Flashpoint

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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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"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."

[aeons_crackshot]

"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."

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"....I just had an idea," Annabelle announces. "And I'm not sure if it's brilliant or just insane."

"We still have the shuttle the Imperials sent as a distraction, right? If the Imperials will let that shuttle dock we could take out the tractor beam machinery."

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"...that must be the craziest idea I ever heard." Corso shakes head. "Okay, lets do it." If thy pull that off, they will never again have to pay for drinks in any smuggler-friendly bar.

"A daring plan, in a desperate situation. I will be going too." Onemi nods, and Qyzen nods his assent too.

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"Time to get a look at the inside of an Imperial battleship," Annabelle says with a grin.

This will be some combination of fun and terrifying, she's sure.

Annabelle will employ sad puppy eyes to get to pilot the shuttle, if necessary. (Pilots are bad passengers for much the same reasons as doctors make bad patients.)

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Asara will mention being familiar with the system disposition in an imperial dreadnought, and offers to write down directions or a map of sorts.

Hearing that, Haken will mention they are betting everything on that mission, and would not it be better of Asare went along to guide them? After pondering it a moment, the Ambassador agrees.

Commander Narlock will offer to lend her a security uniform as a disguise; seems they have more of a plan now.

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"Thank you, Commander. That will be a big help."

Annabelle starts to make her way to the elevator...

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As they approach the lift, Haken comes after them. "A moment, please?" He has a serious expression.

Onemi and Qyzen stop, waiting.

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Annabelle stops as well, and turns to Haken. She wonders what he wants to talk about.

"Certainly," Annabelle replies. "What's on your mind?"

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"I just spoke with Chief Salen, and he told me what happened. I'd like to thank you for stopping Asara." He nods. "You saved the lives of a few good men."

Onemi simply nods, apparently not seeing a reason to comment; the statement from Haken is rather simple and direct.

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"Just doing what anyone ought to have done," she replies with a smile.


After that, well, they'd probably better hurry. They're on a tight schedule, as it were.

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"Yes, and also showing how willing to sacrifice people Ambassador Asara seems to be." He shakes head. "Her presence endangers us all, and as long as she is aboard, the Empire will just chase us down again, us or the next ship she boards in secret."

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"I could hog-tie her once we make port," Annabelle offers. "That might give someone a chance to come up with a more permanent solution for tracking the Ambassador."

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"Actually, I was wondering if you could hog-tie her and leave her aboard the imperial ship instead. That way we would have more of a chance to escape." And he is serious about that.

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"That might work out better for us in the short-term," Annabelle argues. "But if they get their hands on her alive, they're going to torture her for information."

"I'm assuming her position has given her access to classified information?" that question can be fielded by anyone who knows the answer.