It makes some sense: both are intruders, but the only one who actually looks dangerous is So'lid ^-^u
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Fixer found himself with a rather strange feeling: his plan had worked, and he could barely believe it. Even better: the remaining Tie had broken contact, so the actually risky part of the maneouver was no longer neccesary. Now... was that the ship that was behind them in the checkpoint's row? Another smuggler probably, or someone who didn't wanted to get blamed for what they had just done and was fleeing. Law abiding citizens were not native from Pressy's Thumble as long as he knew.
And the ship was not firing at them.
Then, his improved sensors proved, once more, his oldest and most important improvement when he heard the hatch opening in the nearby room. That should be Jacques going down...
... but he hadn't heard the room's doors opening. Damn! Hadn't he locked the hatch from the outside?!
Fixer commanded the ship's computer to get the auto pilot on and start plotting a safe Hyperspace route from outside the field. Then he heard one of the doors opening and as fast as he could, retrieved his blaster from over the console and pointed at the door: it didn't opened.
"Krus" -he called through the internal comm-link- "Is Jacques by yourr plaze?" he heard another door: yet not the cockpit's. "Krus, I'm hearrring the doors in ze korridor from ze Cockpit: iz zat you?" Krus had to be alive and operative. Krus had been pointing at the sole entrance of an small room in silence. Whatever happened to the inspectors down the corridor couldn't have gotten him by surprise. He... he SHOULD be in his room, dammnit!
After an instant of doubt he switched the blaster into Stun. Something still felt bad into his programming when he thought about harming neimoidians.
And the door, finally, opened.
And the heavily retroffited E-5 fired for the first time in a long time of service to the Confederacy.
And the ship was not firing at them.
Then, his improved sensors proved, once more, his oldest and most important improvement when he heard the hatch opening in the nearby room. That should be Jacques going down...
... but he hadn't heard the room's doors opening. Damn! Hadn't he locked the hatch from the outside?!
Fixer commanded the ship's computer to get the auto pilot on and start plotting a safe Hyperspace route from outside the field. Then he heard one of the doors opening and as fast as he could, retrieved his blaster from over the console and pointed at the door: it didn't opened.
"Krus" -he called through the internal comm-link- "Is Jacques by yourr plaze?" he heard another door: yet not the cockpit's. "Krus, I'm hearrring the doors in ze korridor from ze Cockpit: iz zat you?" Krus had to be alive and operative. Krus had been pointing at the sole entrance of an small room in silence. Whatever happened to the inspectors down the corridor couldn't have gotten him by surprise. He... he SHOULD be in his room, dammnit!
After an instant of doubt he switched the blaster into Stun. Something still felt bad into his programming when he thought about harming neimoidians.
And the door, finally, opened.
And the heavily retroffited E-5 fired for the first time in a long time of service to the Confederacy.
The words moved through his software as water into a deep river: easily and quickly. It was almost pleasurable to say them aloud. Now, the Ties were forming behind him. The droid took an almost straight scaperoute in order to make them believe they were out-running him. Then, he decreased speed. Slowly. Slowly. He had stopped firing the Ion cannons, making the pilots believe they were malfunctioning. He had, also, his third arm just over a ladder which would release the Septic system's content behind the ship with a simple pull. Here, far in the system's edge, it would freeze almost instantly and become a mayor and unexpected obstacle for his pursuers. Allowing him to get rid of at least one or two fighters and use the confusion to get rid of the rest with the ship's conventional weaponry.
The most unconventional space-mine in galactic history was about to be released. And Fixer started to worry a little about his own sanity, once he analyzed the Idea he just had. Creative droids, who would have guessed that?.
The Ties were just a few metres at his six. He pulled the ladder.
The most unconventional space-mine in galactic history was about to be released. And Fixer started to worry a little about his own sanity, once he analyzed the Idea he just had. Creative droids, who would have guessed that?.
The Ties were just a few metres at his six. He pulled the ladder.
The real question should be asked, however: Is Fixer releasing the water system, or the septic? O.o
"Sir, it appears we are being bombarded by frozen balls of shit...I repeat, frozen shit balls are causing the TIEs massive damage, requesting immediate retraction and regrouping..."
Now THAT is clever O-Ou :-)
@Sleater Is Fixer getting ready to jettison the cargo on the lower deck? O.O
No, because as lng as I know, theres no cargo, and someone's going to check the cargo haul ^-^u.
I saw this in an old, VERY old SW comic: I don't know if I'm going to do it or not yet but, if the described maneouvers don't work, I plan to let the TIEs get close and release the ship's water supply. If everything goes as planned, the water will freeze in the space and become a big block of Ice suddenly in their way :-D
jettison the cargo will happen only as last resort hehe ^-^
Fixer reached the ladder without a problem and locked the hatch while leaving towards the cockpit. He surely thought he would be forced to pilot this beuty one day... but this was just one day too soon. Inmediately he started evassive maneouvers while connecting himself to the computer in order to receive de sensors info faster. He started to think he could use the Tie's speed to his advantadge at least once: drastically, unespectedly reducing speed and giving power to the rear shields, in order to be sorpassed by the fighters and have a window to shoot them down with the front weapons.
He made that plan into motion, but it made no sense not to use the side Ion cannons: he turned them backwards and started shooting. At least that should make harder for them to hit the Milano... now, were did Musuka had stored the Hyperspace coordinates? ¡Ah, yes! right before the "porn" folder. Those Spacers...
A laser discharge impacted into the shields, and the whole ship felt it. That had been a close one. If they only had any cargo left that could be released to form a temporary obstacl...
Fixer did the closest thing he could to a smile:
"Roger, Roger"
He made that plan into motion, but it made no sense not to use the side Ion cannons: he turned them backwards and started shooting. At least that should make harder for them to hit the Milano... now, were did Musuka had stored the Hyperspace coordinates? ¡Ah, yes! right before the "porn" folder. Those Spacers...
A laser discharge impacted into the shields, and the whole ship felt it. That had been a close one. If they only had any cargo left that could be released to form a temporary obstacl...
Fixer did the closest thing he could to a smile:
"Roger, Roger"
Then I think Gavon is opening the door in 16 or 15, meanwhile Sol'id must be in 18 and Fixer in 12
If he is wer I think he is, he can go into the hold or further into the ship through the corridor in which Fixer has switched off lights and is pointing at the entrance. It may not know who he is shooting at, but he will probably see something to shoot at with his improved sensors. Im not sure if the other BH is making his way through the cargo hold or not. And I don't know in which moment will it be obvious the life maintenance in the hold is de-activated, but I assume the effect is not inmediate: first temperature will drop, and then air will stop flowing alongside several minutes.
Look at the map :-D
That's how I see the situation. I think everyone else is in the upper deck. And I just can't remember were Krus has barricaded.
Look at the map :-D
That's how I see the situation. I think everyone else is in the upper deck. And I just can't remember were Krus has barricaded.
Except for the confusion related to the sound archive, the operation was being a success. Fixer was so full of himself that he remembered a commander he had once obeyed, who claimed that droids could not be wrong. Then he reminded himself a few other moments in which he had been wrong and tempered his mood. By the way, he couldn't keep piloting this beauty from a maintenance computer forever. Anyway, he decided to swithch off life maintenance and lights in the cargo hold and transfer that energy to the shields, while charging a routine evading course to prevent being hit from the station or his ships.
"We are out, sir!" he transferred through internal commlink "However I would really like to know WHO has started firing in the cargo hold! Mainly vvecause Im just by it. And if someone could pliiiise get down here, to the cockpit, or to the Ion Cannons, dat... dat would be awesome"
Then, Fixer went silent, and directed his improved sensors to try and guess what was going on behind the sealed door. He would had sworn he had heard an explosion. And the guards were not yelling anymore. His gun yet pointing at the entrance, he commanded the computer with the last orders needed to get out and set the autopilot. Then he blocked the terminal, switched the screen and light off and, relying on his improved sensors, proned near the door and opened it, gun in his right hand.
If he had success, he would be able to reach for the stairway meanwhile the guards or whoever was in the hold recovered his feet after the maneouver, and do it under cover from darkness. Slowly, he started walking backways, ducked, with slow but continous movements. His sensors gave him advantage. They had to.
"We are out, sir!" he transferred through internal commlink "However I would really like to know WHO has started firing in the cargo hold! Mainly vvecause Im just by it. And if someone could pliiiise get down here, to the cockpit, or to the Ion Cannons, dat... dat would be awesome"
Then, Fixer went silent, and directed his improved sensors to try and guess what was going on behind the sealed door. He would had sworn he had heard an explosion. And the guards were not yelling anymore. His gun yet pointing at the entrance, he commanded the computer with the last orders needed to get out and set the autopilot. Then he blocked the terminal, switched the screen and light off and, relying on his improved sensors, proned near the door and opened it, gun in his right hand.
If he had success, he would be able to reach for the stairway meanwhile the guards or whoever was in the hold recovered his feet after the maneouver, and do it under cover from darkness. Slowly, he started walking backways, ducked, with slow but continous movements. His sensors gave him advantage. They had to.
:-)
right now I feel so awesome I could cry ^-^
right now I feel so awesome I could cry ^-^
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