TDRP: Star Wars Rebels - Log 3
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xp_logsSo far, so good - the group manage to get to the strong room and retrieve their prize, before things go horribly wrong.
Several long minutes passed as Rubanu worked on slicing the code for the door, almost too many as they stood exposed in the hall. Finally, the controls switched over to green and the door slid open. It wasn’t a large room, but it was carefully separated into a honeycomb of compartments, each one sealed and numbered.
“Damn, no way to get a manifest. Tara, we need to sort this. It will be a late model, Jedi coded, and likely still imprinted with the Jedi who helped create it. Can you narrow it down for us?” Griggs asked.
Tara grimaced as she looked around. "I will certainly try. While we aren't exactly overflowing with Jedi these days, there are still enough of them to make it difficult. But..." She sighed deeply as she opened her mind to the Force, letting it fill her with the knowledge and power that it represented. She fell into a semi-meditative state.
Eyes closed, she started to walk forward slowly, passing compartments without comment until she abruptly stopped. Her eyes snapped open to lock in on one about waist high. "This one."
Rubanu immediately moved forward, inserting a small plug into one of the ports. "Damn, this must be really important to them... There are like three layers of encryption around the thing." She commented as she stared at the small screen. "But if they use the same algorithm as at the door..."
She tapped a few buttons and her eyebrows rose. "This may be important to them, but whoever did this security is an idiot. Using the same algorithm twice... tsk tsk." Three further taps and the light on the door turned to green., but the compartment still didn't open.
"My turn." Aola came forward, pulling her lock picking tools from the pouch on her belt. A few moments of tinkering, a pick in each hand and one held by a head tail, she made a satisfied noise and the compartment slid open. "Just like magic."
Griggs reached in and pulled out the small metal cube. It was recessed with a complex geometrical design and a hint of blue light emanated from the core. "I would have expected it to be harder, to be honest."
Behind them the door hissed open and the first Stormtroopers rushed the room.
Roaring to both alert her teammates and to finally have something useful to do, Rryobbi unleashed a steady torrent of blaster fire at the oncoming Stormtroopers. The first several blasts found their mark - a head shot dropped the first man in, a blaster bolt square to the chest crumpled the second, and a third left a gaping hole in the right side of the next trooper, knocking him out for the fight.
More and more came in, though, and as much as Rryobbi wanted to stand there and fight, she didn't exactly want to die herself. She fired a few more shots from what limited cover their current quarters offered them, then looked to the others for orders as the tide of white armored Stormtroopers continued to surge toward them.
"I can-" Tara started to say, but the unmistakable sound of a blaster discharging at short range. The woman crumpled as the aged Rebel holstered his blaster. "Put them up. Or die. Up to you. Tara was the real target here. The rest of you get shortened sentences."
Aola gasped. “What--?" she began to say, but the room filling with Stormtroopers who specifically did not train their weapons on Griggs answered the obvious question. Slowly she put her hands up - heroics would only result in more deaths. "Rryobbi, stand down. We've been set up and there's no getting out of this by fighting." A Trooper grabbed her and began cuffing her hands behind her back.
Greta had her blaster aimed at Griggs, fury making a grim mask of her face as she glared at him. She ignored the Stormtroopers and her fellow Rebels, not taking her eyes of the person who had just betrayed them.
"Give me a reason I shouldn't just shoot you in the head, Griggs. Go out in a blaze of glory taking out traitor scum. Think of how it'll sell to everyone that comes after."
The stun blast hit her square in the back and Greta dropped to the floor.
"Rebel scum, traitor scum. It's scum to the ceiling in here." A man in an Imperial Officer's uniform stepped into the room. "Mister Griggs, was it? My holocron?"
Griggs reached back into his pocket and flipped it over to the man. "Safe and secure, as promised."
"Good. Take the others to the cellblock. The traitor scum and I have to speak."
Several long minutes passed as Rubanu worked on slicing the code for the door, almost too many as they stood exposed in the hall. Finally, the controls switched over to green and the door slid open. It wasn’t a large room, but it was carefully separated into a honeycomb of compartments, each one sealed and numbered.
“Damn, no way to get a manifest. Tara, we need to sort this. It will be a late model, Jedi coded, and likely still imprinted with the Jedi who helped create it. Can you narrow it down for us?” Griggs asked.
Tara grimaced as she looked around. "I will certainly try. While we aren't exactly overflowing with Jedi these days, there are still enough of them to make it difficult. But..." She sighed deeply as she opened her mind to the Force, letting it fill her with the knowledge and power that it represented. She fell into a semi-meditative state.
Eyes closed, she started to walk forward slowly, passing compartments without comment until she abruptly stopped. Her eyes snapped open to lock in on one about waist high. "This one."
Rubanu immediately moved forward, inserting a small plug into one of the ports. "Damn, this must be really important to them... There are like three layers of encryption around the thing." She commented as she stared at the small screen. "But if they use the same algorithm as at the door..."
She tapped a few buttons and her eyebrows rose. "This may be important to them, but whoever did this security is an idiot. Using the same algorithm twice... tsk tsk." Three further taps and the light on the door turned to green., but the compartment still didn't open.
"My turn." Aola came forward, pulling her lock picking tools from the pouch on her belt. A few moments of tinkering, a pick in each hand and one held by a head tail, she made a satisfied noise and the compartment slid open. "Just like magic."
Griggs reached in and pulled out the small metal cube. It was recessed with a complex geometrical design and a hint of blue light emanated from the core. "I would have expected it to be harder, to be honest."
Behind them the door hissed open and the first Stormtroopers rushed the room.
Roaring to both alert her teammates and to finally have something useful to do, Rryobbi unleashed a steady torrent of blaster fire at the oncoming Stormtroopers. The first several blasts found their mark - a head shot dropped the first man in, a blaster bolt square to the chest crumpled the second, and a third left a gaping hole in the right side of the next trooper, knocking him out for the fight.
More and more came in, though, and as much as Rryobbi wanted to stand there and fight, she didn't exactly want to die herself. She fired a few more shots from what limited cover their current quarters offered them, then looked to the others for orders as the tide of white armored Stormtroopers continued to surge toward them.
"I can-" Tara started to say, but the unmistakable sound of a blaster discharging at short range. The woman crumpled as the aged Rebel holstered his blaster. "Put them up. Or die. Up to you. Tara was the real target here. The rest of you get shortened sentences."
Aola gasped. “What--?" she began to say, but the room filling with Stormtroopers who specifically did not train their weapons on Griggs answered the obvious question. Slowly she put her hands up - heroics would only result in more deaths. "Rryobbi, stand down. We've been set up and there's no getting out of this by fighting." A Trooper grabbed her and began cuffing her hands behind her back.
Greta had her blaster aimed at Griggs, fury making a grim mask of her face as she glared at him. She ignored the Stormtroopers and her fellow Rebels, not taking her eyes of the person who had just betrayed them.
"Give me a reason I shouldn't just shoot you in the head, Griggs. Go out in a blaze of glory taking out traitor scum. Think of how it'll sell to everyone that comes after."
The stun blast hit her square in the back and Greta dropped to the floor.
"Rebel scum, traitor scum. It's scum to the ceiling in here." A man in an Imperial Officer's uniform stepped into the room. "Mister Griggs, was it? My holocron?"
Griggs reached back into his pocket and flipped it over to the man. "Safe and secure, as promised."
"Good. Take the others to the cellblock. The traitor scum and I have to speak."
