Naboo's Open Orbit

Pisces had just finished loading the last torpedo- when he heard the com stating they were jumping into hyperspace. Carefully, he made sure everything was secure and in place before holding into something. Even a minor shutter with the jump might send his clawed feet skittering down the hall. He hated ships. He hated space travel. And he was about to be reminded why.

After the small jump, all seemed quiet for a split second before the ship rattled. Pisces had let go of his hold and stumbled a bit. What was that? He was unsure but his antennae twitched nervously as he took a few steps toward the hall which would take him back to the bridge. A series of thuds and more rattling signaled his good work was put to...he hoped- good use. A few seconds later and he saw Jashan and Poppi running down the hall towards him, perhaps before they saw him. He wasn't sure if Zelosiions or Ferrereos could see in the dark- but he knew he could, and it was even better if the target was moving.

Nimbly the Kobok stepped out of the way- not bothering to ask what was going on, because he didn't have the time before a blaster was shoved into his hands along with a rebreather. Pisces sighed, attaching the rebreather to his face and taking up a concealed position atop one of the crates- in a nimble crouch.
Should have "Click" used one of "Click" my suggestions... "Click"...

The insectoid chortled before lifting his head slightly and allowing his acute 360 vision to give him situational awareness. He actually rested his side against the back wall- angling his body sideways at the door, and keeping his left compound eye on the structure, not having the need to actually face the direction he would shoot in. This made him a much smaller target- even though his spindly frame was a pretty small target to begin with. But his dull yellow carapace didn't hide him very well... It was alright he supposed. He was a darn good shot- as long as the target was moving.

===Aboard the Sable===

The ship lurched as the transport clamped down on the Courier. And, in the darkness, everyone breathed hard. Pisces said...something. Honestly Jashin was just focused on the fact the bug had taken a blaster and was pointing it at the airlock. The seconds ticked down - and then there were sparks around the frame of the airlock bulkhead, plasma drills cycling and cutting a hull - then a flash as a breaching charge flung the now loose door across the hold. In unison, Poppi, Jashin, and Pisces opened fire, pouring crimson fire through the hole.

This was, perhaps, a little counterproductive as unseen troopers tossed a pair of gas grenades into the hold - both of which were promptly struck by blaster bolts, and exploded, their entire contents released at once into both transport and Sable.

Cursing, Jashin squinted through the fog that now obscured even his vision - something in the chemicals was reflective, making infrared light bounce off wildly. The three, though, wore full face masks, so even knockout gas or irritants wouldn't (immediately) neutralize the trio.

Ah, but then the masked menace began its inexorable march: two by two, Stormtroopers began fouring through the breach, E-11's spraying crimson haphazardly, peppering the crates and boxes that the trio had taken cover behind. It was here that the troopers had an advantage - their helmets could electronically piece through the haze, offering a far more accurate picture of where their enemy was. As it was, Jashin had to practically crouch behind his crate, firing blindly with his free hand over the edge of his crate. Poppi, meanwhile, was cowering in a doorway, his blaster spewing bolts in a continuous spray. Jashin had no idea where Pisces was. But, by the pained sounds coming from his far left, he was doing something to the eggheads - and that was what counted.

The bodies began to pile up, over and over the trios weapons pulsed. Trooper upon trooper falling to the ground, until, miraculously...they stopped.

"Are...are...are they all gone?" Asked Poppi in the deafening silence that followed. His voice quavering slightly.

"I-" Began Jashin, his voice cracking. Licking his lips, squinting through the fog of the grenades, he peered into the gloom. "I don't know. Be quiet till we know for sure."

But then the ship lurched. No, the SHIPS lurched, corrected Jashin mentally. He could hear the clamps twist and creak as the pair of ships shuddered communally under some unknown force.
"What the Kark -" A deafening clang, far louder and far larger than anything Jashin had ever heard before interrupted him. "...was that?" Jashin finished hollowly.

He had his answer soon enough. A quintet of sparks began to shower through the cargo hold, bathing everything in light, making the trio of would-be pirates cower on the ground. Then a series of thuds, followed by veritable streams of troopers. Stun batons reigned down on heads, beating the three into submission: and those that didn't submit, where simply shot with stun bolts.

In the twilight consciousness that followed, Jashin got his answer; dragged as he was across expansive deck plating under harsh sterile lights, he saw, just before he lapsed into the dark embrace of unconsciousness, the fact that he was aboard an Imperial Star Destroyer.

===Aboard The Detainer===

Deck Officer Harris, with multiple platoons of troopers in tow, watched as the transport was boarded: his troops cutting through the Courier efficiently and quickly. Indeed, it was due to this efficiency that (most) of his troops had been on the ship, and then subsequently left - the shield even now closing over the hangar - before a trio of proton bombs slipped through the closing gap, struck both Courier and transport, sending wreckage and fire spiraling through the bay.

An entire platoon of troops was leveled by wreckage: but, thankfully, transport captain and the occupants of the Courier were hauled to safety before they could all be absolutely leveled. The same could not be said for everyone else. The entire crew of the transport was killed by asphyxiation as the ensuing flames sucked the oxygen out of the bay - and deck crews as well as were killed by the concussive force of the blast. Automatically blast doors closed, sealing off the damaged area, and Deck officer Harris commed a report to the bridge.

This is Deck Officer Harris. Ventral bay destroyed due to bombing run. Harris out.

That piece of work out of the way, Harris took all present - a Firrerreo, Kobbock, Zelosian, and pilot of the transport to the detention level via the quickest possible route.

(Plot armor for the Detainer engaged, par our agreement. Vigor and Fervor to chase.)

===Aboard The Detainer - Detention Cells===

"...Yup."

"...Nope."

"...Yup."

"...Yup."

Ralk didn't really contribute much to it all, instead cocking an ear as he heard the booted feet of Stormtroopers approaching. More than usual, the sound had both Ralk and Lyra exchanging a look. Giving a signal, the pair stood on either side of the door, waiting for the arrival of what they could only assume to be new prisoners. The doors opened, a pair of blasters barrels being shoved into the cell. Ralk, grabbing the barrel closest to him, yanked both barrel and trooper into the cell with him, using the rifle as a club to brain the hapless trooper over the head.

He didn't pause to see what Lyra did. Instead flipping the rifle in his hands, turning the weapon on the surprised squad in the hallway. Blaster fire filled the hall - two troopers fell on the right - and when several fell to the left, he could only assume Lyra was responsible. Huddled on the ground in a loose pile, were the new detainees; a Firrerreo, a insectoid, and a green man of the likes Ralk had never seen before.

Consciousness wafted in and out, his vision so blurry that he could barely tell what was going on. Were they on a cart? He thought they were on a cart. Four troopers flanked them. Them? Yeah, them...they were all here, Pisces and Poppi as well, all one drooling unconscious mess. The cart came to a stop, and the troopers dumped them all on the ground. He heard chatter, something about a battle. His vision solidified - and he, communally with Poppi and Pisces, groaned on the ground.

"On your feet Rebels!" Grunted out a trooper, giving a kick at Jashin.

Jashin winced at the pain - but, frankly, the pain helped him focus - and before him he saw the white faces of Troopers, and the dull black of detention cells. "Ah...damn" he grated out, his throat dry. He didn't get much farther than that, before a trooper opened a cell door - in a flash, though, both troopers disappeared, and the hall was filled with blasterfire. Just as quickly the troopers were dead, and a short dark haired woman, and a hulking giant walked out of the cell to enter the hallway.


Wait. He...knew that voice. He struggled to make his vision focus. But as the woman came closer, and, rather suddenly - embraced and kissed him - he immediately knew who it was. No thanks to the stud piercing on her tongue. It was Lyra Lux. Lyra Lux was here on the ship. Which meant the hulking giant was... "Ralk? That you? Kark...did Dante send you to rescue me?"

(Getting close to 9 guys! Have to hurry this spot Rp up!)

The battle waged on outside, ships falling, others outright exploding. In the fray, all concentration and energy was directed to the battle and its progress. As such, non-essential tasks and commands fell by the wayside - a prison break was considered in this category.

As such, the death of the squad went altogether unnoticed, especially when there was a prisoner the deck above currently being interrogated. No, the wayward cellmates would have to leave that block before the decks were put on alert. And they would have to move fast - fast indeed, for at 0900, the Detainer would miraculously break clear of the grav pulse mines, and jump to lightspeed. Only time would tell if they would be on the ship when it did or not.

"Massad? Ah shite. No wonder this entire thing went belly up. No Jashy boy, Carta-Cresh is a resistance cell...and you, a happy happenstance."

Lyra muttered to herself, then cursed as her old love interest was twisted away to face Ralk. Just as quickly, she reached out a hand, and spun him back.

"No you lumberjack. Don't you see? He's the pirate. He karked it all up. Every bit. And now..."

A chrono beeped, from a device somewhere on (or in) her person. Probably the latter, considering how she near jumped outa her own skin.

"Shite, gets me every time. No time to discuss this. We've got forty minutes. Less even. You want to live? Shut up and come with us."

And she was off, running down down the hall, stopping at the security station to pull up a map.

"We're in luck. Target is on the deck above. We go up, get the asset, retrieve the stick, come back down to this level, and get in the escape pod. Now let's go."