Orpel looked over his shoulder at Zel one last time. He needed a moment, for all the tough talk he had pumping Zel up, he wasn’t sure he was up for this himself. He held his E-11 Blaster rifle in his left hand and pointed it at the cockpit door as he pressed the button to open it. The hiss of the door opening was followed by an immediate barrage of a retrofitted E-5 that send his blaster arm reeling, he squeezed out a few shots blackening the durasteel pilot chairs and leaving a  few nasty burns on the inside of the cockpit windows. Then he felt a searing pain go through his chest that slowly transformed into a mellow heat that spread over his body. He didn’t even notice that he had dropped the E-11,  and only caught a glimpse of the thing responsible for it all as his eyes rolled back and his head hit the deck.

Zel had checked 3 rooms, setting the door panel’s to keep the doors open to know which ones he had checked, now when the door controls wouldn’t respond to the normal tap on the panel and heard: 

[i]"What do you want with me? I am just a poor merchant, trying to make a living!"[/i]

He immediately stepped back and raised his E-11 for a two-handed grip at the door. Anxiously looking back into the hallway towards Orpel. He was just shouting  “I got o-“ when the cockpit door opened and blaster bolts were hailing Orpel’s body. Instinctively he turned and started sending bolts the way of the cockpit inaccurately, at the glimpse of a droid he only saw in old Holo-documentaries about the Clone Wars. Zel didn’t let go off the trigger and peppered the hallway with black marks until his carbine suddenly stopped firing. A gasp escaped Zel as he looked down and ran to the nearest open cabin for cover.


Behind Fixer a few red dots on the long range scanner were indicating something other than asteroids lying ahead, they flickered in and out of existence due to the static but it was something resembling the signatures of VT-49 Decimators.