Giving a slight nod and hefting his new blaster carabine, Varel followed Kina down the corridor, glad that they'll see more action before the mission ends. However while their captain used normal senses for trying to scan for opponents, Varel once again began stretching out his thoughts to the surrounding area, trying to use the Force to find out if any Imperial was preparing them a welcoming party.
The Mandalorian followed as well with his Blaster Pistols on standby, and his head on a swivel; admittedly, a few glances were given towards the Zabrak, but it wasn't of much consequence. Just small bouts of paranoia whilst he was more focused on trying to see where the rest of the group is going or what they're doing, and making sure nothing goes sneaking up on them.
Feeling eyes on him, Rtora turned to look at the mandalorian. His pained eyes turned into a challenging Don't stare at me - eyes. Such casual, cold approach to end a life made him sick. It was disgusting to witness. Rtora went with Team Grabbers for a change. Ever vigilant, trying to ignore the pain of being shot. He was so very green still but coped as best he could. He was at the back of the group, away from Varel and his oppressive aura. He had a bad feeling of this whole deal, these people didn't feel like they wanted to do good but only seek their own benefit no matter who it hurt in the process. Rtora tried to convince himself he was doing the right thing and was on the right track. He didn't want to start slipping to the wrong way. It was a scary thought.
"I think we should head directly for the control center," Varel suddenly spoke, his eyes returning focus a bit, as if he was away for a time. "I have a feel that that is the place where we'll find our quarry. Scouring the rest of the base will just be a waste of time."
For some reason, the zabrak exuded a certain confidence that Kina found herself... believing, however much she distrusted the man. She trusted his skills and instincts, at least. "All right, control center it is," she agreed, taking the lead, her fine memory guiding them through the outpost, going by the plans they had studied during the briefing.
Shuttle Team @Casavay @GobMaw_HellSmasha As the rest of the group returned to the interior of the base Zin and Fritz entered the Lambda-Class Shuttle. Much to Fritz's delight no nasty trap laid in wait for them aboard the shuttle. In fact nothing stood out at all about the shuttle. As they made their way to the cockpit it looked as if the shuttle had been sitting vacant for a little while. Perhaps the ship logs could reveal more information, or perhaps they could just prep for the teams return and worry about investigating later. Team Grab @bossaroo @Colapse @Kalle @Vlayden @Wata Heading deeper into the base, they based the barracks area as well as the armory. Still the only sound they could hear was their own footsteps. As they neared the corner leading to the Control Center they could hear voices from around the corner. It was hard to tell exactly how many voices were there. But as far as they could tell they weren't immediately around the corner.
The Mandalorian was potentially one of the first to try and get ahead of the others - perhaps partially to his excitement for battle, perhaps his knowledge on how he was easily the most heavily armoured of the group, and that getting hit would be of less concern for him than it would be for others. His free hand would rest near the blaster pistol at his hip - still set to stun, he hadn't forgotten that - whilst his other pistol was held up close, all the while as Valrin made sure to try to keep his steps even somewhat quiet.
Dek had patched up the wounded sentry as best they could easing their pain and propping them up in a side room "you will live , if we ever cross paths again i hope it may end much more peacefully. In the meantime rest" the doctor said patting the imperial lightly on the shoulder before jogging after the rest of their cohorts. Hefting their recently appropriated blaster carbine and setting it to stun they stood near the back of the group due to late arrival and the simple fact medicine was more effective than when not getting shot at
Upon entering the ship, Fritz couldn't help but marvel at it a bit. He's never been on one of these ships before. He saw them a bunch of times in hangar bays across the galaxy, but never this close before. And now they were stealing one. It made the Jawa a little giddy honestly. The ship would probably explode really pretty, but he'd wait for that. Like when he's not currently on the ship itself. He looked toward the green eyed lady to assess how she was doing. She was incredibly tense before. Can't have the pilot like that when they're flying, especially with him on board. "Fritz check on ship computers, green eyes gets ship working. This good plan, yes?" Without even waiting for an answer Fritz was already in the co pilot's chair and checking the ship's systems, and seeing if he couldn't get his hands on some important flight logs.
Team Grab 2: Electric Boogaloo Kin'aven came to a halt and pressed her back up to the wall, listening to the voices. She glanced back to her companions. "We've got the drop on them," she announced in a hissed whisper, then... A moment's indecision. "On my mark, we go in..." she said, raising her arm, closing her hand into a fist, and then she brought it down in a forceful motion, threw herself forwards into a roll, and landed in a crouch, bringing her DL-44 up to try and get off as many bullets as she could to make the Imps scramble for cover!
