Dund sets Alec down, and after a momentary glare, Alec strides off with Dessh to cover the doors for Gal. The captain instructs everyone to make themselves scarce. Dund and Oloth end up with the Wookie behind a large crate.
Gal sets herself in front of the door, squaring her shoulders. The captain ducks down behind a barrel, giving her the nod. She activates the transfer, hatch sliding open before her, and then steps inside. The hatch snaps shut.
Gal walks down the crete-white hall, consciously adjusting her gait to act the part of the terrified prisoner. Coming to the other side, she attempts to open it, only to be denied. She looks up at the companel to face a Mandalorian officer. He looks put off. "What- where is the captain?" Gal recognizes an opportunity when she sees one, and brokenly opens into her explanation. Midway through, the Mando stands up and snaps, "Soali, you have the con. We're going in." "Yessir!" someone in the background snaps. "Stay there, lady, or you're dead. Understand?" the Mando says. Gal nods.
A few moments later, the hatch slides open, revealing three Mandalorian troopers, the Officer, and a Medic. The Officer roughly grabs Gal by the arm and hurries her along in the back of the group. The others are already ready, guns up, as the hatch opens.
Gal smirks, and then, as the group moves out into the bay, fluidly whips her head around, smacking the Officer in the face, dodging out of his grasp, and bringing her gun up on him, not even hesitating as she pulls the trigger. The others turn- only to be distracted by the rising heads around them. They manage to get a single round off. The crew, Dessh, and Dund tear through the first two. Gal hits the Officer in the helm as he moves. The last trooper takes a step back, spraying the area in firepower, all of his shots slamming into the deck and crates. The Medic dives back towards the closed hatch, slamming his fist on it. The Officer takes another step towards Gal. Alec breaks cover and smokes a neat hole in the guy's helmet.
The boarding party backup eliminated, the crew's guards descend on the Medic, shoved up against the hatch and looking terrified, hand pressed against a wound. He chokes out answers to their questions. Two left onboard. Only ship in the area. Please don't kill me.
The captain looks up. "Right. We've only got a few minutes. Jedi," he says, turning to the pair. "Will you lead us onboard?"
jeez, getting crowded up there.
Alec: 28/30 HP
Dessh: 28/32 HP