Vega halted in her motion around the ship and glanced down towards the ground. This. . . Vibration she was sensing. It coursed through the ship, supposedly hum of acknowledgement that the engines were prepping in order to perform a hyperspace jump of some kind. Where it was going remained unbeknown to her, but she weren't intending to leave - oh no. Her earlier glance around the hangar informed her there was valuable cargo. Mostly fuel, but if it was the kind of fuel used for the kind of ship she was currently among, it was worth sticking around for. She could only imagine what else lingered on board this wing, but there was only one logical way of finding that out. Well, two ways, but the latter of the choices meant hacking into the database of the wing from on board her craft. Considering she was already out of the 'Predator, she sought to exploring the rest of the cargo first hand. At least that way she also knew it was genuine.
While the craft appeared to be boosting its engines to perform a jump, Vega - with rifle in hand - left the hangar to deepen herself within the wing. Workers on board appeared to ignore her, most likely due to the fact she was accepted on board so supposedly posed their own threat. While they tended to minding their own business, Vega caught her eye on two, carrying cargo back and forth from down the hallway she stood before. By the looks of it they were taking the crates of unknown contents into some room, before sealing the door behind them and tapping in a password to secure it. From there they walked into another room, picked up another crate, and repeated their actions. Vega waited patiently till they repeated their actions at least three times before she acted on anything. The Sith awaited for them to unlock the door to drop off their cargo before she approached the open doorway to the room. She fell silent, witnessing masses of crates piled one on top of the other. Whatever they had within this room, she wanted to know.
The workers threw her a glance, halting in their path considering she blocked the doorway returning to the hall. With genuine kindness accompanying their lilt, they apologized and asked if it was possible for her to move. Vega calmly refused, gliding a hand across her side to use her knowledge of the force to close the door but behind her. It didn't lock, thankfully, but the workers frowned before repeating their question in a more demanding tone. To that, Vega failed to respond. Instead, she maneuvered her hand towards her side, detaching a canister from her belt which she threw before them. It rolled between the two, quickly seeping a white sheet of smoke which clouded the room. What was seeping out was in fact compressed smoke accompanied with carbon monoxide. It spread out a lot faster due to the speed the smoke seeped from the canister, giving Vega enough time to back her gun into the side of both workers heads as they attempted to purify their breaths. They fell quite simply due to being incapacitated by the elements stored within the canister, but they weren't dead, nor should result to death considering Vega wasn't intending to remain within the room for long. She had her respirator strapped around her mouth though, so exposure was of no threat to her.
Vega wandered towards of the crates behind them, lifting open the lid once the smoke died down to make her sight on the contents at least translucent. She waved her hand over the crate to clear the smoke and gain sight on the contents, coughing in surprise to what she bared witnessed. Nothing; nothing but fuel lingered within one or two crates, while the rest appeared merely empty. She didn't have to open the rest to discover they held nothing. A tap of fingers against the crates signified how hollow and empty they were, where the first two failed to echo the sound of her fingers colliding with the material. No wonder they said there was nothing to spare. She didn't need fuel, but perhaps it was better than nothing unless she gained access to another wing. She'd need some sort of clearance to do that, though. She was lucky enough to get to this room, but that was due to the fact they'd already opened the door. The rest she passed appeared to desire some sort of clearance she didn't currently posses. Vega closed the crates for now though and opened the vents in the room she also closed through the art of the force. The smoke and 'monoxide was beginning to depart through the vents, but Vega wanted to wait so there was barely any left for when she opened the door. If smoke glided out, other works would likely be suspicious and question her.
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