Well, that was quite rude. FourSev's suspicions only grew as Loretta acted more and more paranoid. It was already odd that she disabled his microphone, but to disable his primaries? That was a completely pointless effort! Did she believe he would betray her? FourSev laughed internally at the idea. Due to the bacta-induced hyper sleep he was always kept in, his last deployment felt like yesterday. He was always in top mental state, and his record showed it. Giving her a rather stiff salute, FourSev exited the room, the doors parting to make way for him. If he could scowl inside his helmet, he could. He needed to contact High Command about this, but he had an errand to run first.

He took the turbo lift up to the surface, and stepped out of the mines, his navigation programs kicking in, drawing a path through the war zone that was Belona. He spent a few seconds optimizing his route, before drawing his T-21 and setting off at a medium-paced run. He would be able to keep up the run all the way to the command center, barring any interruptions.

And interruptions there were. 

By the time he was halfway to the command center, he ran into a rebel patrol. They didn't see him coming, but his scanners saw them well before. The perfect situation for an ambush. They were heading towards him, so he hid behind a collapsed wall. All he did to spring the trap was step around the corner of the wall, and by the time they had drawn their weapons, a relentless spray of blaster fire had already mowed down half of them. The rest scattered, and with another well-calculated sweep, the rest were put down, all but one. Shifting his T-21 to one arm, he drew his commando pistol with the other, firing and hitting the desperately retreating rebel in the back of the knee. 

The man collapsed, screaming with pain, as FourSev approached him. Stepping over to the rebel, FourSev made it a point to step on his other leg, snapping the bone like a dry twig. FourSev then grabbed the rebel by the top of his helmet, forcing him upright onto his knees and angling his head to look straight into the poor man's eyes

"Where is your base of operations?" 

"I ain't telling you shit, Imp!" 

"Very well. The next man will." 

He let go of the man's helmet, and instead grabbed his throat, lifting him clean up off the ground as he choked him. The man scratched and scrabbled at his vambrace, before FourSev tightened his grip, and the man's neck snapped, his body going limp. Foursev dropped him, and went on his way.

It wasn't long before he came across the command center, his clearance allowing himself entry with no real problems. He made his way through the halls, until he finally came across the command center. The two guards outside nodded at him, before letting him inside. He walked in, and stopped, surveying the room filled with tactical analysts and communications personnel for Major Zorra. After locating her, he stepped over to her, giving her his customary salute and standing at ease. "Major Zorra, I have a message for you. Captain Loretta is requisitioning the rioters that have recently fallen under your custody, asking for them to be transferred to her custody. If transportation is an issue, I will handle them." He stated, and awaited a response. 

The whole time, he was working his own subroutines. The only weapon truly wired to FourSev was his shoulder-mounted blaster cannon, so regaining use of his blaster rifle was a much simpler affair, something he could do (and did do) given a couple minutes and some peace and quiet. The blaster cannon, however, was a different story. The targeting, aiming, and firing systems were all integrated into his system, so there was no way for him to get that online without direct intervention from Loretta herself.