Star Wars: Rebels with Style

"Damn, I think this guy was part wookie. Can this armor smell worse?" She looks down at the captured imperials. "So how do we keep them, she points at the two stormtroopers, from alerting others, or the one we're taking with us for that matter? Unless you plan on cabling their mouths shut...or moving really fast through here."

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Oops, had improved armored defense backwards in my head. I'll still go back to my battle armor personally afterwards. Viria wouldn't stay in this stuff for longer than required anyway.
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Interior Group

The entirety of the comm room was a mess, though it didn't seem to be the fault of the Imperials. What few chairs there were were tossed over on their backs, along with pieces of datafilm strewn across one of the consoles near the opposite end of the room, both likely results of the quit exit by the comm officers that had stayed until the very last minute rather than any Imperial scrounging. There was no blaster scoring in the room, and no direct signs of any actual fight, unlike in the corridors outside.

On the left wall was a cracked and ruined holoscreen, with the consoles below it showing no signs of life. In fact, beyond a few small lamps somewhat randomly placed around the ceiling, the entire room seemed to be dark. Despite that, the large comm panel in the center of the room, the one the Imperial Officer collapsed next to, looks to have power still. A few of the panels on the console are still active and lit up with at least one light blinking slightly.

As for the Stormtroopers, it seemed that while it might be a bit uncomfortable, switching into the armour was definitely possible. The actual plasteel armour pieces were easy enough to remove, coming off in separate pieces rather than as one large piece of armour. The black, bodyglove of the undersuit was harder to remove from the two young men that had been wearing the armour, but it was made of a material that would stretch well enough to fit just about any average-sized humanoid.

The Officer's uniform is, of course, easier to work with. The black colour rather than green identifies him as an Army officer, and the rank badge on the left breast indicates the young man as a Commander. From the looks of him, he was probably just out of the Academy, too. Definitely young, even compared to some of the Alliance's officers.

Istara[sblock]The door is repairable, but it'll take well over an hour. The problem isn't in the wiring or anything like that, rather the fact that some small explosive buckled the door inwards slightly so that it no longer moves along the right path. The door also isn't responding to the control panel anymore, seemingly stuck where it had stopped and unable to move beyond that point one way or another.

You can probably still get the door closed through forcing it, though any real repairs are going to take too much time.[/sblock]
 

"I don't think I'm going to be able to shut the door without forcing it." Istara said. "And while K2 has his merits, he's not built for heavy lifting."

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The droid seems to think that Istara (8 str, and roughly 5 feet tall and under 100 lbs) isn't exactly built for heavy lifting either.
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Still, she and the droid try to push the door shut.
 

"If we can't do anything about it we can't do anything about it." Kay told the slicer, as she finished tying up the troopers. It used up the cord from the belt, and it wasn't perfect, someone might come along and find them, but it was the best that they could do without any good place to stash the bodies.

Once she had finished with the troopers and straightening her new uniform she frowned at the rank insignia. He was pretty young to be an officer, especially a Commander, if she wasn't wearing his rank insignia she would have guessed he was a lieutenant. Commander was a very high rank and it made her wonder if she shouldn't remove a few of the pips from the insignia so she wouldn't stand out so much. Females were rare, ranking females were almost an unknown species.

Shrugging, she stood next to the still shut door and out her remaining stun grenade. If there was anyone in the hall way she'd use it, otherwise she switch to a frag grenade when they went into the Data room. "Everyone ready? We clear the Data room, grab sleeping beauty here and head on out, right?"
 


"I say we put the troopers in the data-room when we blow it. Get's rid of the problem." Deurr mumbles while waiting for the others to get the suits on.
 

"That's cold, but efficient, the stormtroopers deserve no better. Now let's get moving." She smiles coldly and looks distant for a moment thinking of something, before adjusting her liberated armor, and slinging her rifle into the ready position.
 

Yeoman said:
"That's cold, but efficient, the stormtroopers deserve no better. Now let's get moving." She smiles coldly and looks distant for a moment thinking of something, before adjusting her liberated armor, and slinging her rifle into the ready position.

"If you were going to kill them anyway, you shouldn't have stunned them to start with." Istara says.

I'll not lie to myself and say my actions have not led to any deaths. Diverting funds and Kandorian Heavy Industries supplies -- which is to say weapons, when all is said and done -- to the rebellion surely did that. But if I have to pull the trigger myself, I will not begin by killing prisoners.
 

"No." Lia replies to Deurr's suggestion to leave the Imperials in the room when the explosives are detonated. "I will not murder them. We take them somewhere where they'll be safe from the blast and let their fellows find them and let them loose."
 

"Your call. Just remember this thing, she pats the repeater, has no stun setting. I was shooting to kill. Now we can figure it all out after the charges are placed. We'll a spot for them, and go."
 

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