Open Space and Hyperspace

Not much was said after that, Ty and Ellie sat quietly drinking what was left in their glasses and he genuinely enjoyed her company. She had a story and there was more of it to tell, perhaps if they were all here long enough together he might share more of his story as well, but that was a thought for another day. Today, he needed to focus on who exactly he was flying with and for now he got to know at least one of them enough to realize that she probably wasn't an immediate threat, at least not to anyone on her good side. She's a Mandalorian after all.

When Fel called for them to meet Ellie stood and seemed to wait for Ty, even seemed to gesture for him to come along but he couldn't be sure it was subtle and she was distracted, there was so much going on in her head. He simply nodded, "I'll catch up." He said quietly just before she left. He waited a moment before grabbing the glasses and putting them in the sink and then taking the bottle with him to this meeting.

They narrow halls weren't much trouble for him, his height caused some issue and he bumped his head once or twice, but he wasn't quite stumbling. He wasn't sure where this briefing room was for sure, he wasn't familiar with the ship design but he'd eventually find his way. He had the bottle once again tucked under his arm but this time it was much lighter, he had already drank more than half of it, though Ellie was responsible for some of that. When he finally happened upon the briefing room he sort of regretted not coming with Ellie, he was the last on there, except for the captain.

With a quick look around the room he went to take a seat and finish up his bottle. He'd need new stock once they stopped somewhere, especially if he was going to stay, the jury was still out on that. He'd see how this meeting went before he'd take steps toward making up his mind. For now he sat back and took swigs from the bottle just waiting to get started.

There were so many armored people here. Not just the literal kind, but the metaphorical. Even Amy wore her own armor. Nonchalance was what she called it. The truth was Amy cared for everyone more deeply than most would ever realize, and that she was instinctively drawn to people of great destiny or potential, though the latter part was not something she was consciously aware of. Still, it was amusing that a tiny Corellian woman could even remotely startle a Mandalorian but for his sake, she did her best to feign ignorance to his reaction and politely replied to him, “I share Nathan's sentiments. Got confidence you'll let us know when t' run fer th' 'scape pods. An' ya can jus' call me Amy, or Millie.”

She shifted her weight to one foot, brushing her loose long hair back with a hand as she did so, “And fond as I am of Corellian ships, I ain't so keen on ridin' a ship that in Erik's own words, is akin to a battering ram. My hope's we will be gettin' a nice an' proper ship in th' none-too-distant future.”

She turned to give Ellie a lopsided smile after she said that, and then turned to look at Damron Blue, peering at him. The man could never survive outside of his suit. It seemed a terrible fate, trapped in a prison because of his own body and its ailment. Her skills as a doctor was sadly inadequate to that sort of problem, considering her primary task in the Alliance was a field combat medic, performing quick jobs and patching on the fly. As it was, she was at her limits with Fel and his Blastonecrosis, something she wasn't confident was completely dealt with, considering the lifestyle the man led. She mainly wished he'd lay low and take it easy for a few weeks. Ideally, a few months. But she greatly doubted he would agree to something like that. So, the next best thing she could do was stay close on hand, and get her hands on as much medications as she could wherever they went.

Finally, she turned her attentions away from Damron before it became too much like she was staring. That was when her little faulty BB-unit came stumbling in, bumping into legs and bulkheads as it warbled apologies and made its way to Amy's side in the most drunken way imaginable, it looked up at her and then turned to look at everyone else. “If I hadn't said it before, this is BB-Drunk,” said Amy, “an' I call 'im that, 'cause...well I think you already have a good idea. He's s'pposed t' make noise whenever he's comin' in, so you know he's headin' your way. Motivator's gone t' blazes, an' so's his head's gyro, so it spins everywhere. Try t' resist th' urge to shoot him. I promise he's still useful, an' a great listener otherwise.”

The tiny droid warbled in greeting at everyone, sounding fairly pleased.

*Ellie turned her attention to Fel as he entered the room. He seemed out of place in her mind, as if he wasn't sure how to convey his thoughts. She could also feel it in the force, a great weight was bearing down on him.*

*He started with obvious, then began to work his way to the bad news. Ellie knee the fuel levels were low, but not that low. That was just the start of it all. When he stated that he was going to turn himself in, made Ellie's mind slow for a second. Fel's plan sounded insane, well because it was. Handing himself in to the First Order put everyone at risk. And all for the off chance of stealing a ship.*

*Ellie glanced around for a moment. Everyone was taking in the information in their own way. Her eyes then landed on Fel.* "That's a bold plan, Fel. A lot can go wrong."

Thank you, Ellie, thought Amy when the woman commented on Fel's planning having way too many opportunities for things to go sideways. It certainly undermined her wishes to keep him safe from harm and danger, and put just about everyone on board at risk. Trouble was he brought this gizka-brained scheme only when they were all at the point of no return. Literally do or die. The softest sigh was the only indication to her thoughts and feelings as her face remained a stony mask that betrayed nothing else. She didn't care for herself, but she certainly cared for all the others. But what could they do? He had a point, that they needed something better.

“Pretty plan, captain,” said Amy, “So whaddaya need us t' do 'fore we meet th' First Order?”

Amy was wanted by both the First Order and the Empire on account of her being a Rebel and an Alliance member. Plus she escaped their supermax, they'd have a special kind of hell reserved for her and definitely Fel if either or both of them wound up getting caught again. Not something she particularly fancied for herself or even her worst enemy.

Thank the Maker. One of them had more'n a few watts worth of lightbulb up top. He hadn't done the very best job of laying it all out on the line, but who hadn't heard of the ole' switcheroo? Wasn't it about the oldest grift in the 'verse? I mean, this one had some subtleties, sure, and a bit of risk, yeah... OK, maybe he hadn't explained so well. Make it plain, Fel. Make it easy enough that an Astro with a dead photoreceptor could follow it. 

You. to Erik You got enough tricks in your kit-bag that you can make it seem as if we burned out our drive core, or that our reactor's fritzing? Gonna need to make it look convincing if the FO is gonna buy into this. I laid the groundwork: we're out of gas. But they're gonna scan us. ...I would. They need to see that this ship is fubar'd. Gotta be something that's obvious, something that's easily scanned, and something that's easily, and quickly reversible. You. to Ami-Lee See about getting ready to dump our atmo, and fire off all of the lifeboats and pods. Leave the nose docking ring pressurized, though. And then see if you can make it look convincing enough that there was a reactor breach in engineering, spiking our rad levels. You three. to Ty, Melia and Ellie There are ten suits in the amidships docking ring. Secure what we need of them in the nose airlock. Then double-check all your gear. It's likely we're going to be exchanging fire with stormies in a zero-gee environment. You. to Nate Brush up on your FO craft specs. I might need you to fly one of the craft, and it'll be short notice what it is, and how much time we have to get it underway. You. to Damron You boasted fifteen seconds. Fifteen. he steps toward the man, slowly, noting the twitching fingers We start this little caper outside, clinging like flies to a windscreen as the FO scans our stricken ship. They'll want to know there's nobody aboard. So we're not going to be aboard. I'm banking on two things. One -- that it's a junior officer in charge. It's less than likely they'll send a flag officer to investigate my claim, that Galdaart Fel has been spotted and is aboard a CR70 that's out of fuel somewhere in this quadrant. It's a wild goose chase. Two -- that they send a small patrol / escort flotilla. No capital ships, 'less the core gets wind of this in a hurry. So. We're freezing to death outside the Blasphemy, and when they send their boarding craft to dock with the empty ship, and they will -- because they're good little soldiers, and they follow protocol... we crawl over their craft and enter via an airlock, which you'll bypass in fifteen seconds, right? Because your timing and ability might mean the difference between death and glory, 'Tank.' 

He looks pointedly at the man, before turning back to his place against the wall, leaning against it once more -- this time, he is the epicentre of calm, the very figure of control. 

So, we pull the switcheroo. Their Stormies are aboard our ship. We enter and secure their boarding craft. Then we follow and eliminate the threat inside the Blasphemy. Lastly, we turn the tables, powering this beast up, and reminding those sons of bitches why Corellian craft should never be underestimated. We need to get the dorsal and ventral turbolasers active. That way, when we power up, the greenhorn in charge will hopefully shit his pants enough that we gain the upper hand. 

But I'm pretty new to fleet tactics. Any thoughts? Oh -- and as if I needed to say it. Lock and load. I figure if we're lucky, we have about two hours to get this done. 

With a nod, Amy pushed off from the bulkhead she'd been leaning against and moved to stand next to the door. But she stuck around a little longer to listen to any last minute instructions or conversations in case there was anything important being exchanged, then she was off. First, to the Medical Bay, to pack up as much as she possibly could and would logically need for anything unexpected. No duster for this trip, that would only get in the way. Two blasters, a scattergun, medical kit. That was going to be it, and it'll have to do. She was a decent shot, and quick on the draw, but she didn't count herself as one of the best or the fastest, it wasn't her forte. With that settled, she went back to the bridge to prepare to flush the atmosphere, and eject the lifeboats and escape pods as Fel instructed. But faking a reactor breach was going to be a bit trickier, she'd need either Ellie or Erik's help for that.

Now all she needed to do was get everyone and herself into suits, and then it was a simple matter to execute the remainder of her job. Still, this was just the plan. First, she ought to see Erik about making a false reactor breach.

She found him predictably in the engineering section, and she called him, announcing her presence, careful not to startle him, “Hey, Erik, you got a moment?”

She gestured to the reactor core, “Fakin' a reactor breach's a li'l out of my expertise. I'm a doctor, not a 'Mech Wiz. I can probably fake a basic scan with a false reading, but creating an actual false breach? That's a whole 'nother matter. Thought you might know a thing or two on that, and I believe he sorta asked you to come up with th' same thing, ain't that right? Wanna work together on it?”

Amy listened carefully to what Erik had to say, and she frankly agreed with his sentiments. “Ya got a point, there, Fixer.” she said with a shrug and a half-gesture of surrender, “T' be honest, I don't know why Fel wanted me t' do the reactor thing in th' first place. Certainly out of my ballpark. Guess too many hands in th' mix would spoil th' cake this time, yeah?”

Initially, she thought she'd leave it at that and excuse herself, seeing as Erik had things well in hand, but she paid attention to his words, and she drew closer, kneeling down to be eye level with him, “Still, if ya really would love the company, an' there might be some way I can help out, don't mind if I do stick aroun'. Figure it's high time I learnt a thing or two about keeping this baby's engines running. Got nothin' else that needs doin' until we're all outta hyperspace anyhow.”

She had no illussions that she'd make an engineer overnight, but she had a good eye and steady hands, that ought to count for something.