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