Orbit over New Tython
Though no words had left her mouth, Arcia’s twitched at being interrupted as she slowly turned to face the Nighthawk Captain, her eyes narrowing, informing him of his mistake.
“You suggest, do you?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Uji stood firm in his response, bringing a smile to the woman’s face.
“Then we shall take the suggestion to heart, shall we, Mister Bleu?”
’Did she just call me Mister?’ Kordath thought inwardly. “Yes, ma’am, we shall.”
The two parted from the main group and followed bulkhead postings towards their destination. They moved in silence, Arcia not feeling up to conversation and Kordath not wishing to provoke it for fear the woman would actually talk back. Footstep after footstep, they continued on before the Ryn halted, his ears perking and stealing his attention off to one side. Several steps further, Arcia noticed she was alone and turned to investigate.
Kordath was peering into a dark corridor where a series of strange, electronic noises were drifting provocatively through the air. As Arcia approached, Kordath put out a hand to halt her advance as he took his own careful step forwards and into the corridor. Crossing her arms in a huff, Arcia paused and waited for the furry little blue man to do his thing.
’What is taking that furry little creature so long… Arcia thought to herself before pursuing Kordath after several minutes of waiting.
A few meters into the hall, Arcia noticed several figures of various species tinkering on what she quickly determined to be a series of detonators and high yield explosives. To the Quaestor’s right, the dim light seemed to repopulate a space roughly a meter and a half high as Kordath came back into view and the tendrils of the Force bled from him. Arcia chuckled to herself as her subordinate came back into view and cleared her throat so the figures ahead were aware of their presence.
“Wha- Oh blast it! Boss, we got company!” the nearest one bellowed as he turned to face the noise, showing the group to be wearing station security uniforms.
A bigger male towards the back of the group stood upright, his height dwarfing Arcia and Kordath as he approached with thudding bootfalls. His muscles flexed, visible stretching the uniform he obviously looted from some poor soul elsewhere on the station and he came to a halt too close for the woman’s comfort.
“Well well, what we got here? A babe and her furry pet?” he chuckled, causing the loose and nervous laughing from behind him.
Arcia milked her accent and spoke flippantly. “Pet? Are you my pet now, Mister Bleu?”
With a groan, Kordath breathed his response. “I’d sooner die than be considered your pet, respectfully.”
The blonde locked woman chortled, creepily enough, at his response and patted the Ryn on the back before turning her attention back to the man before her. “That’s what I thought. Now, if you would be so kind to explain, what is security forces doing with such high yield explosive this far inward?”
“That’d be none your concern, eh pretty lady? Move along now before you break a nail,” this caused more laughter from behind.
Within the short time Arcia had the man stationary before her, she had picked through his passive thoughts and determined that the group planned on sabotaging the station by detonating several sets of explosive at key points on the station. This was set four of six. With a sigh, Arcia peered around the man and raised a brow to the additional imposters.
“Find all of this funny do you? Are you sure it’s funny?”
The lead imposter turned to check his comrades’ expressions when Arcia took the opportunity to draw her KYD-21 and pressed it under the man’s chin causing him to freeze instantaneously. “Well it’s not.”
The hollow clank of the bolt being charged and firing echoed the corridor as the charred fragments of bone and brain impacted the ceiling, leaving only a burning hole in the man’s head. The reaction gained from the remaining imposters was pleasant as they all scrambled over each other and ran in the opposite direction, quickly fading from view.
Kordath raised a finger, his mouth open before immediately deciding an alternate action and closed his gaping maw, following after Arcia as she approached the explosives. The two studied the devices, neither really knowing what they were looking at exactly, before more bootfalls echoed through the hall behind them. Arcia quickly stood and half spun with her left arm and blaster extended as Kordath crouched towards the ground, his fists ready. More security forces rounded a corner, fully battled geared and weapons at the ready.
“Drop your weapons, Arconans!” the lead bellowed, raising his carbine and aiming towards the two.
With a sigh, Arcia holstered her pistol and nodded for Kordath to stand up. “Can we help you fine gentlemen?”
“What’s this going on here? What do you have? Are you trying to blow the station up??”
’Oh, bother…they are as stupid as they look,’ Arcia thought to herself as she crossed her arms, only to have more of the guards raise their rifles as if she were about to draw some unseen weapon.
“I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about. We just–” Arcia started, but was quickly silenced.
“Why are you with this bomb?!”
Kordath quickly perked up. “Bomb? What? This bomb? This isn’t our bomb, we thought you guys left it here…next…to the power coupling for the shield generator. Why would you guys leave a bomb by that? Weird, you Odan-Urr guys are weird.”
Having a hard time dealing with actually being interrupted this time, Arcia grinded her teeth and remained quiet as the lead security guard responded. “We…I…what? What’s that body there?!”
“You obviously don’t know what’s going on. Did you know you were had? People stole your uniforms. Going to rig bombs up all over. Should go find them. We’re not a danger. You should go now,” the Ryn continued rambling as Arcia fixated her will on the three individuals.
“Y-yeah…we should go. We need to find those people, let’s go men!”
The three barrelled past Arcia and Kordath without another word as the woman rolled her eyes and grabbed her holocom. “Capta- sigh Uji, Mister Bleu and I located a group of saboteurs planting a set of explosives near one of the shield generators. Keep an eye out.”
Closing the channel before the man could respond, Arcia looked at Kordath and nodded for him to follow as they resumed their brisk walk to the command center. Once again in silence, the two finally made their way to a turbolift that carried them directly to the command level. When the doors opened, they were greeted by the huge bulbous eyes of a large Mon Cal wearing a captains uniform and insignia.
“I am Captain Flipp of Sanctuary Station. Who are you?”
Arcia, as if pulling a page out of Kordath’s book, raised a finger, formulating many responses before she was happily cut off by the Captain. “Yes, I know. I’ve heard them all. Just tell me who you are so we can get past this awkward moment.”
“Arcia Cortel of Arcona. This is Kordath Bleu. We’re here to see what we’re up against. Where is your data center, Mister Bleu has some things to review and I have some news regarding several saboteurs…”