Episode 2: My Kind Of Party

[BanksAT]

[Amanda Rose]

"Are you kidding? The scrap metal value from the most stingy, credit pinching miser on Ord Mantell would be a fortune without end. This-" he stamped his foot on the metal hull, making it ring with each thump "Is-Pure-Money-Honey. Throw in the fact it's a unique piece of kit, with exotic technology that can bend the very fabric of reality to pull ships from hyperspace? Name me one bush league power in the Outer Rim that won't sell off the crown jewels to have this baby? Hell who know how much the Empire will pay to get it back? Thats got a nice ring of irony to it."

He reached into one of his coats many pockets and began to pull out a few hand held items. They clicked and slide together with ease, forming form useless pocket trash the idle rich carried around to something a false talker could use: a comm link. He fiddled with the controls for a moment, before-

"-you know I think perhaps they've forgotten about me." Othar's voice echoed out of the piecemeal communications device "I have skills you know? Valuable skills that are being put to waste-"

"Othar, can you put me through to our Twi'lek chorus leader and her all urchin band?" Caleb said jauntily, a swagger somehow appearing in his voice if not his step.

"If their still in the same-"

"Thats fine, just put me through." Caleb said, covering the mouth piece as he spoke to Tav and Stalker "Whilst I'm filling in the others be a couple of dears and find a hatch or something to get us onto the inside of this thing. I'd prefer stealthy and sneaky but if you have to cut open a view port and toss Tav in as a stun grenade that works for me."

Tavlia laughed at that. "Me?" she asked while dangling her right arm in front of her chest in a manner indicating innocence. Stunning? Why, you're all too kind!"

tag - Stalker, others

[Melissa Richards]

[Sjet]

[T-Prime]

[Melissa Richards]

[Sjet]

[Sjet]

"Mutiny Code."

The Professor slowly descended into the crew pit in which Jarion had secreted himself, and the gas bag of a alien began to stretch out feelers and tentacles to work the buttons and levers. As he did this screens began to light up, flickering with a steady stream of computer code and Imperial voice communications.

"All Imperial warships are fitted with such codes, so that were the crew to mutiny the Commander or Political officer could commandeer the ships systems from a centrally located and secured position." it spoke, bobbing up and out of the crew pit and floating towards the other one "Once the code is entered all ship board systems will revert total control to this command centre. It will take the crew of the Night Witch many hours to cut through the blast doors, by which time many of them will have suffocated due to being deprived of atmosphere."

For a giant bloating bag of gas, it sure did like taking peoples breath away. It pointed a tendril towards the communication booth situated just off the aux bridge's rear before the main blast doors.

"The signal to detonate the explosive charges the Imperials placed on my other counterpart's is ready to be signalled from that station." It said flatly, as though blowing up 82 of its kin was about as emotionally taxing as a eating slice of pie. And good pie at that.

TAG-Boomer and Jarion

[Amanda Rose]

[Melissa Richards]