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Carrick Station, the main hub of the Republic Fleet; nearing 300 years since its construction, the massive spacedock is kept in near-pristine condition, ready to cater to the needs of thousands of crews and passengers every day-cycle.

Every pilot worth of the name knows the hyperlane coordinates to Carrick, and will visit the place at least once in their lifetime.

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"Not all the way, there's still a force field blocking the passage." Asara shakes head.

"What about... a reactor reset, chief?" The first tech points at a display screen. "It would reset all non-essential systems, including the lockdown fields."

"Yes, and since we do a reset in case of a leak, it would also vent the whole engineering compartment to avoid contamination." Salen frowns. "Why you think the controls are on the other side of the containment field?" He points at a control panel on a wall.

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"Is there anyway to get around that force field?" Annabelle asks.

Because venting would kill all those people in engineering.

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"The secondary power conduits." Salen snaps fingers with a new idea. "if you shut all three in quick sequence, the main computer will override power to lights and life support, and that will shut down the lockdown shields. Then we can turn them on again after you get the mandalorions off the bridge."

"Where are those conduits?" Onemi nods at the idea.

"Down the left and right hallways, in the lower level; its just a few minutes away."

"We don't have 'a few minutes'; each moment we waste is a moment closer to the one when Kilran will tire of playing with us and kill everybody on board." Asara starts towards the control panel. "I'm sorry Salen; you will be remembered."

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Annabelle points her blaster at Asara. "Don't even think about it," she says icily. "You don't get to play God, not today."

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Asara glares at Annabelle. "Fine. But you are dooming all of us."

"You, crazy witch!" Salen shakes his fist at the Ambassador. "Resetting the conduits will work, and the captain will know about this."

Onemi nods. "Someone needs to stay and watch over her, just in case." The Trandoshan says something, and the Jedi nods to him. "Thank you, master Hunter." Then she turns to Salen. "All the way down the halls?"

"Yes, either hall leads to three small connected rooms, look for the big gray boxes with control panels in each one." The older man nods. "Shut them down quickly and the computer will bring down the lockdown fields."

"I bet I can slice it." Corso nods. "Still have my kit."

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"Right, down the hall, big grey boxes," Annabelle replies, nodding.


The group, minus the lizard-man and Asara, makes a mad dash down the hall. Switches are thrown,systems are sliced, and the group runs BACK down the hall.

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They arrive back to find the containment around the engineering is down.

Asara is not looking at anyone, but talking in her comm. "Commander Narlock? You must have seen the lockdown was removed, care to join us in retaking the Bridge?"

"Copy that, Ambassador, we are going to shake off a mandalorian patrol and head there."

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"Sounds like it's express elevator time," Annabelle says with a grin.

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"Well, lets go, then." Asara is very much still not looking at anyone, specially not at the engineers she almost killed dead a few minutes ago.

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Annabelle may be taking a little too much pleasure in Asara's discomfort. Bad smuggler!

The gang climbs into the elevator and starts the trip up.

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"I was wondering when you'd finally show up. I guess you have to be pretty good or pretty crazy to mess with people like us." Comes a voice from the PA speakers. "Just give me a decent fight for once, will ya?"

The Trandoshan tilts head, saying something; Onemi shrugs. "It might be. Would be rude to not finish this properly."

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"Friend of yours?" Annabelle asks.

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The Jedi shakes head. "Qyzen was commenting the mandalorian sounds like an old hunter seeking new challenges. Not someone who cares about Imperial goals at all."

The doors slide open, and the wide hallway to the bridge is clear.

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"Oh, he'll get a challenge," Annabelle replies with a grin.

"Not the first time I've had to take out a bunch of mercs."

Time to head to the bridge and kick some ass!

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Interesting enough, the Mandalorians are waiting in the open (with the crew as hostages too). The leader makes a show of of clapping for the newcomers, looking over the group. "That's all? All of you? Huh, I was expecting something better."

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"Don't mistake quantity for quality," Annabelle quips. She takes stock of the situation as best she can while being a smart-ass.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you that size doesn't matter?" she adds with a smirk.

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Inemi gives a nod at those words. "You can still surrender and avoid more unnecessary violence."

The mandalorian leader shakes head, taking a step back and both having his helmet close up and his energy shield come up. "Just like a Jedi to speak that way. Lets vape this scum and wrap this up" he speaks to the other boarders.

They tried? The Jedi takes the initiative, force-pushing away the mandalorians who were threatening the crew.

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Well, Annabelle was mostly talking smack. >.> But trying to avoid unnecessary violence sounds better on the resume!

Annabelle's glad that the Jedi force-pushed the mandalorians away from the hostages, as this makes their job much easier. Time to start picking off any enemy that looks to be making moves on the hostages...

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Well, the mandalorians cheat, with armor, and shield generators; quickly, the Bridge is a mess of blaster fire, punctuated by Qynzen and Onemi's blades, with the crew scrambling for any available cover.

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The cheating's not surprising. Only a fool gets into a fair fight, after all.

There has got to be a way to get around those damn shield generators, right?

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Oh, there is. "Everybody, left side!" Corso fires upon the the leftmost mandalorian; Narlock and his men, arriving on the scene, join in, and the boarder's shield is overwhelmed, wavers and... goes down.

Would Annabelle do the honors, or she prefers to start on the next one?

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Annabelle will gladly do the honors, as it would be a shame to waste Corso's lovely setup.

"Good thinking!" She calls to Corso. Time to focus fire again and take them down one at a time!

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Take them down and turn the tide of the fight, with Onemi and Qynzen finishing off the leader! Its a victory... or it would be, if they were not still as much stuck as before.

"Someone help the injured." The Jedi is doing exactly that already, but more hands would not be bad.

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They've dealt with one problem, anyway.

Annabelle's no medic, but she DOES know basic first aid. (It's a necessity, living the life she does.)

She heads to the closest injured person that she can see and tries to ascertain the damage.

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The crew quickly mobilizes, helping injured people, taking away the bodies of the dead (Corso quietly scoops and keeps a few things, its not like the mandalorians need it), check the systems for damage.

After a few minutes, Plex, the second in command, looks up from the navcom station. "Captain, we are moving."

"Kilran is taking us away from the hyperlane." Asara speaks up. "He doesn't want interruptions while he does... whatever he's planning. We have to get away, now."

"We are not going anywhere, Ambassador." Haken shakes head, checking the computers. "The Imperial ship still has the Esseles in a tractor beam."