(( Orion Mining Rig - Temurian Outpost ))
S’zurak: I take it visitorsss are uncommon out here.
Khorra: Visitors do NOT just come and go like this. You are trespassing.
McLaren: Well... now that just isn't hospitable at all…
Munshi: ::Giving a small, placating shrug:: Perhaps we took a wrong vector in the fog. We’re not looking to cause any trouble—just some minerals, maybe some spare parts if you have them. We’re Lurtz Enterprises, not the tax office.
Khorra: This is private property. I advise you to step back into your shuttle and leave.
McLaren: Now see... if we hadn't been shot at on our way here... I'd be much more inclined to depart peacefully…
S’zurak: It’sss madnesss out there. It must be much safer in here. We’ll take our chancesss.
Munshi: We’re just trying to balance our books, friend. There’s no need to make this complicated.
McLaren: Instead Im much more inclined to ask just what youre doing out here... thats so secretive that your friends out there tried to atomize us... and that youre so ready to draw down over.
S’zurak: You won’t even notice usss. We’ll jussst blend in and mind our own businesss.
Khorra: Response(s)?
Munshi: ::Stepping slightly to the side to get a better angle on the deeper hangar deck:: Look, we have the credits to pay a premium for a peaceful departure. Why settle for a firefight when you can settle for a full cargo bay and no dead bodies?
McLaren: I'm sure neither of us wishes to fight... perhaps theres a more amenable solution we can arrive at? One that benefits both of us?
Khorra: Response(s)?
Munshi: ::Softly, barely a whisper over the private channel to McLaren and S’zurak:: The Temurians behind her aren't armed. They look terrified. Whatever she's talking about, she's holding those workers hostage to meet it. If we push, we might get them killed. We need a distraction.
S’zurak: ::Whispering back:: Noted. Let’ssssee what we can do.
McLaren: This is a mine correct? Surely you have raw materials just waiting to be sold and might like to make some extra latinum to subsidize your business here?
S’zurak: Yesss, perhapsss a tour can be arranged?
S’zurak almost started trotting off on his own, but thankfully he had some tendency to preserve his own life.
Khorra: Response(s)?
Munshi: ::Maintaining his focus on the corridor, his heart rate steadying as he prepared to engage:: If we can just move past the posturing, we could make this very profitable for everyone involved. What do you say, Khorra? A clean trade, no blood, no incidents?
Khorra: Response(s)?
Munshi: ::Subtly adjusting his sleeve to reveal a sliver of his PADD interface:: Sol, if you look at the pressure vents to her left, the thermal exchange is spiking. They’re running a bypass on the main grid to keep those singularities from rupturing the entire asteroid. If I trigger a surge in that cooling array, the local pressure will drop, and the containment field will force an emergency shutdown. It’ll give us the distraction we need, but we’ll have about ten seconds of total chaos before the failsafes kick in.
S’zurak: oO If there even are failsafes Oo ::quietly to Alok:: Can you manage that?
Khorra/McLaren: Response(s)?
Munshi: ::Glancing at the PADD, then up at the dimly lit hangar ceiling where the primary vent controls were located, whispering to Sol:: I’m locking onto the primary cooling intake. The architecture of this rig is brittle; if I force the vent to open, the pressure differential will suck the oxygen right out of the room. It’ll stop them dead, but it won't be pretty.
S’zurak: Dead…?
McLaren/Khorra: Response(s)?
Leaving Alok to disrupt the airflow vents, S’zurak returned to Khorra.
S’zurak: About that tour… Is now a good time?
S’zurak took a few steps deeper into the mine.
McLaren/Munshi/Khorra: Response?
S’zurak: These ::searching for something to talk about:: walls… are very… intricate. oO If you’re going to do something Alok, do it now! Oo
McLaren/Munshi/Khorra: Response?
Lieutenant JG S'zurak
Tactical Officer
Starbase 118 Ops
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