Salvage Party

[Horus Tempest]

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"We're coming up on the freighters now. I have no idea how to get from one to the other - timing says we can jump to the next one over when they refuel. Apparently we can't make this a big thing, we have a hostage on board. They bought our cover story, but by the time they search her we'll be well on our way. Rescue the Captain..." Horus paused, giving a sly grin while muttering, "...seems simple enough..."

The hiss and clank of the freighter latching onto the main transport greeted his ears. He'd already taken the liberty of donning his oxygenated space suit, which would allow them to sneak out the top port - the one they where all positioned around, a ladder that led directly to the roof of the freighter - and infiltrate with none being the wiser. Alliance Command had been kind enough to inform them the alarm systems would be non-operational. They could blast their way in, or find an alternative. Taking a deep breath, for reasons that are beyond even him, Horus began to climb the ladder

Clank.

His heart began to increase in increments higher than usual. His pulse heightened. Adrenaline began to surge.

Clank.

Oh kriff

He reached for his blaster, just to ensure it was still there, he could feel the vibrosword securely fastened in a case containing his loadout, concussion grenades and all. His heart continued to pound as he mounted.

Clang.

"Here goes nothing! Wish me luck."

He reached the very top of the ladder and activated his visor, which hissed shut. The hatch would open long enough for him to exit without affecting the other two below, who he looked down and offered a sincere smile. And then he flipped the switch, and the rush of air lifted him from The Winter's Crest' hull. His magboots locked onto the metal surface below, and he began to walk the surface of the transport freighter, making his way to a hatch on the north side. It took him a few moments to reach it, before kneeling down, double checking his allies where on the way, and beginning to melt the exterior metal away. A high powered torch did the job, slowly burning the metal until it was blackened and bending. They where in.

--Dice Rolls--​

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@Fey Aadedai @Plebometer

 

[Fey Meraska]

Fey watched as Horus ascended up the ladder towards the hatch as she finished securing her own space suit which she had put on over a simple orange pilot jumpsuit. "I'll be right behind you." Fey assured, then secured her twin daggers into their sheathes on a utility belt she had donned for the mission, tucked beside her blaster pistol. After slinging her staff over her shoulder she pulled her four long braids into her helmet and secured the visor.

The blue-skinned woman reached for the ladder that led up the port, activating the same switch that had let Horus out of the latch. Activating the magboots of her spacesuit as she felt the sharp hiss of oxygen being sucked from around her body, and the dull feeling of being weightless came over her. Although she was grounded to the hull of The Winter's Crest, she still felt slightly out of her element now in open space.

Fey followed in the steps of Horus, and she stood back a bit as she watched him burn through the hatch on the outside of the freighter. The woman lifted her wrist to the small panel that was built into the spacesuits and connected to the comms system of her companions. "Once we're in, whats the plan?" Fey considered their options. But with the fact that this was a covert mission with high stakes for the Alliance, she knew they had to be tactful in their thinking ahead of time. ​

@TheMorrigan @Plebometer

 

[Eisa Swan]

Shuffling along behind the group, the Fiery haired teen internally cursed her small stature. Here she was doing a space walk to try and sneak on-board a ship, wearing a suit designed for most average adults. Which fir Eisa meant her suit was far to big fir her and the cumbersome way it lolloped from one side to the over seemed to add to the overall feeling of looking completely ridiculous. Her eyes looking through the tinted visor of her space suit helmet, watching Horus cut through the freighters outer hull as Fey reached down to a wrist mounted controller, before her voice rang out in the fiery haired teens ear piece. The blue hues woman asking what the plan was, which was perhaps the best thing to figure out. The teen's brow furrowed briefly as the initial thoughts of why didn't we figure that out before we started.

still fey raised a pretty solid point, what should they do once they get on-board thr ship, thier mission was to free a hostage that had been taken, obviously they Goulding go in guns blazing but it was doubtful that it would hep the hostage much. No what they needed was stealth, the Element of suprise and of course be extremely careful not to raise alarms.

Pursing her lips in thought the fiery haired teen mused in what would be a good course of action, her gaze moving away from the group and onto the ship they were standing upon. "I can tinker with the ships systems" the teen offered over the shared com chanel. "set off some system failures to pull thier attention away from guarding the hostage, distract them enough for you two to free the hostage and get all out." she continued as she gestured to thr ship beneath them. "If can get into thr service crawl spaces then I'd be able to move about the ship pretty easily without them spotting me" Eisa added with a shrug that was barely visible among the frumpy looking space suit that looked more like it had been resting against the back of a chair.

Carefully Eisa crouched down beside Horus, and used a mag grapple hook to lift away the freshly cut access panel into the ship's out hull. Her gaze intently looking over the aperture that lay before them before she deactivated the grapple and allowed the panel to float harmlessly into space away from them.

Peeking down into the entrance, Eisa scrutinised the sight before her, a light murmuring coming over the channel as her hand shifted about as if tracing an unseen series of corridors beneath them. "I think I know where we are" the teen commented as she returned her attention to the other two rebels. "This leads into the unpressurised maintenance corridors, this should be a good way in, no one uses them unless theyre in atmo, There'd be an airlock right near the main hold." she added before squatting down and lowering herself down into the unlit space, before turning off her mag boots and activating her wrist mounted flash light before leading the others towards the air lock.

After slowly and carefully traversing the corridor, using her hands to silently pull her weightless body forwards. Knowing that heavy magnetic boot steps within the inner hull of the ship would echo louder than the pounding headache she had as a result of the hang over received in the wake of the celebrations of Anoat signing an allowance with the rebel cause.

Nearing the airlock Eisa pulled herself over to the control panel and pryed it open to access the door control wiring. "just about There" the teen commented as she fiddled with the wiring. "You guys good with waitin for the diversions? She added as she worked her magic, figuring in the time it would take for Eisa to work around the safety locking mechanisms for the door they could refine their plan.

 

[Horus Tempest]

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"Well all we have to do is get in quietly. Which is surprisingly harder than anticipated only 75 percent of the time." Horus thought back on the first mission he had taken, how he'd crashed his vessel into a horde of incoming Mercenaries. What a time that had been. "If you want to tinker go ahead, it may throw them off, but it'll also alert them that something is wrong."

He stowed the torch back in his flight suit's utility belt, something he really ought to pick up for his loadout, and clipped the pack containing his gear to the magnetic strip located on the back of the thing. Say what you want about space suits, they certainly had utility, which was something that Horus could always appreciate. He kneeled down and fiddled with his comms for a moment, which had begun to scramble slightly, before turning them and returning them to normal. He descended after Eisa, falling gracefully and landing without making a sound. Stealth was something he was used to, no point barging around and nearly dying like last time. This time around, he moved over so that Fey could get down herself, and immediately began to unpack his loadout completely. One sword on his back, another being clasped to his waist, and his concussion grenades taking their place in the temprorary utility belt that he really never wanted to give back. He followed Eisa's lead.

"Unpressurized, eh? We have to be careful not to leak any pressure into the cabin and give ourselves away in that regard. As for the plan, we need to locate the hostages first. Due to the heavily fortified nature of this place we don't have a lot of intel. We'll need to move fast and keep on our toes, nobody remembers we were here!"

Looking over at the redhead, he nodded to her offer to wait for distarctions. Yet another test of patience, it seems Master Luy's words rang true. He would not allow his emotions to intercede on his behalf, and instead set about resetting the exothermic cutting tool he'd used prior. Still, he felt the need to warn her about the possiblities of alerting them to any system errors, for fear they would track the source back to the console. He was hesitant to allow her to go alone, but she was the smallest among them, and it only made sense. He would have done the same had the situations been reversed, this is something Horus knew. Nodding a second time, he gave her a smile through the helmet, and turned back to Fey as Eisa set her plan into motion. Before she entered, he did say one last thing over the comms.

"Try not to draw them to you, make it seem like a system malfunction. I doubt that will be difficult, but in case it is, forgo the plan entirely and meet up just beyond the airlock."

@Fey Aadedai @Plebometer

 

[Eisa Swan]

Stepping through the Airlock, the Fiery hair teen shuffled as far into the chamber to allow room for the others to squeeze in before sealing the door behind them shut, a dull hissing sound rang out from all around them as the chamber re-pressurized. A light grin crossing the teen's features as Horus spoke over the comm to her, cautioning the young teen not to draw unwarranted attention in her direction. "oh don't worry about me" Eisa responded back with a light chuckle before opening the door into the main hull of the ship once the pressurization cycle completed. Stepping into the corridor the teen took a cautionary glance around her, before quickly reaching for the fastenings of her helment and space suit.

"Can slip about a ship with ease" The fiery haired teen spoke after removing her helmet before proceeding to remove her outer suit. Revealing her slight framed body, clad in a simple tank top and combat trousers with various tools attached and protruding from the loops and pockets. "There is a good reason why they call me titch" she added with a light chuckle as she set down her space suit behind a stack of cargo containers so it was hidden from view should any one venture into the cargo hold of the ship whilst the rebels were sneaking about the other areas of the ship.

Kneeling down beside a maintenance access hatch, the teen looked up to the other two rebels whilst she opened up the access hatch. "This cargo hold should be a good extraction point, might be an idea to try and source another space suit if we are going to sneak out with the hostage" she spoke before lowering her legs into the recently opened aperture, and sliding down into the maintenance crawl space below the decking plates. "Remember wait for the distraction, Fey, keep an eye on him so he doesn't go in guns blazing like last time" The teen added as a parting jibe to Horus before biting down on the handle of a small torch and disappearing down into the concealed depths below and closing the hatch behind her. A light grin crossing her features as she recalled the last mission she had been on with the older teenager, where their entrance on the scene was far from subtle, with him literally dropping the ship atop the mercenaries that had over run the ship yard they were to re-capture.

Concealed deep within the depths of the ships service ducts, the fiery haired teen instantly felt at home and in her element. Swiftly crawling through the winding passage way deeper into the heart of the ship, following the various tracks of cables and pipes until she came to her first target. A small terminal access port designed for the service droids to interface with the ships systems whilst they were carrying out maintenance duties. Shining the torch onto the access port with one hand, the teen retrieved her holopad from her pocket with the other before plugging in a series of interface wires into the port.

Booting up the holopad, the teen waited for the various programmes to load and start interfacing with the ship's computer systems. A broad grin crossing her features she soon was able to gain access to the ship board computer, wasting no time in navigating the various control systems the teen furrowed her brow at the limited access she had to the various systems. It seemed that who ever had owned the ship had the foresight to segregate the critical systems onto a separate processor. Pursing her lips in thought the fiery haired teen regarded the options that were available on the auxiliary systems that she had access to.

Flicking through the list of systems she could manipulate, the teen's attention fell upon the read out for the Damage control system. A cheeky grin crossing her features at the prospect of the fun that she could have with the hostage takers. Opening up the console view on her holopad, the teen studied the layout of the ship, and mentally marked where she and the others were on the starboard side of the ship before focusing her attention onto the areas that would draw the ship's unwanted crew's attention away towards a pressing issue that would require their immediate attention.

With a series of key presses and flicks, the teen targeted the port side engine room paying particular attention towards the fuel processors, overriding the values and triggering a simulated fuel surge on the damage control system. Within seconds the klaxons of the ship sounded out, as an automated warning message played out over the ships tanoy announcing that the port side engines were going critical. Almost on cue the teen could hear the thundering of bootsteps and shouting ring out from above her, making her eyes widen at the realisation at just how close some of the ship's captors were to her and the others. Eisa instinctively killed the power to her torch, and keeping deadly still so not to make any sound that might alert those above to her presence.

 

[Fey Meraska]

The blue woman had nodded in agreement with Eisa's plan. It was the most logical course of action to create a diversion, and if Fey had seen anything about the red-haired girl from their travels in the past she knew that wouldn't be a hard feat for her to accomplish. The young woman couldn't suppress a grin while she listened to their banter, giving her companion and nod and watched Eisa slip into the maintenance hatch. She was going to wreck havoc on some unsuspecting hostage holders.

Fey had shed her own spacesuit, storing it near the other's and now in a plain tan pilots jumpsuit cinched at her waist by a utility belt which held her blaster pistol, daggers and data pad. She had swept her white hair out of the way by tying it in a series of braids down her back. She still had her trusty staff slung around her back for easy retrieval.

"Alright, let's find those hostages." Fey said to Horus, she pulled out her data pad and crossed to a control panel that was positioned on the door that would lead them out of the cargo maintenance hold they had dropped in. She tapped the pad to life, and removed a computer slicer from another facet of her utility belt. "Can you watch my back? We don't know how long Eisa will take." She called to Horus from over her shoulder.

"I'm going to attempt to find the location of the hostages from here," Fey began to Horus, who she assumed was looking out through the corridors for any unwanted attention. But as she focused down on her data pad, even just her first attempt to access a layout of the ship failed. She tsk'ed, tapping quickly through a series of coding that had shown up red on her screen. "Well, that won't do it." Fey quickly backed off as to not set off any sort of alarms through the computers systems.

The Pantoran tapped through some more codes, maneuvering carefully through what she knew were encryptions as best as she could. Although she was no master slicer, she had been able to pick up a technique or two from different rebels she had met through the Alliance. After a few more minutes of searching, she was able to spot some useful information. At the same time, her screen lit up with a warning alarm coming from the engine room and specifically the fuel processors.

The young woman smiled slightly. "She did it." fey whispered to herself, quickly disconnecting from the terminal and making her way to where Horus was. At the same time, an alarm sounded through the ship. "Alright, that's our cue," Fey came to stand next to Horus. "I think I know where they're holding the hostage. There's a cargo hold not unlike this one starboard side. It's locked," fey paused for a moment, listening as a torrent of boots and shouts passed in the corridor quite close to them. "It's locked, which means it's most likely guarded... I think we can get there mostly using these maintenance corridors." Fey pressed her back to the wall she was standing against, her eyes trained and ready in case anyone happened to walk in. ​

 

[Horus Tempest]

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"I mean, it did work last time. Try not to get stuck, dearest..."

With a chuckle, Horus rebuked. Kneeling down, he immediately shed his space suit, taking some time to fiddle with the utility belt and detach it from the armor. Placing the case on the ground, he inputted the code and watched with satisfaction as it hissed open, revealing his weapons. Grabbing the sheathes, he placed one across his chest and fastened it to his back, sheathing the first of two blades there. It was meant to be able to draw quickly, a sufficient design he himself had concocted. The second sheath was strapped to his side, with his primary sword being strapped in with a satisfying clank. He was ready, leaving the case behind as Eisa began to climb into the hatch. Fey seemed to be finished doing up her hair, and they were in business. As a precaution, he reached out with the Force, sensing to see if any other life forms were nearby. He sensed only his immediate allies and muttered a thank you under his breath in response.

"What exactly are you going to- slicing. Ahhh, I remember the days. Yes, it's time to find those buggers and get them to safety. Don't worry, our backs are covered, I won't let anyone sneak up on us."

His eyes widened slightly as the girl stated she wanted to find the hostages location from here. It was daring, too much slicing into the ship's systems might trigger an alarm, hopefully it did not, but Horus knew better than to rely on simple luck. Drawing his blaster, he turned the first corridor and saw a single guardsman patrolling. Kneeling down, he waited until the being was almost on top of him and burst out of nowhere, striking the man in the center mass before blaster whiping him to the ground. Easily done. Turning back to Fey as she tasked, making sure there were no others, before returning to the console.

"Good job, red. Fey, looks like we better get moving. We should wait until... you know where they are? Good."

Tapping on his commlink, he quickly transfered the knowledge over to Eisa before kneeling down to prevent the parade of soldiers from hearing the pair. Rising once more, he turned the corridor and began to make his way towards the hostage location. he managed to get just to the end before making a sharp stop and placing himself against the wall. Any further and he would have alerted every single guard in the corridor. Breathing deeply, he went to kneel down, and heard boots walking towards his location. Turning, he lunged at the first guard, striking him in the face. Turning, he kneed the following guard and spun, emptying his stun rounds into the remaining enemies. Turning back to Fey, he smiled slightly. They needed to meet up with Eisa and keep moving.

@Fey Aadedai @Plebometer

 

[Eisa Swan]

Cautiously the fiery haired teen pushed her way forwards, crawling through the tight confines of the service ducts that ran throughout the length and breadth of the ship. Her eyes adjusting to to dim light, having since foregone the use of her torch due to the close proximity of the ship's hijackers moving about on the decking plates above her. Owing to the dull lighting the teen didn't notice an abandoned arc welder that had been left by whomever was the last one to have done some maintenance within the service void. As soon as her arm brushed past it, the teen froze as the welding arm wobbled before toppling over onto the decking grates with a metallic thud. Her eyes widening as the movement above her came to a stop, muted words being exchanged about whether any one else had heard the noise.

Cussing internally the teen froze up, purposefully slowing her breathing and keeping as deadly still as possible. Hoping to ensure that who ever had heard the toppled arc welder, would dismiss it as nothing to worry about. From above Eisa could hear the muted discussion between the unknown figures above her, before trailing off and falling silent. Being sure to not make a sound, the teen waited for the figures above her to decide whether it was just a one off. After what felt like a tense eternity, the boot steps above her picked up breaking the silence before slowly and gradually the series of boot steps moved away. A light relieved sigh escaped the teen's lips as the sound of footsteps grew quieter, after taking a few moments to regain her composure and proceeding to crawl through the service ducts once more.

As the teen continued deeper along the crawl space, she soon found herself coming upto another access terminal. Reaching her hand back down into her pocket, the fiery haired teen retrieved her holopad and proceeded to interface the cables into the access port before booting up her device once again. After successfully tapping into thr ships systems .the teen proceeded to flick through the available access and system commands, pursing her lips over as to what system she should try and access next.

Looking over the available options, the teen grunted in frustration as she watched the screen lock out, it seemed that the earlier mutiny and the previous attempts to access the ship's system had triggered a security lockdown. Cursing under her breath the teen tapped furiously at the holopad keys to try and countermand the lock down. But yet it was to no avail, the ship board systems had gone into lockdown, powering the ship and it's systems down to the basic levels of emergency lighting and sealing off the sectional areas of the ship as the large bulkheads held on magnetic locks separating the crew compartment from the cargo holds and likewise with the ships engine bays.

"Oh Kriff" Eisa cursed under her breath in response before falling still once again as a series of footsteps rang out above her. Her ears intently listening out for the discussion that was taking place above her, she could make out the cussing as clear as day most of it was seemingly being directed towards the earlier fuel regulator issues that Eisa had simulated. The teens gaze narrowing as she listened to the muffled dialogue above her, despite the set back in adverting the lock down, the mutineering crew had only deemed that the issues that were taking place thought-out the ship's system were linked to the damage that was sustained that rendered the ship crippled.

Pursing her lips in thought, the teen quickly dailed in a series of keys on her holopad, before typing out a message to be relayed to the other two rebels over thier secure channel.

+bad news, ship is now in security lockdown. Good news, they think it's linked to the earlier engine spike. Going to head over to the other cargo hold+

 

[Fey Meraska]

As the pantora approached her companion, he was near one of the stunned body of the guards. She looked from him to the guard for a moment, quietly impressed that he had managed to knock one of them out without causing a scene. The woman moved behind Horus, nodding to his words as he spoke of them getting a move on.

With that, Fey pushed her datapad into its place on her waist, and pulled her trusty staff from where it was slung across her back. She gripped it, feeling its balance, and moved out down the corridor behind Horus with light feet. After traveling down through the first corridor, Fey stiffened as she heard the approaching sound of boots from a side hallway that was jointed with the one she was on.

Pausing just at the corner, fey waited until the first of the mutinous crew crossed the threshold into her vision before she brought the end of her staff up, hard, into the guards jaw. She knew it would be enough to put him on his back. Not hesitating, the young woman flipped on her heel, turning the corner and crashing the opposite side of her staff down on the top of the next guard's head with success in knocking him out.

By that time, the remaining guards had the chance to be more prepared to Fey's attacks, and retroactively recoiled from her and drew vibrocutters. Fey stood a few paces before them in a defensive stance, but she knew she would have to quickly take care of the guards before any type of alarm could be sounded. She advanced on them, lifted her staff to swing at the closest guard and pushing her full weight into her staff as it connected with first his stomach. As he keeled over in pain, she connected it with the top of his head.

Before fey had a moment to react, the remaining guard was on top of her, pushing her physically and jutting their vibrocutter just across her right shoulder as she fell back on her heels with the sudden weight and causing her staff to fall from her hands. The guard stood slightly over her as she was now on the ground. Fey could feel the rush of blood in her ears, and she knew her shoulder would be bleeding. But she did not hesitate to reach toward her waist and extract her blaster pistol, squeezing off a stun round into the guard before he could do anything else.

With a thud he fell slightly on to her legs, and she kicked him off and stood up, checking the rest of the corridor as she retrieved her staff from the ground. Moving back to the previous hallway, she found Horus had taken care of a group of guards as well. Although she felt a sting in her shoulder, the woman ignored it for important matter at hand.

When the lights were reduced to a low glow, fey cursed under her breath. She retrieved her datapad, and was met with the message from Eisa. "Security lockdown..." Fey glanced over the message again to be sure before looking up at Horus. "They don't know we are here still, with any luck. But this means more locks we're going to have to get around." This mission was beginning to get a bit grittier than the pantoran had intended. ​

 

[Horus Tempest]

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"Alarms. Kriff."

Horus kept himself hard against the wall to ensure lessened visibility. Smiling over to Fey as she dealed with the remaining guards in the hallway, he kept his blaster aloft and prepared. He was ready to take down any approaching enemies, but luckily they'd already dispatched the guards in the hallways to and from. Walking forward, he did withdraw his own datapad and check the locations provided to them. It wasn't very far, two corridors down, and they needed to make good time. Opening the next corridor over, he quickly tapped the button to open the door and went to the side to make sure he wasn't immediately visible.

"Locks can't handle blaster bolts. We gotta keep moving, watch my back, I'll take the lead."

He grimaced as he noticed three guards down the hallway. Turning the corner, he squeezed the durasteel coated trigger. Two bolts smashed into the first guard, sending him to the ground with a thump. Burnt flesh wafted up into his senses as he squeezed a second time, emptying another two bolts into his partner with grim succession. The opponent also went down and collapsed cinematically backward. It was a gruesome scene. And the third didn't even have the chance to turn their blaster or themselves as the last of the plasma struck the guard in the back and melted through the armor. Shaking his head, Horus looked down at the blaster with disdain, before continuing down the hallway. There was hardly any other guards around the area, and he quickly found the next panel.

"Alright, we've got a single corridor to go. Hopefully Eisa will join us, just keep doing what we've been doing.

--Eisa? We're in the second corridor to the right. Come join us, quickly, unless you can get to the prisoners before we can, in which case go for it. Just be careful."

@Fey Aadedai @Plebometer

 

[Eisa Swan]

As the teen received the comms message through her ear piece, she stopped in her tracks whilst crawling her way through the service ducts that spanned throughout the ship. Her eyes narrowing as she reached out in the Force to be sure that there wasn't any risk if anyone being in ear shot of her before responding back to Horus. "I'm just about under the other cargo hold" the teen whispered back, her voice barely audible over the channel, despite the audio enhancement of her mic. "I'll keep you posted" she added before going quiet once again and continuing to crawl her way though the ducts towards the cargo hold where tge prisoner was being held.

Looking over the ship schematics that had been transmitted to her holopad by fey earlier, the teen used the light from the soft glow of the screen to confirm the access panel ID labelling that was above her tied up with that as being the one for the cargo hold. Satisfied that she was in the right spot, the teen powered down her her holopad before slowly and cautiously creating the hatch upwards just enough for her bright emerald eyes to survey just what was in the hold. Her eyes set upon a solitary figure gagged and bound to a chair, before scanning around the cargo .eventually her gaze fell upon the sight of two distracted guards, who were trying to work the sealed bulkhead doors to the hold open, following the earlier triggered lock down.

Slowly and quietly the teen reached down to her blaster pistol, her hand wrapping around the handle as her thumb slid the control dial to the stun setting. Knowing the lower output would be a hell of a lot quieter. As she eased her blaster out of thr holster the teen slowly raised the hatch up enough to extend her arm through the aperture, taining advantage of the dull lighting and her connection to the Force, Eisa lined up her shots. Taking a deep breath the teen squeezed the trigger, and unleashed two stun bolts towards the two guards. A pair of dull thuds could be heard. As the guards collapsed to the floor in quick succession, having been caught completely off guard and not suspecting anything as the young teen executed a sneak attack on the mutineering guards.

Though truth be told. Eisa was surprised that her little gambit had worked, she was perhaps fortunate that the amount of guards posted withing the cargo hold was so few. Still she wasted little time to break out from her cover, casting a friendly smile to the hostage and pressing a finger against her own lips to prompt the CEOs cousin to keep quiet before patting the man on his knee for a moment before darting towards thr two unconscious guards. Being sure to strip them of their weapons and all other equipment before returning to thr hostage, before retrieving a vibro cutter from amongst the collected weapons and equipment. Then proceeding to cut the ropes that had tied the man to his chair. Freeing, whilst also making the rope available for repurposing. Leaving the hostage to try and move his formerly bound limbs again, Eisa darted back to the knocked out guards, before using the rope to tie them together.

"Umm I've got the hostage freed now.." the teen spoke out over the comms channel as she watched the man tentatively get to his feet, her head tilting upwards as the man came to his full height. "...But he ain't coming the way I just came... He's pretty tall" she added as thr barely over five foot teen looked up at the near towering broad chested stature of the six foot five man standing infront of her. Yeah there was no way he would fit in the crawl spaces.

"I'll keep him secure here for thr moment. Less you got any ideas" Eisa concluded as she reached down to the confiscated weapons and equipment and offering the man a blaster rifle and a ration pack, before retrieving one of each for herself. The blaster rifle got slung over her shoulder whilst her ration pack was immediately cracked open and it's contents getting poured into the teens mouth. All thus heroic stuff was certainly hungry work.

 

[Fey Meraska]

Fey stayed behind Horus, nodding in compliance to allow the man to take the lead. The young woman re-holstered her blaster pistol and kept a firm grip on her staff. She was ready to move in and help Horus per his need, but he seemed to be plenty capable.

She watched him clean up the corridor, and before Fey knew it Eisa was alerting the pair that she was already in with the hostage. As she maneuvered around the bodies of the guards, Fey stopped to frisk their pockets, kicking their weapons away from them. She found a holocard on one of the guards and prayed to Ri'a it was an access card for the doors.

Fey grinned, impressed with Eisa's speed and ability. "Well kriff Eisa, did you even need us to tag along at all?" Fey couldn't help but tut with good humor, "We're a minute out, keep your eyes up." fey chirped into her comm before turning back to Horus. "Alright, last one." She paused before opening the corridor, reaching out with the force to sense any live energies behind it. She was satisfied to find none. Perhaps the guards had been inside the cargo hold with the prisoner. Either way, she wasn't questioning her luck.

Signaling to Horus, she took off in a brisk pace, keeping her senses up and reaching beyond each of the durasteel doors that lined the hallway until pausing before one where Fey could distinctly sense the aura of Eisa behind along with the more foreign feeling of another being who was riddled with panic.

Something felt oddly calm about their situation now, like it was too easy. Fey fought the feeling of being put off by it as she gripped the guard's holocard and scanned it at the small wall-mounted panel beside the door. And as if the force was quelling her anxiety the door hissed open to display the CEO's cousin displaced against the image of Lisa scarfing down a ration in their waiting.

Fey let her lips into a smile as she breezed through the door, shouldering her trusty staff over her uninjured arm and making towards the man and her companion. "Alright guys. So as far as I can sense we are still undetected, thank Ri'a," Fey pulled her holopad back from the belt that synched her pilots jumpsuit, "but that doesn't mean we have time to spare. We need to get back to the hold we came through ASAP, there should be another grav suit in the control closet that's in the same hold for him-" fey turned her head to glance at the tall man and gave him a once over. "-hi, nice to meet you. Anyway, we are counting on there being one there, actually." fey had been tapping through the layout of the ship she had stolen and downloaded to her holopad. "We need to move now, cause I'm pretty sure guards make rounds through here hourly." With that, the pale woman listened for any ideas her companions had, before moving to post herself by the door she had come in to watch for any unsuspected guard activity. ​

 

[Horus Tempest]

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"Pretty impressive, short stuff. The plan remains, we need to get out of here. You're a corridor away; we're coming to you..."

Horus started walking towards the edge of the corridor, blaster in hand, checking corners to ensure there weren't any patrols. He followed Fey's lead as she turned down the corridor lined with lights - and no guards in sight. This was easy, but an engine failure would spell doom for the ship. Any other failures could also be catastrophic to the crew, it made sense why the guards would mobilize so quickly. But to leave the prisoner rather unguarded was an interesting tactic. Clearly, the tactician in command was nothing more than a fool playing at leadership, and for that, the Force had his thanks. Keeping an eye peeled, he reached out with the Force as Fey had before him, sensing no-one in the general vicinity. He would have been able to sense their emotional states, and he could find none. When the door opened, he shook his head, Eisa seemed hungry enough to eat a small feast.

"We could cut our way out, but he doesn't have a space suit. We get back to the docking terminal, get onboard our ship, and get out of here. Let's just hope they didn't check the thing."

Smiling at the pair, he turned back around and peaked out the door again. Still nothing. This would be over in no time, they just had to retrace their steps. The Vahla would take point, blaster still aloft, ensuring that if anyone was shot it would be him. He could engage multiple opponents easy enough under most circumstances, and with all three of them, he knew they could arguably take on a small army. He, Tycho and Eisa had already done just that not so long ago, this would be a piece of mooncake. He passed the first corridor, stopping to ensure that they kept up, and continued down the second. He was careful to avoid any hot traffic areas, moving from cover to cover and tracking his own movements. His own force augmented senses where spread, ensuring that even if he couldn't see his enemies he would feel them far before they noticed him.

"One more corridor, then we're out of here. Sorry, sir, but we can't promise rescues will always be this easy."

"I'm... I'm just glad I'm being rescued..."

@Fey Aadedai @Plebometer

 

[Eisa Swan]

Feeling her features flush as Feys voice came in over the comms channel, the teen but on her lip slightly at the comment whether the rest of the rescue team was needed, she was about to retort before realising that the older female was simply teasing her. As much as the notion of single handedly sneaking in and rescuing a hostage would be a huge boost to the teen, she knew deep down that especially given the hostage's stature, there would be no way of sneaking out.

Something that given her ineptitude with weapons, would likely go south in no time, the fact that she had both Fey and Horus with her was reassuring to know, either one of them would be an infinitely better marksman than Eisa. The thoughts of which soon subsided as Horus and Fey emerged into the cargo bay, before swiftly escorting the group outwards what the teen figured would be thier escape.

Carrying the blaster rifle in a readied position, the teen followed the group through several corridors, before they all took cover before what appeared to be the the last section that would lead to the docking bay. Keeping an ear out all she could hear was silence, Un certain whether it was an ambush the teen reached out through the Force to get a feel for any presences up ahead. Much to the teens surprise and undeniable relief, the path ahead was clear. Easing herself down the corridor section, keeping a keen eye and her senses attuned as much as possible, just incase her fledgling Force powers didn't pick up on any thing.

Eisa soon found herself at the mouth of the docking port to the ship. "It's all clear" Eisa spoke out gently into the comm, despite the close proximity of the group, not really wanting to waste the mission at the last hurdle by shouting back at the other rebels, incase the ship's crew hear it and be alerted to thier presence. She would never hear the end of it!

Still doing what she knew best, the teen slung her newly aquired rifle over her shoulder by its strap before prying open the casing for the manual overide switch to force the air lock doors open. And stepping into the forward compartment of the rebel ship, before waving the rest of the group in, taking a position just beside the door controls of the rebel ship to seal up the ship and break the docking connection as soon as everyone was on board. The sooner they were all in. The sooner they can get out of dodge, leaving the mutineering crew to figure out just what had happened that in the midst of the ship having triggered so many false system failures, they had lost thier hostage.

 

[Fey Meraska]

Fey glanced behind her as the group moved throughout the luckily empty corridors, ex-prisoner in tow. The pantoran kept an eye out regardless. They were doing so good now, shame if anything were to happen. This mission was almost complete successfully and with nothing but a scrape of the arm as injury, and no casualties on either side.

Fey threw her staff back over her shoulder as they reached the cargo hold they had entered the freighter through, and watched as her companion allow access to the forward compartment of their escape ship via the air lock doors. Fey turned to the side to usher the procured hostage infant of her, and followed closely behind him as to make sure he was safely inside before herself. All that was left was to break away from dock and they were scott free.

 

[Horus Tempest]

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"Well... that was easy. I'm half expecting a Sith just waiting for us."

He'd walked with Eisa, the hostage and Fey all the way down the corridor, nearly tripping comically. Straightening himself, Horus kept to corners and popped aside, still being wary of any potential guards. Luckily, it seemed there was none to be found. They reached the last corridor, and there was still no opponents, much to his surprise. By the time the airlock opened, he was the last to leave, ensuring the others got on board first. Setting the hostage up in the lounge area - they looked like they could use some sleep - he made his way to the cockpit and started the procedure. Keeping low power mode on, he detached slowly and allowed the ship to float away before finally turning the engines on and priming them, setting course for the nearest rebel base. Taking a deep breath, he centered himself in the Force and basked in the moment.

"Another under the belt. Less hairy than my last adventure. I like it."

The ship hummed with life as they flew across the starlight sea. He took the opportunity to draw his hallisket and began to strum, as the ship entered hyperspace. They where away, scott free, without killing a single opponent. Horus congratulated himself for using only stun rounds, his usual fare, and continued on the way of strumming. The hum began to pick up, and finally he burst into song, making a variety of an old hymn for his allies to listen to as they made their way home.

"This is the tale of the Rebel Alliance
Brigands so brave, on the starlight seas
A stealthy quest to random freighters
Rescuing hostages and setting them free..."

//End Thread

@Fey Aadedai @Plebometer