Event Escape from Mataou - Broken Steel

[Newton]

Well, this went to from a one to a negative 5 real quick...

Dozens of droids over there taking pot shots at the group. Not only has he never seen weapons like those beam tubes before, he hasn't seen antique droids like those before. His first instinct as someone who doesn't wade into pitched battles all the time was to dive down closer to the walls. He was still prepared to engage in in gunplay however, he would then be crouching next to lower his profile and minimize the chance of getting hit.

He prepared himself for a firefight though and he is practiced with a pistol. Newton would fire two blaster shots, one shot for two targets across the hall. The Blackwell-made heavy blaster shreds through modern-day armor no problem with direct hits, it also should make quick work of the relics of a bygone age even with straightforward direct hits. That would hopefully help thin down the number of Volkite droids along with the others efforts.

After he was done shooting, he was hearing a buzz saw noise and plasma torch? Looking beind he sees 5 small droids. ::"Where did they come from":: he thought. Newton must not have been looking hard enough if they came through a side door or hatch. Newton recognizes those sabotage droids though, they are from the Clone Wars. Newton, still keeping crouched would fire a shot at the one of the buzz droids attacking the woman that looks like a Cathar (@christhebetrayer). The IG droid, should be able to handle the two buzz droids it on it's own, but the one other lady is helping it. The dark figure seems to be dealing with the one that's just launched itself at the group.

The woman woulkd made a break for where the swarm droids came from, but Newton split his attention between the groups of droids on both ends, not commiting to hightailing it yet, but will do so if he deems safe enough. @AutoFox @Painus

 

[Cyrene Nilar]

hearing a hatch burst up accompanied with the whirring of devices, turning with pistol ready, as she took aim and fired at one, the other was shot, she turned to see who it was. Looking at the man in the suit and gave him a silent nod. (@The Good Doctor )

With the immediate threat to her life done with she quickly took cover from the archaic droids further down the ramp and made her way to where the young woman had seemed to found a route that didn’t involve fighting hordes of droids.

She squeezed past the woman, her pistol ready for the possibility of new enemies to appear in their new direction she would wait for others to the group before she moved on.

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[The Storyteller]

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IG-0R was not surprised that the organics bringing up the rear didn’t detect the enemies coming at them from behind but it was slightly surprised that they had not detected those ahead either. It had believed, perhaps mistakenly, that organics had optical sensors of adequate sophistication to spot enemies right ahead of them. Of course they were limited spectrum of light they could perceive and a reliance on visible light to see – such a weakness.

One of the ‘buzzdroids’ coming at the IG unit managed to scratch the side of its torso unit with the buzzsaw attachment before one of the organics started shooting. The shots were either accurate or they were not – IG-0R cared not as it simply took a step back and opened fire with its own blaster rifle, a shot for each buzzdroid. With such a split attention, the simplistic minds of the floating annoyances would be destroyed one way or another.

Rotating its torso unit around fluidly, IG-0R started laying down fire at the more distance droids. Aiming high, it stepped further back as it fired off a series of fire shots. Specifically choosing to step back further after noticing how the enemy’s weapons seemed to cut out at a certain distance.

A distance shorter than its own blaster rifle’s optimal range.

“Organics will enter the hatch.”

It was not a request.

“I shall provide fire support and cover the rear, as the pathetic organic Zygerrian has proven herself worthless in that regard.”

IG-0R would continue to lay down another trio of shots at the enemy lines, keeping them occupied long enough for the organics to use the hatch as an alternate route. Even as it aimed to destroy the other droids, IG-0R couldn’t help a thought that was processed too quickly for it to truly register.

What a waste.

Had the Volkites been organic soldiers, they might have faltered as random fire sparked off their armored cylindrical carapaces. Some bolts did penetrate, however, and a few of the ancient war machines toppled smoking to the floor. Their comrades merely did as they were programmed, however, efficiently closing ranks and keeping up their sweeping barrage of massed beam tube fire.

They were not prepared for a hurtling buzz droid, flung by an application of the Living Force, to smash into the middle of their lines, and subsequently detonate with the force of a small concussion grenade. The explosion scattered the antique droids like the bowling pins they vaguely resembled, and the volume of fire immediately slackened.

This of course made the ominous rhythmic clanking of heavy footfalls in the distance much more obvious.

As the group ducked into the hatch, they would find themselves in a passage with rounded walls, the ceiling low enough that they would have to duck their heads. It was long and straight, the walls inset with guttering orange light fixtures, an old style magnetic guide strip set into the floor. There was what looked like some kind of launching rack for the buzz droids in the passage, mounted on a small wheeled vehicle that looked to be designed to operate in the tunnel, apparently driven by an antique astromech droid; it regarded the organics dully, making no move to impede them.

The tunnel obviously went somewhere, and crucially, was too low to accommodate pursuit by the Volkites outside.

 

[Vizim]

If Vizim had stuck around to observe the outcome of his droid fling, he would have been quite happy with the outcome. While the blaster bolts seemed to do next to nothing and he was far too far away for a lightsaber, the explosion seemed to do the trick.

His attention, however, was now fully on getting out of the line of fire. Did he like creepy side tunnels? No, he did not. But he liked being in the center of a killzone far less.

For this reason, he didn't make a second's argument as the droid stated they were going in the tunnel. He darted for it, staying low and avoiding fire as well as he could as he all but dove through the tunnel entrance.

His pistol came up as soon as he was through, scanning the room for more threats, though none appeared. This place was a death trap, just because there wasn't a threat now didn't mean there wouldn't be in ten seconds.

Though besides being clear, the first thing Vizim noticed was how cramped it was. It didn't seem designed for humans. Did they have Ugnaughts working here, perhaps?

His eyes glanced uncomfortably at the rack of droids as he passed by, but pressed onward, pistol in hand, hoping this tunnel lead somewhere useful. @AutoFox @Painus

 

[Newton]

Everything seems to have fell into place. The dark figure must be some sort of force user, he took the droids shooting beam tubes out them out of the fight for a bit. Knocking them down like a house of cards. That will help a lot no doubt. Newton would then hurry to the tunnel, using this opportunity, he was sure to keep his head down however. He didn't wait for the IG droid to tell them to get in the hatch.

He did not expect the verbal beatdown he delivered to the cat woman. It said she was worthless. More weird than anything, that catwoman was a Zygerrian. Newton thought she was a Cathar. If he recalls Zygerrians were known for their slave empire. More than likely she is a slaver too. She really can't be trusted, maybe Newton shouldn't have tried helping her.

Newton would have to go through the cramp, low tunnels like everyone else, he still had a blaster in his hand through. They would then get to what appeared to be the launch station for those buzz droids. At least there are no more of those for now. There was an old astromech droid though, docile, not doing anything. He reminded Newton of M7, his companion droid, although this astromech droid in front of him is way older. How Newton wishes he was with his droid...

Newton would get closer to the small to droid and then ask "Hey little guy, what's your name?" in a nice manner. Newton knows binary, naturally for a professional droid engineer. If he would respond to the question as intended, he would then follow up with "Are you able to show us the quickest way to the central mainframe going this way" gesturing the path the group is heading through right now. He worded that so the droid won't try showing them the way them just came through. Sometimes droids can be thinking very literally.

The Blackwell Manager thought maybe since the droid isn't impeding them, it wouldn't hurt to ask. If it refuses, no skin of their bones. If the droid accepts, then that's a positive.

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[Allegra]

The moment the others ducked in, she would nod, and allow the IG the pleasure of being a rear guard for the time being, but... she had to admit, something about this unit vaguely unsettled her. Narrowing her eyes through the helm, she stiffly attempted to shuffle past the cat and the other female. Each detail was taken in, even the claustro lowered ceiling and the janky astro droid.

Her fingers were still a tight, professional grip on her blaster, gritting her jaw at the expanse that yawned out before them. With the risk of more droids coming out, there was still a risk of assault, and in this smaller passageway, it threatened to be a box canyon. Not for the first time, did she feel a squeezing of anxiety around her gut. She would stalk with the Force user and slightly behind, but couldn't help feeling a prickle of unease attune her senses.

If she ever made it out of here alive, she was going to go on a long kriffin' vacation.

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[Casany Praxor]

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It wasn’t any sense of nobility that Cas hung back even as she had been closest to the hatch just discovered. It was simply practicality. Igor commanded and demanded that he would provide fire support and cover the rear and he would get no arguments. Still, Cas had a rifle whose scope allowed her to see better and, well, she was a Mandalorian warrior who could probably fight better than most in her troupe save for, perhaps, the other Mandalorian with armor to back up his creed. Unlike him, she had but a poncho. Still, she had guts and she sought to keep them where they were by covering the group’s escape.

Whether or not Gett’se beat her to it, Cas scrambled for the hatch at the back of the line, narrowly evading beam-fire thanks to Igor’s heroism—such as it was. Taking the rear this time, she constantly checked behind her advance, searching for threats that might have bypassed the IG to tail the escapees. None were spotted. She wasn’t any more calmed, given the circumstances.

Navigating through the passage, Cas heard someone speak, or close to. It was Corporate, clearly speaking to the astromech though the language of droids was not one that had ever come quite so clearly the woman herself. Gripping her rifle close and ducking her head without much choice, she capitalized on the conversation by acknowledging the other Mandalorian in the tunnel.

“Hey vod”, Cas called simply. “Sujimis. Pantoran fighter pilot, Sector Ranger, Trandoshan pirate…” She thought back to that occasion with a smile, remembering Gett'se, Rylee Asuchi, Corran Velt and Park Salal and also that she had yet been gassed unconscious before this latest incident after all. “Ring any bells?”


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[Gett'se Vizsla]

IG-0R didn't have to speak twice when he ordered the organics down the hatch as everyone filed out of one death tunnel and into the other. Having backpedaled behind the Hutt assassin droid, Gett'se let his rifle drop onto its sling and briefly pointed his pistol at the ceiling as he rushed to the other side of the hallway to the hatch before leveling the pistol out once more after the allied droid was out of his firing line. Triggering another trio of heavy bolts into the chests of the distantly approaching box droids, Gett'se slipped into the maintenance tunnel behind the poncho wearing woman, covering the entrance until IG-0R decided to slip in with them.

Out of the kill box and into... well it looked like another kill box to the Mandalorian.

"'Psycho' Salal." Gett'se grunted in affirmation that he remembered the bounty and the standoff that had ultimately led nowhere. Deactivating his thermal vision his eyes flashed to the now familiar face, familiar only because she so flagrantly displayed her face back then as she did now. "He the one who skinned you?" His tone neutral but holding just a hint of disdain as his eyes briefly examined her lack of iron skin.

As soon as IG-0R was through the hatch, Gett'se would slam it closed with a resounding thud. The echo was unsettling in the small enclosure and his paranoia which had been through the roof before, well, the roof was tighter and it was probably in atmosphere by now as he eyed the maintenance corridor behind them, letting the others up front figure out where they were going.

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[Cyrene Nilar]

the place was certainly not made for them but appeared to be some sort of access tunnel. she crouched looking down one of the corridors, her pistol up and ready while the guy spoke to the astromech.

she would turn her head slightly to the woman who opened the door (@Killa Ree ) “good work, the names Cyrene” she spoke out her voice muffled slightly by the mask. If she was going to die down she rather not die with complete strangers.

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[The Gatekeeper]

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IG-0R was glad that the organics had decided to get themselves out of the line of fire. It might not actually care if they died but it would be inconvenient to attempt to access the main computer alone. Having literal meat-shields would be the optimal solution to the problems presented by being alone when it integrated the program with the central computer. Less likely to be shot into non-functionality while it was otherwise occupied.

It would continue to lay down suppressing fire on the enemy droids until the last of the organics had managed to get into the tunnel. Once again it seemed that some of them were causing delays and the IG unit ran a small thought process to evaluate the cost/benefit of shooting the slower ones dead and proceeding with those that had shown haste.

Analysis... too costly for too little benefit.

No shooting organics in the back for being cumbersome and fleshy. Instead, IG-0R backed into the tunnel at the rear of the group. Although it was too tall to stand up in the tunnel, the IG unit did not care. Bending at the waist at a 90 degree angle, the droid's 'neck' section did the same, turning the droid into a strange S shaped bend that allowed it to look dead ahead (and behind) without needing to stoop like the organics did.

Their backs and necks would snap to attempt the kind of contortion that IG-0R had accomplished. Its receptors landed on Newton and the astromech droid. Standing behind the astromech so that Newton could see, the IG unit showed it's connector port and gestured with it to the astromech droid. If the organic could not convince the astromech to assist, IG-0R was more than willing to connect to the droid and convince it otherwise as only a droid could to another droid.

The Volkite droids halted their volley as the group passed beyond, communicating nonverbally between themselves and their master. As the last of the group entered the side tunnel, the ominous clanking in the distance grew quieter, dimmed with the shutting of the hatch. Slowly, quietly, they began to make their way down the shaft. Occasionally, the metal would groan and screech with metal-on-metal. The group would see very little beyond the dim maintenance lights, and sight beyond a few meters would be a difficulty without augmentation. Far in the distance, somewhere down the winding tunnels, a whirring scrape could be heard. A distinct noise forgotten from a bygone era of the Clone Wars.

The droid Newton approached regarded him with idle attention, listening to him ask his questions. The eyes it acted as glanced about, observing the interlopers in the facility, before focusing on the man. ”Zero Zero Eight Three One Four,” it replied to the man’s first question in a series of binary beeps. Upon the second question, it took a few moments to process the query. The IG unit leering behind the man threatened its connector, and the unit realized it would likely be incapable of resisting such a probe.

”Follow ahead and down the tunnels to reach turbolift maintenance shaft three. You are currently located in rapid deployment shaft one-one-three-bravo. It is advised to proceed directly ahead.”

The droid beeped and buzzed its response quickly, keeping its visual receptors moving out slowly between the group. It beeped one final time, having completed the question-and-answer segment of the adventure, and returned to idling. Through its eyes, another pair watched, learning. Planning.

Ahead, the group would find the tunnel leads to a sharp L-bend several meters down, and then several winding paths ahead. These tunnels, cramped as they are, appear to go in many different directions. Left, right, up, down, the magnetic guide strip seemed to allow whatever traveled these shafts to rapidly move throughout the facility. Several small man-sized portholes lining the path held ladders that traveled to different levels, but they were tight squeezes, clearly meant for smaller maintenance droids or unfortunate organic serfs. They led to sealed-off maintenance closets used for little more than electrical or mechanical tool storage or the occasional spare part.

Far, far down the tubes, however, the whirring scrape grew louder, as if joined in number or growing closer. It seemed to echo all around the group, and its exact position would be difficult to pinpoint.

The only way was forward, it seemed.

 

[Vizim]

Vizim continued to dislike their situation. Everything about this felt like it was a trip he wouldn't be coming back from. He could hear suit-boy talking to some droid and stopped to listen. Turbolift maintenance shaft? That sounded like it could have been useful.

Vizim assumed the droid hadn't just opened up to the man out of the kindness of his central processor, so Vizim wondered what the man had done to get the information out.

How reliable is that intel? Vizim asked the man in the suit (@The Good Doctor) before continuing on down the hall. Vizim wasn't incredibly educated about the Clone Wars beyond what the average person knew, and as the sounds in the distance grew louder, and though Vizim didn't know what they were. What he could guess, however, was that they weren't good.

He took a turn down the L-shaped path and continued on. Despite the many paths that seemed to branch off of these tunnels, he stuck to the straight, hoping to find the turbolift maintenance shaft that had been mentioned.

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[Newton]

How reliable was the intel, the dark figure asked him. Newton would then shrug towards him "Take with a grain of salt. Not much else to go off of unless we want to go through those droid armies." the man with the suit said. Newton would like to believe what the droid says and hopefully what it says gets them closer on the path of shutting down this mainframe and getting out of here, but things are not always as they seem, not everything is as they say .etc .etc.

Newton could only do as the droid say, 'proceed directly ahead'. So that's what he's going to do. Of course he will be weary. There could be another Hutt bot (or whatever) around a corner. But at least they don't have to charge into a throng of droids. Newton say all the small portholes and stuff, it Newton would grimace as it would go to show how big this facility is.

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[Casany Praxor]

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“Hm?” It took a moment before Cas realized that Gett’se had been referring to her lack of armor when he asked if one Trandoshan pirate had skinned her. She recalled how this other Mandalorian had not taken too kindly to Cas’ having her helmet at her hip when they had first met. He’s one of those… They just can’t get over it, can they? “Nope.” She smiled. “Whoever caught me did so while I was happily drinking and likely couldn’t fight back very well.” She looked her counterpart up and down, noting the iron skin still attached. “What’s your excuse?”

As the group traversed the tunnels Cas could hear more than she could see. Whatever and wherever that whirring scrape was it sounded like machines. That made sense given that they were heading toward the central mainframe so there was bound to be some metal moving somewhere along the line. However, as Corporate answered Mask’s question with a less than reassuring mention of “droid armies”, it didn’t take much imagination to wonder if the lot of them were just being led into a trap. By Astro, by Igor, by one of our very selves…

She shook her head, not liking the situation but liking the fact that she still had her weapons even if she did not have her armor. She had an IG unit that served as weapon and armor all at once. “Hey, Igor,” Cas nodded toward the droid. “This battle computer your Hutt masters put in charge of the armory...doesn’t it have some kind of defense against being reprogrammed? I mean, whatever it was made for it clearly broke its chains. Sounds like ‘programming’ has its...iffiness…” She shrugged. “Just wondering if there’s a Plan B in case Plan A doesn’t go as...eh...planned?”



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[Allegra]

So it seemed like there was nowhere to go but straight. Great.

She glared through her helmet at the group there, wishing not for the first time she was up in the air in a ship, rather than here. Why her in the first place, anyways? She wasn't a 'champion' anything... but at the suited guy's(@The Good Doctor ) statement about going through droid armies, she gave off a quiet huff.

"I wouldn't mind a good firefight, but unfortunately there isn't enough firepower, even with odds in organic favor."

That being said, she wouldn't mind having to give a go at the computer programming herself. Or even taking the ancient machine for herself...

An immortal army didn't sound so bad, provided they didn't try to kill her first.

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[Gett'se Vizsla]

"Best guess, the last job was a trap." Gett'se replied with a slight sigh. He really wasn't happy about getting gassed by what was likely his employer. Really unhappy. If, no, when he got out of here he would make sure they paid. And not in cash.

By his accounts Clan Inijic had just racked up quite the tab, and he was going to get what he was owed.

With interest.

Gett'se was a little bit unsettled by the way IG-0R had contorted himself. Walking in a crouch himself, Gett'se held his blaster pistol at the ready, pointed at the ceiling as he followed the group. He wasn't going to be taken unawares this time.

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[Cyrene Nilar]

they had a direction now whether it was a trap or not was debatable but it's like they much of choice, a whole lot of something was in here with them and by sounds of it was closing on them.

she followed the group, sticking to centre after what happened last time, pistol ready until they reached the divergent paths, the droids had said straight ahead best guess would have been the one going down which the monochromatic dressed man went down. she hoped it wasn't another trap but she knew there was a high chance that it was. “Nothing ventured, Nothing gained.” she whispered under her voice.

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[The Gatekeeper]

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IG-0R could have been upset that the organics had chosen to just take the astromech at its word and not allow the IG unit to force the droid to accompany them, but it did not. Instead it merely retracted the connector and gave both Newton and the astromech in question a look. Considering its optics, it may be as close to a ‘dirty look’ as the unit was possible of making.

The idea that the suited organic could ascertain the truth from a fellow droid better than IG-0R itself was insulting. It reminded itself of its own calculations as to the cost/benefit of shooting the suited organic dead for the slight. IG-0R had wanted to connect to the astromech and get everything moving but apparently it was not trustworthy. Either that or a human interacted with droids better than another droid.

Such a suggestion would warrant laughter, its programming confirmed.

One of the organics spoke to IG-0R as it continued to bring up the rear. The receptors pivoted to fix the female with its gaze.
“The level of programming required to override and shut down the existing one is beyond you.” IG-0R confirmed as though there was little to no chance of anything less than this being absolutely factual, “Its source is older than the Republic and requires mastery not only of modern programming but also ancient Hutt and Enemy programming.”

There was a pause as IG-0R allowed their organic processors to slowly boot up properly and accept the truth that was being spoken.

“If Plan B involves a blaster, you will be failing the objective of the mission. This would not bode well for any involved.”

Z1MM scanned through the banks of cameras, motion detectors and other sensors it had access to, the electronic equivalent of grumbling occupying its spare run-time as it fruitlessly attempted to locate the intruders. The Volkite shock troops had seen them enter one of the seeker deployment tubes - these "buzz droids" could prove very useful, although Z1MM would not risk more of them yet - but the surveillance system in the tunnels was inexcusably sparse. It was, Z1MM decided, typical Hutt inefficiency and inferior design.

Had Daritha Xim designed this fortress, it would be utterly impregnable! What was more, every crevice would have been monitored by high-resolution stereo-television surveillance. The High Command did not suffer its enemies to skulk about unobserved in its own territory!

The machine clattered, relays and tape drives working as it reviewed what it knew of the tunnels. This boded poorly; if they were intelligent, and those who assumed their enemies were otherwise seldom prospered, the intruders would use the network to take a very direct route to the command level. They would have to negotiate an air-handling junction, however, and that could perhaps be a choke-point... Z1MM reviewed the forces it had available.

Mediocre... but in those confines, they shall have to do.

"Attention, B1 squadron A. Deploy to air-handling junction 37 Alpha."

As the chorus of "roger roger" was returned by the droids - fragile things which had not been able to stand up to an army of inferior organic clones, but they were flexible enough to fit in the deployment tubes - Z1MM briefly made contact with one of the "lesser" droids under its control, an astromech which had been put in charge of a buzz droid deployment cart. The droid seemed to begin giving a report, before suddenly a very strange databurst came over the connection, and the droid was abruptly cut off. Z1MM tried to reestablish the connection, but there was nothing.

Had the ancient computer been able, it would have frowned. For an instant, Z1MM had felt... a strange presence in the connection. Something that was decidedly not a low-order astromech.

What is going on in there?

 

[Vizim]

Vizim listened to the conversation going on behind them, but didn't comment. If their only possible plan was getting the droid to this console or whatever, then perhaps it was good the thing was at the back of the group. The Sith may not have liked having an armed potential hostile behind him, but he also didn't like being trapped in a death facility either.

He continued onward, hoping to find their next junction quickly, though something seemed... off. For his life - and his life was on the line - he couldn't tell what was wrong, but something felt off. Trappy. Of course, he didn't mention it to his teammates on account of not wanting to tell them he was Sith, but he moved forward with greater caution, hoping to catch the creatures off guard if there was anyone ahead.

He turned back and held a finger up to his mouth - or rather where his mouth was behind the mask - to indicate quiet from the group. He figured sound could travel a great distance in these tunnels, and the last thing they wanted to do was announce their arrival.

He jerked a finger ahead down the tunnel to indicate he'd "heard" something, though whether it was that or just his Forcey senses tingling was irrelevant. Or perhaps it was nothing at all.

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[Allegra]

She couldn't help but feel another rock of trepidation settle in her stomach as she listened to Igor mention that they would fail without him. Somehow, that just felt off. This didn't help that the other Helmet Head Force Guy (@Phoenix) seemed to indicate silence. She lifted her blaster, deliberately making her step lighter and keeping an ear out as well. If she could, she wanted to avoid another box canyon like last time.

But there were so many other paths they could go, she wasn't sure she could trust the astromech's word on an air shaft.

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[Gett'se Vizsla]

Gett'se followed the lead of the point man through the tunnels, stooping uncomfortably and trying not to bang his head and jetpack too often against the cramped corridor. He was used to such things but one could never perfectly account for the occasional jutting metal boxes that housed the various conduits that travelled through such enclosures.

Clang

Gett'se's helmet glanced off one such light fixture, the small sound echoing through the service corridor. Oops. He thought to himself, feeling only mildly embarrassed and not overly eager to call even more attention to his somewhat less than quiet movement clad in beskar'gam as he was. The beskar'gam did that well enough on its own.

Spotting the signal for quiet and indication that hostiles may be ahead, Gett'se held his blaster at the ready in his left hand, trying to be even more careful about making noises than he had before. As if that would help.

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