Aevar sees none of this, having rushed to a spot where the dead bodies were out of sight, but he certainly hears the terrible sound of BC and the subsequent pounding. As soon as he is made aware of Tsu's passing, he retreats further away, to digest the death of his new friend through meditating on the force.
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The wookiee drops the biocutter he had in his hand and clunches his fist in rage. He lets a mournfoul roar get out from his chest as he says farewell to his friend.
He then prepares the body of the little jawa with extreme care and waits for the others to decide what to do with him. If anyone goes to medbay they will see that Ryy had placed the jawa's favortie weapons (who made quite a lot by the way) around him and to his feet.
As Ryywhaaca rushes past him towards the ship, Klulvae held his thoughts in check. The Jawa is already dead. The death of their shipmate was a struggle for him to come to terms yet... mostly because he didn't know how to feel about it. The Jawa was.... unpredictable, and not in a good way. He felt like they would've gotten the group into more trouble than out of trouble. Uncertain of how the others felt on the matter, he remained silent and he went back to the ship.
The air was tense and awkward as everyone mourned for Tsussel's death in their own way. Aevar disappeared, probably to cry in private. Going to see Ryywhaaca in the medbay, he saw his funerary ritual. Is this a wookie thing? Curious, he smiled lightly and placed a hand on the wookie's shoulder. "Tsussel would've appreciated being buried with his favorite 'tools'. I think we should bury him in Kashyyk once we arrive."
"Rwolf" answers Ryywhacca to Klulvae words. He will remain with Tsu's corpse while they reach Kashyyk. He only will go out if needed to provide cover to any other member of the crew
"Karabast!" Rem swears under his breath as he watches the battle droid. "Uhm... Hey, Robot. You keep that up and you're just going to make this situation worse..." the duros says trying to contain his irritation and also still be respectful of whatever sort of decorum this situation calls for. The mechanized assault continues, and with each blow both the floor panel and Rem's composure are further damaged. "HEY, look, you deranged murder-bot, this one's not getting any more dead, and you are not bringing back Tsussel Isil..." the duros finally snaps loudly at the droid, "but, you are wrecking my ship, and you are not helping us to be figuring out who these men are, or why they were trying to hunt us down, or who put out a bounty on us, or how to get the cargo we are supposed to be taking to Kashyyyk, or aiding Son with his transaction! Any of these things would be helpful! But THIS is not helping at all even a little bit!" As Rem is shouting at the droid it stops freezing mid swing for a moment before standing and then turning towards Rem. It takes a Step to where it is towering over the Duros pilot as Son looks on the moment seems to stretch out forever, the tension hanging thick in the air.
"Raanakacra ahc rroowhwo! acwo ohrac scro rcwoscraorworc! ah acrahowo cwowhcraaoahoowhc ah waoowh'ao huwhwaworccaorawhwa. aoacworcwo ahc whoo ahwhakhuao waraaora oarahucahwhrr aoacwosc! scro rhwoacrahoahoorc ahc worcrcraaoahoa! akanworacwo, wwrcahwowhwac acwoanak scwo!" The grinding metallic sounds shriek and groan out from the large robot. It raises it's arms as it emits these horrible sounds at Rem. Then suddenly it falls towards him wrapping its arms around Rem's torso. Then it lets out a long horrible roar. For those of you fluent in Shyriiwook: Alpha is gone! He was my remaker! I have sensations I don't understand. There is no input data causing them! My behavior is erratic! Please, friends help me!
Son's datapad pings softly with an anonymous message. It is an address followed by these words: "In an unmarked brown box. Given to Caer Mildok with this message: 'Your Aunt Tilly asked me to bring you this.' Your conformation is: 'She sends her love.' before midnight."
While outside, Aevar hears a radio on one of the corpses crackle to life. "Tiggs, Where are you man?" It's almost shift change and Halsten is still waiting for those BASOC reports." Frantically, Aevar looks at the corpse, trying to gauge his accent. While the guy could be Chandrillan, it would be best to play it on the safe side. "Tiggs, you there man?" Aevar breaths, then picks up the radio, and starts speaking into it, coughing heavily. "Yeah, I'm here. I think that ship had a virus on it..." "Tiggs? Uh hey buddy, you okay?" "No way man, no way. I feel like I'm about to die." "What?! Which ship?! Is DeDadak with you? Where are you?" Aevar starts looking for the bay number. "I don't even know anymore man. I feel like I'm gonna faint." Where is the bay number? "You better not be ******* with me again man! I'm not gonna catch shit from the whole crew like I did with the Sammy's thing am I?" "No man, I'll avoid everyone until I feel a bit better." I wonder what Sammy's thing was... "No way man, you know the protocol for infectious contact; it's total facility lockdown until the authorities arrive... You better not be screwing with me. If I initiate contamination protocols and you're pulling my leg, I'll get fired and I'll make sure you get canned too." The voice tries to sound brave but it's clearly shaky and frightened. Bay 1173. There we go. "Actually, I think it is a poison - I started feeling sick after I was jabbed by a short little runt on the ship. Killed it as soon as it got me. I'm in docking bay 1037." Hopefully this Tiggs guy was supposed to be there at some point today. "Alright man I'll initiate the contamination procedures; are DeDadak and Bona with you?" The other corpses, Aevar thinks. "No. As soon as I started feeling sick, I left the ship. They haven't come out yet. Been about 3 minutes since I left, so I think the little shit had friends." "I saw Bona come in earlier, even though he isn't scheduled for a shift today... What were you guys doing in 1037 if there's a ship in there? You and DeDadak were supposed to be running the empty bays through BASOCs and then logging the reports so Halsten can send them, He's pissed that you haven't logged any yet today. What are you guys even doing?" There's some clacking of keys, then: "There's not even supposed to be a ship in that bay? What the hell's going on man?!" "I know. We came in and saw an illegal ship, so we went in and..." Aevar stops speaking into the radio, and lets it fall a short distance to the ground, in an attempt to imitate someone fainting. Aevar then turns on his comm to inform Rem of the situation. "...Tiggs? ...Tiggs? ...Tiggs, are you there man?!" Radio-man's voice is panicked now. "Alright man, hold on! The authorities are on their way, and I'm initiating lock down procedures! It's gonna be okay buddy!" Aevar runs into the ship, now yelling. "Lockdown procedures are underway! We had best leave now!"
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Aevar runs on board the Jakko and finds Son, BC, and Rem in the corridor outside the cockpit. There is splatter and chunks of blood, viscera, and other organic matter all over the walls, ceiling and floor arcing out in all directions from a pulped corpse that is only really recognizable by the limbs splaying out from the mess. Rem is being embraced by the battle droid who is howling in Shyriiwook. Aevar's warning only adds to the confusion of the scene as Rem looks out from under the hulking battle droid in bewilderment. He's just about to say something when a communication's notification starts to sound in the cockpit.
Rem quickly pushes off BC-9 as best he can. "We gotta move, droid! You're taking Tsussel's place until we get this bantha fodder cleared, so strap down and pray you've got some piloting programs running in that mess of wires and whatever else Tsussel has thrown in there!" Running for the cockpit, he barks out on his commlink as his voices reverbrates throughout the ship's internal speakers. "And someone get on the turret! I gotta bad feeling about this."
Once inside the cockpit, he turns on the communication line. "This is the captain of the Lucky Jakko and I am a very busy man right now. So you'll have to excuse my politeness when I ask: what in the beaming quasars do you want??"
Klulvae, throughout all of this, is uncertain of his role to play. He'd never fired from a turret before... nor actually done anything useful on the ship. Paging Ryywhaaca, he requests, "Hey, buddy. I have no idea how to work a turret, and my guess is our Miralukan doesn't either. Son might, but I'm certain that you do. Do us a favor and shoot anyone that shoots at us first, okay?" The storm he had felt within the Force seemed to surge, as he began to realize the repercussions of their actions were beginning to unfold. So much for an easy job...
"Rem! Rem, I have no time for *brzzzt* crash landed on a moon *brzzzt* life support malfunctioning, maybe 17 hours *brzzzt* please hurry, if you don't get here soon, well *brzzzzzt*
The transmission goes dead suddenly.
"Well my dear, I hope they got the message. If not though, at least we aren't alone." Ludweg looks longingly over at his companion, and grabs her hand. "If it truly is our last moments, I'm glad it's with you."
They both lay their seats back to watch the stars above them. Neither one of them says it, but they are both not ready to die.
Recognizing the voice immediately as a dear friend of his from childhood, Rem-Jas was nonetheless frustrated when the transmission was cut short. "A moon?!" he roared in anguish. "Does he know how many moons there are in this sector?!" He muttered under his breath, "Kurda." as his mind raced with ideas. Turning to BC-9, he asked, "Did we get a location on where the signal was sent from?"
The ship roars to life as Rem realizes he is on a race against time. I'm comin' for you Ludweg.
"Analyzing signal now Bravo." The droid intones as it's SCOMP link extends and fits into a terminal near the copilot's seat. Outside the ship klaxons are blaring and the doors over head that were open are now starting to rumble as they slide together in order to seal the landing bay closed. Noting this the droid calculates the odds of escaping the ever narrowing opening, "Bravo, the hangar bay doors are closing. This unit's tactical assessment estimates a 65% chance that we will not achieve significant lift velocity to escape before the aperture has narrowed below necessary clearance diameter."
The doors are narrowing too rapidly at present to be able to safely escape. If you all want to escape by flying out something needs to be done...
Ryywhacca was talking in sryywook with BC, trying to calm him down when they started to be in a difficult situation, again. After BC assesment of the situation he goes directly to the weapon controls and ask to Rem.
"Obil, I've just come to the realization that in my haste, I may have failed to mention which moon we are located on." Ludweg gives his companion a very concerned look. "Hmm that is quite the problem, perhaps we can send them a message, even if it not a live transmission." Ludweg thinks for a minute as he is pondering what he do, and considering his circumstances he does not have much to work with. "Obil, grab my tools, I've got an idea but it may cost us some our life suppport." Ludweg is able to hack into his communication system and encrypt a message to be sent to the last person he communicated with.
Attention Rem, I hope you get this in time, as this message as cost me another hour of life support. I am on the moon of New Holstice, which is not far off the Parlemian Trade Route. Please hurry, and may the force be with you.
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As the Lucky Jakko ascends toward the narrowing portal in the ceiling Ryywhaaca scrambles to line up a shot on the maintenance panel that conceals the control mechanism for the bay door actuators.(attack w/The Jako's laser cannon: 2) (radiant damage:20) The shot goes wide and digs deep burning craters into the wall just left of the hatch. As the Jakko ponderously rises ever nearer the shrinking sky Ryywhaaca lets off one more desperate blast with the Jakko's guns. (attack:6) (radiant damage:37) This one finds it's target and the hatch is blown inwards as the hot energy blasts penetrate into the machinery beyond sending out a shower of sparks and smoke. This is followed by a deep grinding groan as part of the door groans to a halt. The other half of the door continues it's slow march toward the closed position.
Rem-Jas shouts in praise too the wookie as he's able to at least break down one of the door. Over the intercom he shouts, "Hold onto something secure! This is gonna get rough!" Punching forward, he pushes the acceleration level down as far as it will go, causing the ship to lurch forward as he aligns it with the closing bay doors as best as he can.
At this moment, Ludwig's voice comes over the intercom one more time. "Aye, chubba, we're a little busy right now! New Holstice, got it." He hoped that the moon wasn't too large and that a scan of its terrain would suffice.
The warm afternoon light of the Chandrillian sky fills the cockpit as the Jako emerges from the hangar bay, it's belly inches from the hangar door that now stands frozen a bit more than halfway through its course towards closure. The Jakko rockets skyward at what feels an impossibly slow pace to those assembled in its cockpit, but each foot of altitude gained seems to slowly thaw the tension of those frozen moments. Just as the first sprouts of hope are peeking through the frost, a shriek of metal pierces the relative silence and the Lucky Jakko bucks and pitches. Rem swears quietly but his hands stay firm on the controls as do those of his mechanical co-pilot, and in the next instant the ship is stable and climbing again up into the atmosphere.
Rem shouts as the ship bucks and pitches, "Come on you lucky jakko! Live up to the damn name I gave you." Like magic, the ship becomes stable and climbing higher and higher. Over the intercom, Rem announces, "Gentlemen and ladies, we've leapt from the boiling pot and possible jumped into the fire. This game isn't over yet. Ryywhaaca, stay on those guns. We might have company pretty soon, and things could get dicey. I'm taking us to get my friend. He's a medic, last time I recall, and maybe he'll finally humble himself and let me drive the ship for once... Anyway, we should be back in a few hours with him, and then we can get my payload loaded and we'll be off to Kashyyk! And probably lay low for awhile... We've got guns after us, and bounties on top of that."
Klulvae walked to the bridge while listening to Rem go on about his friend. Things weren't looking too good for them, and they were certainly in the fire, dancing with the flames.
After the ship stabilises, Aevar enters the cockpit, with a few questions in mind.
"Rem, what the blazes what that shudder? BC, what happened while the rest of us were out? Those guys shouldn't have been there if we were parked legally."
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"The landing bay doors impacted the rear portion of the vessel during takeoff." The battle droid says as the SCOMP link protruding from its hand spins slowly one direction and then the other in the terminal socket near the co-piolot's chair. "The docking facilities systems indicated a lockdown procedure had been initiated as part of a quarantine protocol executed moments before we took off." The droid continues to perform its co-piloting duties as it speaks. "During the time this unit was undergoing upgrades, it was using its mobile holonet uplink to conduct routine intelligence gathering protocols as set up by Alpha when this unit discovered a serious threat to those bearing 'crewmember' designations. There is presently a 10,000 credit bounty on each member of the Lucky Jakko's crew. The organics employed by Standard Transport Services of Chandrilla Limited were attempting to collect on this recently issued bounty. However, Alpha and Echo units eliminated them before they could call for backup or capture any 'crew member' units. The lockdown seems to be unrelated, according to the facilities central computer it was triggered by a possible viral outbreak caused by an unauthorized vessel in landing bay 1037. The Lucky Jakko was properly registered and legally parked, this is no doubt how the organics employed by Standard Transport Services of Chandrilla Limited were aware of the bounties placed on these units."
As BC-09 HK-0037 is talking the data pad in Rem's flight suit chimes alerting him that he has a message.
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Aevar sees none of this, having rushed to a spot where the dead bodies were out of sight, but he certainly hears the terrible sound of BC and the subsequent pounding. As soon as he is made aware of Tsu's passing, he retreats further away, to digest the death of his new friend through meditating on the force.
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The wookiee drops the biocutter he had in his hand and clunches his fist in rage. He lets a mournfoul roar get out from his chest as he says farewell to his friend.
He then prepares the body of the little jawa with extreme care and waits for the others to decide what to do with him. If anyone goes to medbay they will see that Ryy had placed the jawa's favortie weapons (who made quite a lot by the way) around him and to his feet.
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As Ryywhaaca rushes past him towards the ship, Klulvae held his thoughts in check. The Jawa is already dead. The death of their shipmate was a struggle for him to come to terms yet... mostly because he didn't know how to feel about it. The Jawa was.... unpredictable, and not in a good way. He felt like they would've gotten the group into more trouble than out of trouble. Uncertain of how the others felt on the matter, he remained silent and he went back to the ship.
The air was tense and awkward as everyone mourned for Tsussel's death in their own way. Aevar disappeared, probably to cry in private. Going to see Ryywhaaca in the medbay, he saw his funerary ritual. Is this a wookie thing? Curious, he smiled lightly and placed a hand on the wookie's shoulder. "Tsussel would've appreciated being buried with his favorite 'tools'. I think we should bury him in Kashyyk once we arrive."
"Rwolf" answers Ryywhacca to Klulvae words. He will remain with Tsu's corpse while they reach Kashyyk. He only will go out if needed to provide cover to any other member of the crew
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"Karabast!" Rem swears under his breath as he watches the battle droid. "Uhm... Hey, Robot. You keep that up and you're just going to make this situation worse..." the duros says trying to contain his irritation and also still be respectful of whatever sort of decorum this situation calls for. The mechanized assault continues, and with each blow both the floor panel and Rem's composure are further damaged. "HEY, look, you deranged murder-bot, this one's not getting any more dead, and you are not bringing back Tsussel Isil..." the duros finally snaps loudly at the droid, "but, you are wrecking my ship, and you are not helping us to be figuring out who these men are, or why they were trying to hunt us down, or who put out a bounty on us, or how to get the cargo we are supposed to be taking to Kashyyyk, or aiding Son with his transaction! Any of these things would be helpful! But THIS is not helping at all even a little bit!" As Rem is shouting at the droid it stops freezing mid swing for a moment before standing and then turning towards Rem. It takes a Step to where it is towering over the Duros pilot as Son looks on the moment seems to stretch out forever, the tension hanging thick in the air.
"Raanakacra ahc rroowhwo! acwo ohrac scro rcwoscraorworc! ah acrahowo cwowhcraaoahoowhc ah waoowh'ao huwhwaworccaorawhwa. aoacworcwo ahc whoo ahwhakhuao waraaora oarahucahwhrr aoacwosc! scro rhwoacrahoahoorc ahc worcrcraaoahoa! akanworacwo, wwrcahwowhwac acwoanak scwo!" The grinding metallic sounds shriek and groan out from the large robot. It raises it's arms as it emits these horrible sounds at Rem. Then suddenly it falls towards him wrapping its arms around Rem's torso. Then it lets out a long horrible roar. For those of you fluent in Shyriiwook: Alpha is gone! He was my remaker! I have sensations I don't understand. There is no input data causing them! My behavior is erratic! Please, friends help me!
Son's datapad pings softly with an anonymous message. It is an address followed by these words: "In an unmarked brown box. Given to Caer Mildok with this message: 'Your Aunt Tilly asked me to bring you this.' Your conformation is: 'She sends her love.' before midnight."
While outside, Aevar hears a radio on one of the corpses crackle to life.
"Tiggs, Where are you man?" It's almost shift change and Halsten is still waiting for those BASOC reports." Frantically, Aevar looks at the corpse, trying to gauge his accent. While the guy could be Chandrillan, it would be best to play it on the safe side.
"Tiggs, you there man?" Aevar breaths, then picks up the radio, and starts speaking into it, coughing heavily.
"Yeah, I'm here. I think that ship had a virus on it..."
"Tiggs? Uh hey buddy, you okay?"
"No way man, no way. I feel like I'm about to die."
"What?! Which ship?! Is DeDadak with you? Where are you?" Aevar starts looking for the bay number.
"I don't even know anymore man. I feel like I'm gonna faint." Where is the bay number?
"You better not be ******* with me again man! I'm not gonna catch shit from the whole crew like I did with the Sammy's thing am I?"
"No man, I'll avoid everyone until I feel a bit better." I wonder what Sammy's thing was...
"No way man, you know the protocol for infectious contact; it's total facility lockdown until the authorities arrive... You better not be screwing with me. If I initiate contamination protocols and you're pulling my leg, I'll get fired and I'll make sure you get canned too." The voice tries to sound brave but it's clearly shaky and frightened. Bay 1173. There we go.
"Actually, I think it is a poison - I started feeling sick after I was jabbed by a short little runt on the ship. Killed it as soon as it got me. I'm in docking bay 1037." Hopefully this Tiggs guy was supposed to be there at some point today.
"Alright man I'll initiate the contamination procedures; are DeDadak and Bona with you?" The other corpses, Aevar thinks.
"No. As soon as I started feeling sick, I left the ship. They haven't come out yet. Been about 3 minutes since I left, so I think the little shit had friends."
"I saw Bona come in earlier, even though he isn't scheduled for a shift today... What were you guys doing in 1037 if there's a ship in there? You and DeDadak were supposed to be running the empty bays through BASOCs and then logging the reports so Halsten can send them, He's pissed that you haven't logged any yet today. What are you guys even doing?" There's some clacking of keys, then:
"There's not even supposed to be a ship in that bay? What the hell's going on man?!"
"I know. We came in and saw an illegal ship, so we went in and..." Aevar stops speaking into the radio, and lets it fall a short distance to the ground, in an attempt to imitate someone fainting. Aevar then turns on his comm to inform Rem of the situation.
"...Tiggs? ...Tiggs? ...Tiggs, are you there man?!" Radio-man's voice is panicked now.
"Alright man, hold on! The authorities are on their way, and I'm initiating lock down procedures! It's gonna be okay buddy!"
Aevar runs into the ship, now yelling.
"Lockdown procedures are underway! We had best leave now!"
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Aevar runs on board the Jakko and finds Son, BC, and Rem in the corridor outside the cockpit. There is splatter and chunks of blood, viscera, and other organic matter all over the walls, ceiling and floor arcing out in all directions from a pulped corpse that is only really recognizable by the limbs splaying out from the mess. Rem is being embraced by the battle droid who is howling in Shyriiwook. Aevar's warning only adds to the confusion of the scene as Rem looks out from under the hulking battle droid in bewilderment. He's just about to say something when a communication's notification starts to sound in the cockpit.
Rem quickly pushes off BC-9 as best he can. "We gotta move, droid! You're taking Tsussel's place until we get this bantha fodder cleared, so strap down and pray you've got some piloting programs running in that mess of wires and whatever else Tsussel has thrown in there!" Running for the cockpit, he barks out on his commlink as his voices reverbrates throughout the ship's internal speakers. "And someone get on the turret! I gotta bad feeling about this."
Once inside the cockpit, he turns on the communication line. "This is the captain of the Lucky Jakko and I am a very busy man right now. So you'll have to excuse my politeness when I ask: what in the beaming quasars do you want??"
Klulvae, throughout all of this, is uncertain of his role to play. He'd never fired from a turret before... nor actually done anything useful on the ship. Paging Ryywhaaca, he requests, "Hey, buddy. I have no idea how to work a turret, and my guess is our Miralukan doesn't either. Son might, but I'm certain that you do. Do us a favor and shoot anyone that shoots at us first, okay?" The storm he had felt within the Force seemed to surge, as he began to realize the repercussions of their actions were beginning to unfold. So much for an easy job...
"Rem! Rem, I have no time for *brzzzt* crash landed on a moon *brzzzt* life support malfunctioning, maybe 17 hours *brzzzt* please hurry, if you don't get here soon, well *brzzzzzt*
The transmission goes dead suddenly.
"Well my dear, I hope they got the message. If not though, at least we aren't alone." Ludweg looks longingly over at his companion, and grabs her hand. "If it truly is our last moments, I'm glad it's with you."
They both lay their seats back to watch the stars above them. Neither one of them says it, but they are both not ready to die.
"Please Rem, don't let me down."
Recognizing the voice immediately as a dear friend of his from childhood, Rem-Jas was nonetheless frustrated when the transmission was cut short. "A moon?!" he roared in anguish. "Does he know how many moons there are in this sector?!" He muttered under his breath, "Kurda." as his mind raced with ideas. Turning to BC-9, he asked, "Did we get a location on where the signal was sent from?"
The ship roars to life as Rem realizes he is on a race against time. I'm comin' for you Ludweg.
"Analyzing signal now Bravo." The droid intones as it's SCOMP link extends and fits into a terminal near the copilot's seat. Outside the ship klaxons are blaring and the doors over head that were open are now starting to rumble as they slide together in order to seal the landing bay closed. Noting this the droid calculates the odds of escaping the ever narrowing opening, "Bravo, the hangar bay doors are closing. This unit's tactical assessment estimates a 65% chance that we will not achieve significant lift velocity to escape before the aperture has narrowed below necessary clearance diameter."
The doors are narrowing too rapidly at present to be able to safely escape. If you all want to escape by flying out something needs to be done...
Ryywhacca was talking in sryywook with BC, trying to calm him down when they started to be in a difficult situation, again. After BC assesment of the situation he goes directly to the weapon controls and ask to Rem.
"Rooarh aahhruuowwok Raaauuhhak"
"If you don't get them open I will!"
The weapons system starts to charge.
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Rem you're going to need to make a dex piloting check.
"Obil, I've just come to the realization that in my haste, I may have failed to mention which moon we are located on." Ludweg gives his companion a very concerned look. "Hmm that is quite the problem, perhaps we can send them a message, even if it not a live transmission." Ludweg thinks for a minute as he is pondering what he do, and considering his circumstances he does not have much to work with. "Obil, grab my tools, I've got an idea but it may cost us some our life suppport." Ludweg is able to hack into his communication system and encrypt a message to be sent to the last person he communicated with.
Attention Rem, I hope you get this in time, as this message as cost me another hour of life support. I am on the moon of New Holstice, which is not far off the Parlemian Trade Route. Please hurry, and may the force be with you.
As the Lucky Jakko ascends toward the narrowing portal in the ceiling Ryywhaaca scrambles to line up a shot on the maintenance panel that conceals the control mechanism for the bay door actuators.(attack w/The Jako's laser cannon: 2) (radiant damage:20) The shot goes wide and digs deep burning craters into the wall just left of the hatch. As the Jakko ponderously rises ever nearer the shrinking sky Ryywhaaca lets off one more desperate blast with the Jakko's guns. (attack:6) (radiant damage:37) This one finds it's target and the hatch is blown inwards as the hot energy blasts penetrate into the machinery beyond sending out a shower of sparks and smoke. This is followed by a deep grinding groan as part of the door groans to a halt. The other half of the door continues it's slow march toward the closed position.
Rem-Jas shouts in praise too the wookie as he's able to at least break down one of the door. Over the intercom he shouts, "Hold onto something secure! This is gonna get rough!" Punching forward, he pushes the acceleration level down as far as it will go, causing the ship to lurch forward as he aligns it with the closing bay doors as best as he can.
At this moment, Ludwig's voice comes over the intercom one more time. "Aye, chubba, we're a little busy right now! New Holstice, got it." He hoped that the moon wasn't too large and that a scan of its terrain would suffice.
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The warm afternoon light of the Chandrillian sky fills the cockpit as the Jako emerges from the hangar bay, it's belly inches from the hangar door that now stands frozen a bit more than halfway through its course towards closure. The Jakko rockets skyward at what feels an impossibly slow pace to those assembled in its cockpit, but each foot of altitude gained seems to slowly thaw the tension of those frozen moments. Just as the first sprouts of hope are peeking through the frost, a shriek of metal pierces the relative silence and the Lucky Jakko bucks and pitches. Rem swears quietly but his hands stay firm on the controls as do those of his mechanical co-pilot, and in the next instant the ship is stable and climbing again up into the atmosphere.
Rem shouts as the ship bucks and pitches, "Come on you lucky jakko! Live up to the damn name I gave you." Like magic, the ship becomes stable and climbing higher and higher. Over the intercom, Rem announces, "Gentlemen and ladies, we've leapt from the boiling pot and possible jumped into the fire. This game isn't over yet. Ryywhaaca, stay on those guns. We might have company pretty soon, and things could get dicey. I'm taking us to get my friend. He's a medic, last time I recall, and maybe he'll finally humble himself and let me drive the ship for once... Anyway, we should be back in a few hours with him, and then we can get my payload loaded and we'll be off to Kashyyk! And probably lay low for awhile... We've got guns after us, and bounties on top of that."
Klulvae walked to the bridge while listening to Rem go on about his friend. Things weren't looking too good for them, and they were certainly in the fire, dancing with the flames.
After the ship stabilises, Aevar enters the cockpit, with a few questions in mind.
"Rem, what the blazes what that shudder? BC, what happened while the rest of us were out? Those guys shouldn't have been there if we were parked legally."
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"The landing bay doors impacted the rear portion of the vessel during takeoff." The battle droid says as the SCOMP link protruding from its hand spins slowly one direction and then the other in the terminal socket near the co-piolot's chair. "The docking facilities systems indicated a lockdown procedure had been initiated as part of a quarantine protocol executed moments before we took off." The droid continues to perform its co-piloting duties as it speaks. "During the time this unit was undergoing upgrades, it was using its mobile holonet uplink to conduct routine intelligence gathering protocols as set up by Alpha when this unit discovered a serious threat to those bearing 'crewmember' designations. There is presently a 10,000 credit bounty on each member of the Lucky Jakko's crew. The organics employed by Standard Transport Services of Chandrilla Limited were attempting to collect on this recently issued bounty. However, Alpha and Echo units eliminated them before they could call for backup or capture any 'crew member' units. The lockdown seems to be unrelated, according to the facilities central computer it was triggered by a possible viral outbreak caused by an unauthorized vessel in landing bay 1037. The Lucky Jakko was properly registered and legally parked, this is no doubt how the organics employed by Standard Transport Services of Chandrilla Limited were aware of the bounties placed on these units."
As BC-09 HK-0037 is talking the data pad in Rem's flight suit chimes alerting him that he has a message.