Never Say No to Bacta.
Whose nerves did she get on this time?
His calm and rhythmical breathing was the only sound inside his pressurized helm, as The Giant of a Mandalorian pondered the answer to that question in relative silence; light as a feather as he held onto the jagged features of an asteroid floating gently in the vast cosmos, he lay in wait for the imposing pirate ship to line up with his pre-calculated trajectory for infiltration.
She had to be held there, presumably in their brig; the concealed emergency tracking beacon in the chestplate of her armor put the aforementioned gear’s location inside one of the armories of the near-archaic star destroyer, judging by the schematics.
Even though his intel suggested where she was, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of worry for her regardless; did they take her alive? If so, what condition was she in? Questions of such nature whirled in his mind as he remained laying in wait for the opportune moment to infiltrate the ship.
It certainly wasn’t an everyday occurrence she sent a call for help; far from it. She possessed the skills and the tools necessary to hold her own in almost every scenario imaginable. There was very little she couldn’t do or handle on her own.
But when she did ask for help, it was well within good reason. And whoever managed to get her was unlikely to be some random street-trash that used up all their luck in life in a gunfight with her. That seemed very unlikely to be the case.
Perhaps she allowed herself to get captured, for a greater good that she did not make mention of in her call for help. Maybe she was after a distinct somebody; a bigger fish to fry.
Or maybe she had gotten softer with age, whether she’d like to admit it or not.
There was no telling which was the case at that moment, but no doubt he’d get an answer to his questions once he found her, he concluded in his mind.
A high pitched beeping in his helmet cut through his thoughts like a sharp dagger; they had taken the bait, those fools. The pirate ship began its maneuver to enter an interception course with an old freighter, a little far out from the edge of the asteroid field; the interior of his decoy empty, he had gone to certain lengths to acquire the tech necessary to fool their scanners to make them think they received heat signatures from the ship, so that it appeared crewed with cargo to plunder.
This was his window of opportunity; it wouldn’t be for long until the pirates figured out something wasn’t right. But it was going to be too late for them to do anything about it by then.
Wasting not a precious moment, The Giant shot forth towards the pirate ship like an arrow from a bow, after he let go of the asteroid in the apex of his pull up.
Although his awe inspiring stature was anything but small, he was certainly not large enough to be detected by their sensors, and with calculated and short bursts of thrust from his jetpack, it wasn’t for long till he reached the ship’s starboard side; expertly landing on his feet on the ship’s hull, he quickly got to work, and made his infiltration point into the ship with his wristmounted plasma cutter.
As soon as he set foot into the interior, Kranak welded the hull plating back to its place in a matter of a few moments. The bridge crew would not be getting a ‘depressurization warning’ any time soon. Landing feet first into an empty hallway, it took no longer than a moment to figure out where he needed to go, having studied the layout of the ship beforehand, and began making his way to the ship’s brig.
With scramblers and jammers built into his armor activated, the defensive measures against an intruder such as himself no longer became an issue; turrets fell silent, and security holo-cameras detected his presence not. His silenced blaster rifle brought to bear before him as he moved at a swift and brisk pace, the pirate crew unfortunate enough to cross paths with him in the hallways met their demise by his hand, their existence snuffed out in mere moments with a blaster bolt.
His advance unimpeded, he found himself before the brig’s entrance before long.
The blast door granted him entrance after a quick slice; as it opened with a soft mechanical whine and allowed Kranak access, the blaster rifle in his hands sang its deadly song at the squeeze of its trigger the moment he set foot inside. Plucked full of blaster bolts, the guards in the brig’s control room fell one after the other. Taken by complete surprise, few had the time to free a blaster from their holsters or bring the rifle in their hands to bear towards the intruder; even fewer had the opportunity to return fire at the Mandalorian before he nailed them.
The Giant stepped over the unmoving body of a guard in his way as he walked towards the control room’s console, when the blasters fell silent in the wake of a short lived, one sided firefight; effortlessly he pulled away the corpse of another one of the guards, slumped over lifelessly on the panel showing security camera feeds on each cell. With a meaty thud the body fell to the ground on his back, shrouding the feed no longer.
And there she was. Alive, and in relatively one piece.
Quickly, The Giant dipped down behind the console, only to emerge with a code cylinder in his hands he took from the pockets of the unmoving corpse nearby, and swiftly made his way to the cell she they held her in; the apprehension whether she was still kicking or not was now completely erased after seeing her alive.
The impenetrable ray shield that effectively barred her freedom, dissipated with a descending thrum a moment after he inserted the code cylinder into the socket of the small control panel.
<”So who did you piss off this time?”> With a sarcastic tone of voice The Giant asked the Shistavanen in the cell as he assumed a more relaxed posture; although his features were shrouded underneath the helm, Kranak offered her a warm smile nevertheless.
