Everything was going according to plan, at least as far as the amount of chaos we wanted to create.
My Vor, Danar Vorpadaran, and myself, and the clone trooper, Hicks, had infiltrated the presumed mercenaries who were occupying the previously abandoned pirate base by disguising ourselves in confiscated armor and mimicking the military walk and talk of the mysterious fighting force. Danar and Hicks had entered one holding cell to free the presumably cranky Boba Fett. I entered the holding cell across the hall to free the Replicant who had been similarly kidnapped. It would not have worked for us to free one first and then the other because there were dark troopers in the hallway guarding both doors.
So, there I was, explaining to the massive Awakeen living robot (let's call him a Decepticon) that I was "helping" him to burrow into the memory banks of the Replicant to take the martial arts tactical information she had been trained. He was not pleased by my apparently bumbling interference, not at all.
I sidestepped and fell to my knees, begging the Awakeen, "I'm just a grunt here. I think you know which one of my supervisors to vent your frustrations."
I reached out through The Math, the short distance between the computer of my mind and the computer of his mind. I tried to touch that thought which I assumed was there, that one leader of this clam-bake who had been (no doubt) irritating this superior Awakeen scientist with either bullying or bureaucracy.
The Decepticon agreed that I should mop the floor and leave the room spotless before he got back from venting his frustrations upon my supervisor.
Of the two scientists remaining in the room, one went for a communications console, I interrupted him, telling him of the secret pirate escape tunnel. He agreed that we would be better off running for it rather than being here when the Awakeen gets back. I gave him the other scientist who seemed to have been knocked unconscious somehow, although the Replicant woman seemed to still be restrained.
As he walked out to the hallway with two more security guard troopers, I mimed falling unconscious from some sort of airborne pathogen as the door closed itself.
The Replicant and I started our plan to escape. I told her that the escape tunnel I had mentioned was real. I set the door chime intercom to listen to what was out in the hall.
We heard the guards talk to the scientists. They sealed my door using a pathogen protocol. Danar and Hicks opened the opposite door in their uniforms with what sounded to be (judging by their conversation) a seemingly unconscious Boba Fett on a stretcher. The guards said, "The old lady wants [Boba Fett] intact." and they locked the two scientists in a cell so that a haz-mat team could check them over. Danar offered to guard the door until the two guards returned with the haz-mat team and some flame throwers to "clean" the room I and the Replicant were hiding inside.
I hacked the door and asked Almon to follow us and unlock only the doors ahead of us as we make our escape. He informed me that a rather ingenious rotating passcode cipher was constantly changing, making it difficult for him to hack the base for more than a second at a time.
Boba Fett told Hicks, that the "Her" who was approaching the pirate base was "Fenneck Shand" (let's call her his bounty hunting lady friend). And he explained that Omega Cleanse 12 is the command to burn the area of all biological materials, down to the tiniest virus.
We set to leave. Danar suggested that the two scientists would be helpful in explaining what was happening in this base, so I hacked their cell door.
Just then another Vor in black trooper armor entered via the turbolift which was our exit. He demanded a second try at dueling my Vor, Danar Vorpadaran, whom he claimed he detected by his lightfoil signature. The two immediately found that their armor considered them to be teammates and prevented them from harming each other. However, the scoundrel appeared to be receiving helpful hints from his suit to assist his skills. So, I whipped out my datapad and convinced Danar Vorpadaran's armor that this was just a training session, and they were not actually intent on hurting each other, only sharpening their skills.
As soon as their duel gave us clearance, we entered the turbolift, and I hacked the controls so that we could not be redirected. The two decided that their armors were not in keeping with the standards of a duel after all, and they delayed their fight until a later time when they could truly fight mono-e-mono.
We took Danar with us in the turbolift.
At the bottom subfloor, with no trouble from getting our turbolift hijacked by anyone, we found the small electric cars as we had left them. We hastily piled in, two scientists in the front with Danar driving, and myself squeezed between Boba Fett and Hicks in the back of the topless vehicle. As we started to drive away into the tunnels, the other turbolift door opened with a ping, and no less than nine dark troopers lurched out and fired rifles so big that they could have used normal-sized rifles as their ammunition rounds.
They unloaded at us as we sped away.
MESSAGE:
to: vy_pi
from: KitKat the Mentat
We are walking out with the goods. Situation Normal.
MESSAGE:
to: KitKat the Mentat
from: vy_pi
re: Situation Normal
Team Distraction also prepping to depart.
Glad you're in armor!
Danar expertly dodged the incoming missiles launched from htose oversized rifles, however, the missiles were homing in on us, following every erratic turn eventually. I hacked my dark trooper helmet into a makeshift sensor scrambler and tossed it backward into the missiles, making most of them explode harmlessly (harmless to us, not so much to the dark troopers pursuing us on foot every bit as fast as our vehicle and even running along the walls).
Danar reminded me that the blast door was closed.
Almon alerted us that he was unable (yet) to break through the rotating security code to gain access to the base computer systems.
I reached out into The Math with the computer that is my mind. I pictured that DOOR OPEN button, the simplest of computers, it could only be 0 or 1. It was 0. I had to reprogram it to a 1. The Math was good to me.
But the massive blast door opened very slowly. We approached very quickly. I calculated the odds, and kept them to myself.
"Squeeze toward the center!" I told them. We all did.
As we plowed into the much too tiny crack of an opening, the scientists shrieked, the Replicant shrieked, the metal shrieked. We got through. Our purloined vehicle got through mostly. It was not equipped to run off road, even when it had all of its fenders and sidewalls.
It fell apart. I'm not sure who grabbed the scientists, but the rest of us rolled to safety, except for Danar and myself. You see, our dark trooper armor - I'm going to call it "experimental" armor, protected us from the sudden deceleration trauma by activating boot jets, which had very little fuel, not enough to provide a safe landing.
That's where the airbags came into play.
The next thing I knew, I could not lower my arms because the inflated (black, of course) airbags had cushioned my fall and were not deflating very quickly at all. We were a humorous sight, but we were unharmed.
===OUT OF CHARACTER===
STARS:
♫ Capt' Koleen! She'll save every one of us! ♫
GM: "effectively shattered the original clock!"
Danar guard the door for the guards.
Vanya convincing trooper commander to lock up the Decepticon.
GM "base droid"
The Twin Thing. Boba Fett can immediately recognize INDIVIDUAL clones by their (identical) faces.
"You let THAT walk around your base?!?"
Vanya undoing KitKat's Jedi-beer-trick by noting to the Decepticon, "You're being a whiny little bitch."
GAME STATS (Since Part 1):
+1 CP for recognizing Davish's kata.
Spent 1 force point to track inviso-troopers. Spent 1 force point to convince the Awakeen Decepticon to go Karen on my supervisor.
Spent a force point to TK the door control.
My new thing is to revise my planned action based on info learned by the action of the player right ahead of me.
KitKat does not use his newfound Jedi Mind Trick (Bene Gesserit Voice) to make people do what they don't want to do. He uses it to make them see things as they are, to abandon a plan that just isn't working, to finally do that thing they have been wanting to do for ages.