Ask Not According to Plan

[Darth Tiamat]

Error...

Error...

Error...

This was not good, she was certain she had thoroughly reviewed the data as she went back through her numbers. Tiamat paused to look over at Wodan who was supposed to be keeping a lookout for unannounced guests. She cleared he throat, trying to act cool, like something wasn't wrong as she watched the errors stream down the terminal screen. Not thinking he heard her, she cleared her throat again, "Hey, um..."

Tiamat started to unplug her holopad and stuffing cords back into her pack, both nervous, frustrated and annoyed that the task was coming to a sudden end because she could not figure out where her error was located in her algorithm. It would have worked out just fine unless she gravely mistaken the firewalls that were in place here, but her intel was reliable, it was confirmed numerous times. "Um, we gotta jet." she stood up and nearly on cue as the klaxons begun to fill the droid factory. The illuminators shut off and only the emergency lighter remained on, doors throughout the factory starting shutting loudly as the whirl of production lines quieted.

She quickly scrolled through the holopad and the coding, still trying to figure out where she went wrong. "C'mon, lets get out of here before security finds us."

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[Wodan]

Wodan fidgeted with the blaster in its shoulder holster, a heavy jacket concealed the weapon as well as his lightsaber across the base of his spine. His eyes danced across the surrounding walkways and paths looking to see if anyone had spotted the pair of Sith. It seemed to be going according to plan until Tiamat started hacking up a hairball. Shuffling behind him pulled his attention away from the streets to see Tiamat yanking out cables at an alarming rate.

Even without the actual brains to understand what the red head was doing, he could tell by her body language that it had gone to shit. Wodan stepped back as Tiamat stood to the sound of klaxons. “Shit.” He grumbled as he pulled the blaster free from its holster, darkness taking hold throughout the facility.

“Lead the way.” He gestured, letting the woman slip out of her little cubby hole before following. His eyes adjusting to the low light, The Force beginning to flow out of him trying to latch onto any sense of movement or life around them. The emergency lighting was pointing them towards one of the many exits, but Wodan was sure it would be guarded. “Any chance your mechanical wizardry can find us a way out, which won’t be covered?”

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

Tiamat climbed quickly out of the cubby as Wodan gestured for her to lead the way for their escape, still reading from her holopad as he asked about their exits. She glanced up to the signs that pointed to the emergency exits and sighed, "Possibly two floors up, low maintenince traffic area from what I gather." she said, “OH! Ha, I see now…” she said pointing to her holopad as though Wodan would understand what he was even looking at with the scrambles of numbers and letters.

“I misspelled file-run and it says file-ruin…” the redhead woman chuckled to herself seeming a bit too calm about the security detail that was preparing to enter their floor. “C’mon, this way.” She guided as she dropped the holopad back into her pack, leading the way.

Though as they neared a pair of double doors, the magnetic lock released, the light turning green and Tiamat quickly grabbed Wodan by the arm and swung him back behind her as they used the utility pipes as cover. Entered were two security droids, blasters raised as they communicated in droid speak.

“Ohh…I don’t think they’re non-lethal.” She sighed, pulling her hood over her head and pulled her own blaster, peaking from around the pipe to gauge their own distance from the exit they needed. “Let’s try to avoid a brawl.” The droids continued further in, scanning the hall, searching with the sensors until they stopped a few feet away from where the pair were hiding. The door opened again, and entered two more figures, though it would be clear they were organics, as they strolled further inside to meet their droids.

“Sensors picked up organic readings in here. I don’t they have left yet.” Spoke one and the droids beeped in compliance, continuing their way down the hallway. Tiamat glanced at Wodan, her annoyance clear on her features they would have to fight to get out of this place.

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[Wodan]

Wodan’s eyes followed her hands and she pointed out the emergency exit and began making his way towards the nearest set of metal stairs. Tiamat started blurting out something to do with her holopad and what she had typed in, he had no idea what she was on about and just gave her a puzzled look as guided him towards their hopeful exit.

The Firrerrian let out a short shout of ‘woh’ as Tiamat grabbed him by the arm, the short redhead had both a mighty grip and the strength of someone twice her size as she flung Wodan behind her like a dancing partner. His knee clattered into one of the steel pipes as he came to a stop sending a cold sensation running through his leg and up his spine, biting down on his teeth to stop him letting out a yelp as the droids made their appearance.

“I don’t think we can avoid it.” He said softly, “You thinking stun settings for the organics? Or are we just going to try and get out of here as quickly as possible?” He asked, the droids were getting close but they had a little time yet to sort out some kind of plan before they were stumbled upon.

@GABA

 

[Darth Tiamat]

No, it couldn't be avoided and mentally, Tiamat was having a pout. She was really in mood for combat and was really banking on the hope that they could slip out just as easily as they had slipped inside. Though she really only had herself to blame, if she just taken more time to double check her coding instead of gawking at the latest episode of Love Yacht Number Nine, she probably wouldn't be in this mess.

The woman let out a quiet sigh, "There isn't going to be a quick way." she huffed, shoving her holopad back into her pack. The droids neared, "We're just gonna have to go through the sewers." she seemed greatly displeased at the idea, her voice carrying just enough to catch the attention of the droids as she stepped out swiftly from behind their hiding spot. With their processing speeds, they didn't hesitate to start firing bolts, clearly their masters not interested in taking live prisoners. For Tiamat, it felt like a simple routine drill, the grace of her steps betraying her dancer background and Wodan would feel the Force twist under her command, and something else - the air pressure would change.

An electrical surge bounced between each of the droids in their failed ability to successful land aim on the redheaded organic. They stopped and fell over, bolts and limbs seeming to just fall apart on the droids as Tia beckoned for him to follow into the next room, using a saber-carved doorway as their entry point.

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