Sirahn entered the sequence that would shut down the Fang’s engines. Sparing a moment to glance into the landing bay, he was not surprised to see that Maru hadn’t lost her touch as a hostess. Half a dozen or so guards poured in from the various exits all brandishing blasters.
“Heh, just wait until they see what’s coming down the ramp,” the Sluissi chuckled as he pictured five angry Wookies charging the Black Sun battle line. Sirahn knew that they’d be able to take care of themselves while he attended to some pre-battle preparations. The ‘meds’ he’d taken during the pitched battle outside of the station were already starting to fade. ’Can’t go take out a Black Sun Vigo without a little help, now can we?
Blaster fire and Wookie bellows erupted from beyond the transparasteel, but Sirahn was too busy calculating the precise mixtures of the stims to care. Proximity to violence might’ve bothered him in the past, but those days were far behind him. The reptilian glanced down to his utility belt where his vibrorapier hung nonchalant and heedless of the fact that it would soon taste the blood of vile criminals once again.
Emerging from the YT-1300’s ramp, Sirahn yelled up to the pilots to stay and guard the ship. If things went bad, their little outfit would at least need a speedy exit strategy. Shorbecca’s family was tied up with a couple of thugs while the master of disaster himself engaged several of Maru’s men all by his lonesome. The bestial warrior had already taken a couple of hits if the carbon scoring on his armor was any indication; it was only a matter of time until their enemies were lying in pieces, but Sirahn thought that expediting the process would mean moving onto the next objective before reinforcements arrived. A nigh imperceptible hum emitted from his hands as his hungry blade came to life. . .
It wasn’t long before the bay was cleared of their foes, but in order to stop the lieutenant from escaping, Shorbecca had cleaved through the lift controls with his axe. Turning to what he does best, Sirahn broke out his tool kit to manually open the way into the central control area. Much to his chagrin, the doors were unresponsive.
“Shorbecca, could you. . .?” the Sluissi trailed off while motioning toward the stubborn door. The Wookie was quick to oblige. The metal groaned as slowly but surely, the doors were forced apart. It was not to last however, as something in the room beyond had breached the transparasteel and now the greedy void was consuming all the atmosphere it could.
A few minutes later, all was well. The crew had control of the main computer terminal, but it did them little good as Sirahn quickly found out that Maru must have at least half a dozen slicers doing their best to keep him locked out. What little information he was able to glean, he passed around to the others in order to plan the next move. Sirahn, Shorbecca, and the rest of the Wookies would head to engineering where they would lay the ground for their (last resort) bargaining chip. If Maru wasn’t amenable. . . boom! The others would go upwards in hopes of confronting Maru to bring her the joyous news that this place would soon be under new management, or erased from existence.
“The fools are using blasters in the reactor control room!?” Sirahn asked no one in particular. He knew a stray shot could cause a chain reaction that might cause plan B, with or without their consent. But this was right about the time that the decking rumbled beneath their feet. There had been a massive explosion somewhere else in the station! Sirahn took a moment to make sure that the situation wasn’t about to get infinitely worse. The Sluissi’s sensitive tail felt the vibrations die down and was pretty sure everything would be fine. He wondered what kind of trouble the Captain and the droid got themselves into this time.
Already injured, the fighting was tough in the cramped quarters. Sirahn saw one of Shorbecca’s family members go down; the others loosed a bone-rattling howl and continued to pummel the dwindling Black Sun guards.