Brains of an Engineer are the Needs of the Universe

[Michael Scott]

Roger ran out of the hangar and decided he was done with the Empire, he barely made it out alive and decided he would tell the Alliance about the location of the Imperial star destroyers. He didn't care about anything else, he was just trying to survive; but he did care about his son, he still didn't know where he was or what happened to him.

 

[Rev]

((Those thermal detonators are going to be hell on your hanger Kassa, just a heads up.. lol))

Traask listened to the captain and simply gave him a nod as if to say he understood the mistake. Shaking his head at the thought of the private again, it was this simple motion that allowed him to see the guns dropping from the ceiling from his peripheral's.

"Get into the gun, try and take out those guns as best you can."

Plopping down in the pilot seat he was glad to see all the systems were primed. Then his ship was hit with heavy blaster fire. The soft clicks of thermal detonators bouncing off his ship could be heard from above and he simply hoped none landed in a place that they could hang on.

"Hold tight.."

Gripping his yoke he fired a proton torpedo at the gear that assisted in closing the hanger door. The already slow moving wall came to a halt at one side, the other still in motion. With a push of the thruster his ship took off, the landing gears dragging on durasteel until coming to nothing. His ship in a free fall from Uuagrick's pen until the appropriate measures could be taken. Holding his breath he waited for a thermal detonator to vaporize their ship, but after a few moments he couldn't help but exhale. Did they really just make it out of there alive..?

 

[Arm514ve]

Kelly came out of Rogers blind side as he was exiting the door with her saber drawn right in front of him blocking his way, ignited as several other Republic security forces showed up and surrounded him. "Hi how you doing." Kelly said with a smile. hearing the explosions inside. "Having a party are we?" She said then looking up as a ship escaped from the top of the hanger.

 

[Syn]

Mistral moved as he got to the weapons and spun around taking aim at the guns that had come down and he fired as the ship got out of the hanger and he didn't stop scanning until they were out. Slowly Mistral moved as he stood up and punched his speeder in frustration shouting. "You know I can survive for twenty years on a plague infested world, I can fight in countless battles and live, kill thousands of men and woman under my commander because they got infected and not die. But the one time I take a private out on a mission.. a simple mission at that, snatch and grab with a bounty hunter who knows what the hell he is doing too and the private screws us over almost getting us killed or captured." With a look Mistral didn't know if anyone was there as he spoke. "What the hell is wrong with this galaxy when you can't kidnap one simple old woman."

 

[Michael Scott]

Kelly came out of Rogers blind side as he was exiting the door with her saber drawn right in front of him blocking his way, ignited as several other Republic security forces showed up and surrounded him. "Hi how you doing." Kelly said with a smile. hearing the explosions inside. "Having a party are we?"

"A party yes," Roger took a deep breath, "a very fun party? No. What would you do if I told you everything about the Imperial Military and it's location? All I did was try to get information about my missing son, they forced me to do it I swear on my parent's grave!"

 

[Arm514ve]

"Right and I'm the grandmaster of the Jedi." She said as several troopers came up and placed binders on him, and confiscated his weapons. "I wounder what they do to terrorists these days?" she said out loud as they took Rodgers away.

 

[Kassa]

With the destruction of her hangar imminent, Grace watched as her droids fled, carrying parts of the fallen ones, with others wheeling out valuables, decorations, and other things.

They slowly watched as the hangar exploded, watching as it collapsed. The metal structure itself wasn't on fire, but the explosions caused it to collapse on in itself.

One of the thermal detonators did attach to the ship though. However, as the started going upward, it slipped off the wing. It exploded under them, and depending on their speed, they could explode, or they could simply escape the blast.

Grace shook her head, however. They got away, save for the Private. She stepped off her repulsorlift, watching as the droids reverted to their normal selves.

She went towards the Jedi, obviously irritated.

"I didn't get their names..."

 

[Michael Scott]

"I haven't done anything to terrorize anyone. I am a retired Captain from the 942nd Squadron, I demand to speak to your Senior Officer. Look, just take my datapad from my back pocket and you'll see what I've done. Also you can take a look at the holocams and see they were doing it, not me. You can try me how you want, because I know my rights."

 

[Arm514ve]

"Really now you just said you have detailed information of the sith now your saying you're in the 942nd, which is it? And I would love to look over the holo vids but the hanger is destroyed. Take him away troopers."

Kelly looked over to the person who approached who she assumed was the owner. "Its alright he might tell us though can you tell me what happened while we wait for the higher ups to arrive I was just passing by."

 

[Kassa]

"Milady?"

"Milady?"

"Why not?"

Silk and Satin seemed to whisper to one another for a moment. In the end, their hands shot out like graspers, in an attempt to grab the Private's shoulders and stomach.

If any hand made contact, they'd deliver a painful shock that would inevitable cause the private to faint. Grace had had enough of him, and by the looks of it, her droids had too.

"Take him away boys. Make sure you have someone interrogate him. Also, if you know any contractors, I need about 20 and about 500 crew members. I want my Hangar fixed,"

"Oh. And basically, by the looks of it, three men wanted to take me somewhere. They didn't have a very straight story, however. I'd be happy to discuss it after this Hangar is fixed,"

 

[Rev]

An explosion rang out from below the hull, it was more than enough to bring the ship to a heavy shake. The good thing about Thermal Detonators was the fact they were only deadly in the range their explosion was designed for, anything beyond that was safe.. Even if you were outside the distance by centimeters or inches. Lucky for them the detonator fell just out of harms way when Traask hit the thrusters. He couldn't quite believe the woman had such an armament in her shop; it would've been better to have checked that out beforehand..

"Diagnostic check Siryn."

He asked again, this time the readout was a little more heavy. They suffered a few thousand in damages alone. Slamming his hand into the dashboard he groaned out in frustration, allowing the autopilot to bring them through the atmosphere and finally into space.

Getting from his seat he'd look for Mistral. Finally coming in contact with the Captain he gripped the man by the throat and guided him towards the loading ramp. Only inches away from the hatch that would send the man to his doom Traask looked into the poor bastards eyes.

"Who was that?"

The assault droids hoverd towards the bounty hunter, "standing" on either side of him with their weapons raised and ready to take out the Imperial if it was needed. His hand tightened down on Mistral's trachea, stealing some of his precious oxygen before releasing him somewhat from the tight grasp. His hand remained firm on the officer's neck, not letting the gravity of the situation weigh in any more than it had to.

 

[Syn]

Mistral looked at Traask and spoke as he held up his hands. "How the hell should I know, he was a private who joined two months ago. He bribed an admiral into getting him a higher rank if he captured this woman. I was sent with him because no one sends a private on missions alone. Now what went wrong was the real story here cause I know you didn't do anything wrong hell I liked your plan I went along with it waiting in the cockpit for you to bring her inside then stun her. Then I look up and he's gone and outside with you then next i know he says we are from Naboo... Naboo after you told her a story." With a look Mistral kept speaking as he motioned for Traask to take his hand away. "Now take your hand off of me, it is still a long trip to Bastion and I have to report that the private sabotaged the mission. You will of course be compensated for damages and injuries sustained and be on your way. i on the other hand will be punished for failure." With another look Mistral popped his neck and rolled his shoulders as he turned around. "Then when everything is over, I am going to find out where private Cantrell is located, kill him and if he has any family well I am going to make sure they get a nice trip to my home planet. Cause any offspring of his can't be allowed to live."

 

[Rev]

"Siryn, get us to Bastion.."

With that he released Mistral from his grasp and let the man aside. He was agitated that the job went so poorly, all due to one man. This is why he worked alone, why he didn't want less willed men along with him; they couldn't do the job. Walking back towards the cockpit he called out to Mistral.

"Once I get you off at Bastion, that'll be the last we see of each other. I'll take my compensation and leave you to your.."

He paused for a long moment feeling no ill-will towards the man, but life had a cruel way of playing out. If Mistral was lucky the Empire wouldn't have him killed for his insolence. Hell, if Traask was lucky he wouldn't get killed for the Captain's insolence.

"..fate."

The word was cold, he let it linger in the air before sitting in his chair. The ship jumped to lightspeed with one quick blur. They'd be in the hyperspace tunnel for the next few hours then they would be out of each others hair. Nadill needed a drink, perhaps he could find a Cantina in a hole somewhere he could hide out for a few days. Get some of the heat taken off his ship. At that thought he changed the transponder codes back to their original numbers and began moving the info on the Battered Rancor back to where it needed to be. He did however change the captain's picture with the Empire's former Private.. Cantrell. He put as much negative information as he could on the soldier; hoping that if the Alliance looked into him they'd simply find a bunch of negative information as opposed to some truth to his treason.