor certainly had its own built-in weapons, she wasn't like some Mandalorians decked out in missiles and heavy guns. They were more akin to walking tanks while she preferred to be light on her feet and quick in wits.

She knew her red armor wasn't the friendliest thing in the galaxy, but gave both the people she saw there a nod. "You two get the rescue call as well?" She asked while keeping a wary eye out. She'd expected a welcoming party, people trying to evacuate at the least.

Tilon joined up with Kaia and the Mandalorian, all of whom seemed to be here for the same reason.

"I don't know what shape this takes," he said tensely. "It's not like any distress call I've responded to in here. Chance it's a trap - using a recording or a fake call. Chance whoever wanted help got corralled and locked away, or they're trapped in some part of the station. Chance we're about to meet them or someone who doesn't want us to meet them."

He reached back to indicate the heavy tube slung over his back.

"Coma gas boarding torpedo with the superheated head unscrewed. This goes bad, anyone with their helmet off takes a long nap. Just a heads up."

Rinea

 

[Rinea]

The interior of the station was generally quiet and still. Whatever damage occurred, it appeared confined to the exterior hull, at least from where the newcomers stood. The docking bay opened up into a grand concourse, a multi-story open space with public infrastructure, utilities, and sectioned off areas that served a particular need. There was a medical center, cafeteria, cantina, and various other service centers.

A large holoprojector at the center cycled through various announcements and propaganda vids, not unlike the mystery broadcast.

At one far end of the concourse, a Chiss woman could be seen beside a pair of technicians trying to hotwire open a blast door that led elsewhere through the station.

"It ain't responding to our request, ma'am." Said a rather small human woman with a datapad.

Beside her was an old Duros who had his hands busy with the wiring inside an opened panel. "We're locked out of the whole system. Your diagnostic tools are USELESS!" He spat, then muttered to himself as he worked. "Whole system is bantha chit... deserves a rewrite... Yes, I could write better code... Better system."

Rinea paced behind them. "Just get the door open. I don't care how."

Ranna Sejast | Tilon Quill | Kaia Starchaser | Vestra Tane

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

"I mean if it is a trap, could we really live with ourselves and not spring it?" Kaia smirked, like her father did, at Tilon. She stretched her neck side to side. The hilt of her old but still very pristine lightsaber, either from her need to keep it looking nice, or not being used much, was on her hip, in an old leather holster. She started to pull on a pair of black fingerless shock boxing gloves.

The kind you'd see in holovids from street fights. She was small but she was a Warden. They were designed to give a disabling shock with each hit. Of course they were set low on purpose. Just meant she'd have to punch people a lot.

If it came to that.

"I've got a decent lock pick." She said to all in the concourse. And without another word her sapphire blue lightsaber lit up. And she plunged it into the door.

Tilon Quill
Rinea
Ranna Sejast
Vestra Tane

 

[Tilon Quill]

At one far end of the concourse, a Chiss woman could be seen beside a pair of technicians trying to hotwire open a blast door that led elsewhere through the station.

"I've got a decent lock pick." She said to all in the concourse. And without another word her sapphire blue lightsaber lit up. And she plunged it into the door.

Tilon, who'd been recording the announcements and propaganda vids on his datapad — and trying to pick up any sign of the source of that distress call — focused on the group at the door. He did have reservations, but these three didn't look likely to be the source of the distress.

"Do you know where the distress call came from?" he asked them over the hiss of Kaia's lightsaber. "Who needs help?"

He put his datapad away to keep his hands free just in case.

 

[Rinea]

The sudden arrival of two others was unexpected. A tech reached for her stun stick.

"Hold that," Rinea said with a hand gesture. She turned to look at the newcomers, but one of them had already interjected with a lightsaber.

"Great, now we'll have to fix that later." Grumbled the older tech.

The younger one chimed in. "Pretty sure we're abandoning this one, right, Director?"

The Chiss ignored the banter and approached Tilon. "It came from here, why? Who are you?" She glanced over to Kaia, making quick work of the lock, and the door slid open.

"This station has a relay center... sector-wide, though it can be boosted." She glanced back. "That distress signal is not recent. Whoever is inside has been manipulating the message archives... Or it's a very convincing error."

Kaia Starchaser | Tilon Quill

 

[Tilon Quill]

The Chiss ignored the banter and approached Tilon. "It came from here, why? Who are you?" She glanced over to Kaia, making quick work of the lock, and the door slid open.

"This station has a relay center... sector-wide, though it can be boosted." She glanced back. "That distress signal is not recent. Whoever is inside has been manipulating the message archives... Or it's a very convincing error."

"I'm Tilon Quill, just an independent. The captain impaling the door is Kaia Starchaser . We're only here for the distress call, but..."

He looked around at the promenade and its ads, which were out of step with certain details of the galaxy as he knew it.

"... I've got questions. Who or what would fake a distress call that way and what's brought you here?"