Location: E-2 Asteroid Mining Vehicle, Strange Asteroid Emitting Holonet Signals
Objective: Get Into Places We Shouldn't
"You got i- uh, as you wish. Your... Grace." Captain Owen Stars fumbled with the commlink before awkwardly putting it back onto the receiver. He began to make his way back over to the helm when there was a sudden quaking. Owen stumbled, but caught himself on the railing behind the pilots' section. There was a flurry of beeping noises and flashing lights that started up. Already the hands of both pilots were moving around quickly, flipping switches and hitting buttons. As they went, the noises died one by one and the lights stopped flashing. But this was all a little overwhelming for Owen Stars, who stood himself up uneasily.
"What's happening? What just happened? What's going on?"
The pilot looked over his shoulder at Owen. He regarded his captain with an almost lethal amount of contempt, then returned to his business with a muted scoff. Before Owen could start scream-stammering about insubordination, the co-pilot answered his question. "We've cut all the way through. Asteroid's been breached."
As he said that, there was a groaning noise as the plasma drill rose out of the bored hole. From here it looked small, but it was large enough to fit two humanoid droids side by side.
"Already?" Owen bleated, "But I just hung up already!"
"Deploying probes," the pilot announced. swiveling over to a different station. There were several soft thumps as a few droids detached themselves from the underside of the ship and sped towards the open access point. Once inside, they would override the locks on the hangar doors and make way for Lord Saarai's corvette.
The co-pilot, meanwhile, was making preparations to seal the hole back up - presumably with the same drill that opened it in the first place. He still found time to talk to Owen, though. "Just call him back."
"So soon? No, no, you can't call twice in a row like a minute apart. That's weird. He'll think I'm weird."
No amount of machine noises currently filtering through to the bridge could drown out the sound of the pilot as he snorted. Loudly. Owen looked both bewildered and infuriated as he swung his head back and forth between the co-pilot and pilot, trying to decide who to yell at first. Eventually he decided on the co-pilot. "What the hell's he laughing at?"
Turning back to the console, the co-pilot shrugged. "Nothing. Are the droids in, Clem?"
"Yeah," said the pilot, who was ostensibly named Clem.
"Alright, baby, let's crack this guy open."
Owen stood behind them both, positively fuming, as the droids sliced into the hangar controls and the access hole was sealed once again. Air would stop gushing from the hangar now and conditions would soon normalize once again, meaning the impending flood of Sith Inquisitors would be able to function as normal. Everything in the hangar was probably a little tossed around, though, and the bridge crew did notice some stray floating knick-nacks that had been sucked up and out of the breach. Tools and such. A crate or two. Aside from that and the smattering of asteroid dust and debris on the ground, things would be fine. As fine as they could be.
Moments later, the particle shields necessary to keep the hangar from venting activated and the hangar doors crumbled open. Owen attempted to hail Lord Saarai to inform him of this development, even though he could probably see it himself.
[member="Jacob Crawford"] | [member="Darth Filiae"] | [member="Venthis Zambrano"] | [member="Emile Kaiden"] | [member="Darth Caecus"] | [member="Darth Saarai"]