TDRP: Star Wars Rebels - Log 4
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xp_logsThe traitor is double-crossed, the former Sith is dead and the rest of the group are in a cell - has the mission completely failed?
“Rebel scum is a phrase that gets bandied about a lot. But, when selling out your fellows, it feels well suited.” Colonel Armas said in a pleasant tone as the bulk of his troops marched the doomed group to holding cells. Griggs followed him to the command centre, a step behind with CR-B0 trundling after. “Inquisitor Daal was most intrigued about his daughter’s betrayal and will wish the details of her death. I’m curious how you were able to contact him?”
“Daal used to be Jedi Dal Kantus. I was there when the birth of his daughter caused him to quit the Order. We had been friendly once. It was just a matter of leaving the information in the right places. While the Emperor likes to claim Vader wiped out the Jedi order and the Force is a dead religion in civilized space, there’s been too many Imperial incidents involving it when Vader was nowhere near to believe it.” Griggs shrugged. “Why throw away a useful weapon when you can hide it away and use it in secret.”
“Clever, for scum. While I disagree, payment has been arranged, as well as transportation to Coruscant. Apparently Lord Vader wishes to speak with you.”
“That wasn’t part of the deal. I-“
“Or, you can be shot and killed here if you try to disobey. Personally, I’d enjoy the second option.” As the two men argued, no one noticed the astromech slide up to a small port and briefly connect to the system using a stealth probe.
***
The lights on the cell block door switched from red to yellow, flashed twice and switched back again.
Ignoring the faint speech and grunts from the others as they reacted to the weird flashes, Rubanu calmly started to unlace her boots. When she had one boot done, she turned it around and proceeded to unscrew her heel, removing two small devices from it which she put next to her on the bed and repeated the whole process on her other boot.
Rryobbi had been trying to pay attention to the conversation between their captors, but she stopped when she saw what Rubanu was doing. "Rrrwooorh?" she asked, scratching the fur on her head then looking over to Aola.
"I agree; someone's been keeping secrets. Would you like to share with the rest of us, Rubanu?" asked Aola from where she sat on the floor, back against the wall. Her head tails were twitching anxiously, despite her casual words.
"Oh you of little faith." Rubanu smirked as she put her boots on again and gathering the four components. "Did you really think Greggs would not have plans in plans in plan... Aola, come hold this for me, will you?"
"Was shooting one of our group part of the plan?" Aola remarked somewhat acidly as she got up to help as requested. "I mean, yes, she used to be Sith and we could never be sure of trusting her, but to bring her along and kill her?"
"Well, it saves on the paperwork." Greta responded as she fiddled with some tech she'd brought with them from the shuttle. Nothing important, just something to occupy while she waited for others to do whatever it was they did. She was a pilot, all this ground work was not only boring but way out of her comfort zone. "Also, no need for funeral plans or weeping relatives. Of course, maybe he's one of those Lord Vader types, fine until they snap and then it's strangling subordinates all over the place, or so I've heard."
"Ask Greggs about that one. I didn't know anything about that." Rubanu commented as she was inserting a pin-shaped device next to the door. "The only thing he keeps closer to his skin then his undergarments are his secrets. Hand me that network mapper, will you?"
Still confused, a bit wary, but hopeful, Rryobbi grunted in the affirmative, then handed Rubanu the device for which she'd asked. "Grrrrnnnghhr?" she asked, mostly jokingly: please tell me you have a blaster or two stashed up your shoes as well?
"She'd need higher heels for that," replied Aola with a snort. "You'll just have to ask the guards nicely." The door slid open. "I suggest saying 'please'."
One such guard had just paced by their cell door, and Rryobbi reached out with both arms, grabbing him by the shoulders. Rather than pull him back, she instead charged forward, growling as she did so: "Rawrrrrrgh?" - can I borrow this please? - and ramming him full-force into the opposite wall. His only reply was a sickening crunch, followed by the metallic clacking of his firearm hitting the floor, then finally his motionless body sliding down the bloodstained wall.
She scooped up the gun and grinned back at Aola and the others. "Rrgh." He said yes.
"All so vicious." Rubanu shook her head, as she started to configure her component into a new device. Connecting the network mapper and the triode compacitator bomb with the power source she had brought, she looked at other. "Everyone got their personal shielding ready? Everyone did bring a personal EMT shield in a place where they couldn't detect it, right?"
"Join the Rebellion they said. Think about all the people you'll be helping they said."
Greta had been cradling her head as the others talked, letting her body recover from the stun she'd taken. She should have known better than mouthing off rather than just shooting the traitor. Wincing, she got to her feet, hand reaching up to pull off a patch of skin from the back of her neck. A small device that shimmered around her when she pressed it was revealed, a personal EMT shield, if an old and slightly malfunctioning one given the patchiness of the protection visible in the shimmer.
"Just get on with it before we all die of old age."
Aola and Rryobbi had done the same (Aola's had been hidden in her halter top and she had unselfconsciously dug around in there until she found it) and the Tw'lek gave Rubanu a nod. "Ready when you are."
Rubanu pressed a button and for a moment nothing seemed to happen. Then the whir of machinery in the walls stopped and various doors seemed to unlatch. They'd still have to push them open, but they didn't have to break them down individually. "Let's go everyone. I want to get off this hellhole."
Wasting no time, Rryobbi got right on top of pushing the doors open. She definitely agreed with the whole getting off of this hellhole part and was more than happy to lead the way out of said area.
“Rebel scum is a phrase that gets bandied about a lot. But, when selling out your fellows, it feels well suited.” Colonel Armas said in a pleasant tone as the bulk of his troops marched the doomed group to holding cells. Griggs followed him to the command centre, a step behind with CR-B0 trundling after. “Inquisitor Daal was most intrigued about his daughter’s betrayal and will wish the details of her death. I’m curious how you were able to contact him?”
“Daal used to be Jedi Dal Kantus. I was there when the birth of his daughter caused him to quit the Order. We had been friendly once. It was just a matter of leaving the information in the right places. While the Emperor likes to claim Vader wiped out the Jedi order and the Force is a dead religion in civilized space, there’s been too many Imperial incidents involving it when Vader was nowhere near to believe it.” Griggs shrugged. “Why throw away a useful weapon when you can hide it away and use it in secret.”
“Clever, for scum. While I disagree, payment has been arranged, as well as transportation to Coruscant. Apparently Lord Vader wishes to speak with you.”
“That wasn’t part of the deal. I-“
“Or, you can be shot and killed here if you try to disobey. Personally, I’d enjoy the second option.” As the two men argued, no one noticed the astromech slide up to a small port and briefly connect to the system using a stealth probe.
***
The lights on the cell block door switched from red to yellow, flashed twice and switched back again.
Ignoring the faint speech and grunts from the others as they reacted to the weird flashes, Rubanu calmly started to unlace her boots. When she had one boot done, she turned it around and proceeded to unscrew her heel, removing two small devices from it which she put next to her on the bed and repeated the whole process on her other boot.
Rryobbi had been trying to pay attention to the conversation between their captors, but she stopped when she saw what Rubanu was doing. "Rrrwooorh?" she asked, scratching the fur on her head then looking over to Aola.
"I agree; someone's been keeping secrets. Would you like to share with the rest of us, Rubanu?" asked Aola from where she sat on the floor, back against the wall. Her head tails were twitching anxiously, despite her casual words.
"Oh you of little faith." Rubanu smirked as she put her boots on again and gathering the four components. "Did you really think Greggs would not have plans in plans in plan... Aola, come hold this for me, will you?"
"Was shooting one of our group part of the plan?" Aola remarked somewhat acidly as she got up to help as requested. "I mean, yes, she used to be Sith and we could never be sure of trusting her, but to bring her along and kill her?"
"Well, it saves on the paperwork." Greta responded as she fiddled with some tech she'd brought with them from the shuttle. Nothing important, just something to occupy while she waited for others to do whatever it was they did. She was a pilot, all this ground work was not only boring but way out of her comfort zone. "Also, no need for funeral plans or weeping relatives. Of course, maybe he's one of those Lord Vader types, fine until they snap and then it's strangling subordinates all over the place, or so I've heard."
"Ask Greggs about that one. I didn't know anything about that." Rubanu commented as she was inserting a pin-shaped device next to the door. "The only thing he keeps closer to his skin then his undergarments are his secrets. Hand me that network mapper, will you?"
Still confused, a bit wary, but hopeful, Rryobbi grunted in the affirmative, then handed Rubanu the device for which she'd asked. "Grrrrnnnghhr?" she asked, mostly jokingly: please tell me you have a blaster or two stashed up your shoes as well?
"She'd need higher heels for that," replied Aola with a snort. "You'll just have to ask the guards nicely." The door slid open. "I suggest saying 'please'."
One such guard had just paced by their cell door, and Rryobbi reached out with both arms, grabbing him by the shoulders. Rather than pull him back, she instead charged forward, growling as she did so: "Rawrrrrrgh?" - can I borrow this please? - and ramming him full-force into the opposite wall. His only reply was a sickening crunch, followed by the metallic clacking of his firearm hitting the floor, then finally his motionless body sliding down the bloodstained wall.
She scooped up the gun and grinned back at Aola and the others. "Rrgh." He said yes.
"All so vicious." Rubanu shook her head, as she started to configure her component into a new device. Connecting the network mapper and the triode compacitator bomb with the power source she had brought, she looked at other. "Everyone got their personal shielding ready? Everyone did bring a personal EMT shield in a place where they couldn't detect it, right?"
"Join the Rebellion they said. Think about all the people you'll be helping they said."
Greta had been cradling her head as the others talked, letting her body recover from the stun she'd taken. She should have known better than mouthing off rather than just shooting the traitor. Wincing, she got to her feet, hand reaching up to pull off a patch of skin from the back of her neck. A small device that shimmered around her when she pressed it was revealed, a personal EMT shield, if an old and slightly malfunctioning one given the patchiness of the protection visible in the shimmer.
"Just get on with it before we all die of old age."
Aola and Rryobbi had done the same (Aola's had been hidden in her halter top and she had unselfconsciously dug around in there until she found it) and the Tw'lek gave Rubanu a nod. "Ready when you are."
Rubanu pressed a button and for a moment nothing seemed to happen. Then the whir of machinery in the walls stopped and various doors seemed to unlatch. They'd still have to push them open, but they didn't have to break them down individually. "Let's go everyone. I want to get off this hellhole."
Wasting no time, Rryobbi got right on top of pushing the doors open. She definitely agreed with the whole getting off of this hellhole part and was more than happy to lead the way out of said area.
