N97 stands with his body immobile, only his head turns as he scans the local environment for further threats. When satisfied he proceeds to disarm [ooc: not physically, he wouldn't want to show up any nearby wookie's] the fighters while Lt. Atala keeps them covered.

Once the area has been secured he comms the others. "Status: Shuttle combatants secure."

Liaka approaches carefully, making sure the people downed are not a threat. "I'll call off the combat droid when I'm good and ready," she says harshly to the man who has surrendered. "Secure the prisoner," she says, as she moves to the armored figure she shot.

As she gets closer to the downed foe she silently wonders just what in the Galaxy that droid did to her blaster pistol. What ever he did, it had punched right through rigid armor plates that a small blaster pistol like this one had no business doing. The thought made her feel both secure and terrified at the same time. Holding her blaster in her right hand, she tries to check on the armored being to see if he, or she, still lives.

"Hey, Doc," she calls to Geoff. "See if you can save someone here. Situation looks secure, for now."

Kixue approached the surrendering foe carefully, his gun trained on the man. If he made any sudden moves or took any aggresive actions he would put the man down. Well .... kinda. Kixue's blaster was still set on stun, as he wanted answers. " Hands behind your head. Cross your ankle behind your knees " he instructed as he drew closer. As Kixue got closer he reached into his bag and pulled out some binders.

The young ensign circled around their ambusher. Keeping the blaster trained on him he took one wrist and slapped the binders around them. Before placing his side arm away he glanced over at their "death bot" making sure he was covered before he holstered his weapon and pulled the prisoners arm behind him. With both arms secured behind his back Kixue pulled out his weapon once more " Now on your feet and prepare to move "

He then glanced over at Liaka " Hey El Tee, we should gather what we can and then get moving swiftly. Imperials may have heard our little party. "

Kixue then turned to their prisoner " How many more of your friends should we expect? "

The man cowers on his knees in the mud, and seems positively relieved when the handcuffs go on - perhaps expecting better treatment. He's wearing a set of black rainproof overalls, a yellow icon sewed to one shoulder. If he is Imperial, he's certainly not from any unit you've seen before. His comrade is still breathing, but fitfully: under his armour it's hard to tell the extent of his injuries. Geoff comes forward to inspect the body, removing armour plates on his torso to begin inspecting him. The others lie sprawled in various positions heavily indicative that they won't be getting up again.

"He'll live," Geoff nods. "Depends how you want him when he wakes up. Do we want him to squeal, or are we just doing the bare minimum here?" the doctor seems reticent about healing the man, but the Galactic Conventions on prisoner treatment, not to mention standing Alliance orders, limit his options for leaving the man. The conscious prisoner, on the other hand, seems rather happier to speak.

"We're the only ones, apart from the missile team up on the cliff, but there are only two of them. We were just left to guard our base. Please, I'm sorry, just let me go," he stands, head bowed, evidently terrified.

In the rain it is clear that neither the rebel team nor the missile team will be seeing each other for a while. So N97 does what he usually does; clean up.

After he and Private Oro do a two man sweep of the area to confirm the prisoners statements, the droid gathers the bodies and equipment at the shuttle. Cataloging their supplies he makes silent calculations on how long there supplies would last. Seeing the ample rain and lush foliage he estimates there are likely game in the area in case their stay became an extended one.

He has had to do that that before, shelter in place. Instead of using game for meat, he would use it to boil down an organic oil that he used to keep his parts in order. It must have come as an odd surprise to those who found him in a weather proof shelter with a work bench, tools and containers all made from natural materials. His mechanic skills could be put to use nearly as well on natural materials.

Back in the present he completes his tasks and reports to the Lieutenant that the area is now secure, offering a list of current supplies and estimated travel time to the cave.

The pouring rain began to annoy Kixue. They were going to need to wrap this up soon before he got too soaked. The shelter of the caves sounded like a good idea to regroup and dry off. Also get some grub. Now that Kixue thought about it he was getting a bit hungry. It had been some time since they last taken a meal break after all. He refocused his attention back on their prisoner though.

" Base? What base " He stepped closer to the man " Who are you working with? How many are at this base of yours? "

These guys weren't Imperials. That much he was sure of. But maybe they could be brought in as allies. Perhaps .... perhaps this was all just one big misunderstanding. Or perhaps he wasn't that lucky and they had acquired a new enemy to deal with on this planet.

"Our base?" he pauses. "You weren't looking for our base? We...we thought...we..." the man trails off for a moment, considering that they may very well have inadvertently given away the location of their hideout to a previously unknown enemy. He sighs, his voice hollow a broken man. "We're pretty much all there is. There are two more in the missile team, and they'll miss us soon enough, but otherwise this is everyone."

After giving the list of materials to Lt. Atala he also comms the other three team members. "Status: Supplies gained from enemy combatants: . ." he goes to list the armor and blasters detail. He leaves it up to them to determine if they would have a need for any equipment changes.

He then inspects the commlinks and determines their frequency. To the full team he silently gives this information. "Update: The two man missle team is on comm frequency . . " and gives them the details.

Taking one of their comlinks he opens a small panel and attaches it inside his chassis, connecting it to his systems it will allow him to monitor their comm traffic. He notifies the Lieutenant that he is monitoring their frequency and hands over a commlink to her as well.

The droid notices that the group of wilderness cave-dwellers (perhaps an accurate term, even it if doesn't convey the typical meaning) are dressed with Black Sun emblems, but are not dressed in the typical style of the syndicates shock-troops. To Ensign Noman and Lt. Atala he comms, "Observation: While they have the Black Sun patches, it is an odd coincidence for Black Sun to have such a remote enclave. These are not dressed as typical syndicate thugs. It will be an interesting story to find out their reasons for being so far from civilization." Apparently the combat revved up the droids programs as he seems more talkative than usual.

Kixue nods to N97 in recongition of his message and then focuses his attention back on their prisoner " And what is Black Sun doing so far away from their normal areas of influence? This isn't exactly a prime location for Black Sun's business. "

He then adds after a few moments " Oh and we will be needing the locations of your base of course. Your people owe us a new speeder after all. "

Geoff looks at the droid. “I was just about to say. It’s Black Sun for sure. And those tattoos,” he says, pointing at the faces of several of the fallen men. “I’ve seen those before. Don’t remember the name of the sub-group but I do remember this arrow and that symbol very well. They are some sort of a splinter-group or a sub-group within the Black Sun, human supremacists. Which is strange considering that many of the leaders of the outfit are non-humans.”

Liaka considers this for a moment. “That’s interesting to know. See what you can do for the fallen here, doc, we leave the dead behind. Can’t deal with burial in this situation.” She notes that Kiuxe is trying to get the location of the base and the rocket team from the survivor and approaches the pair.

“Listen,” she says to the man. “The fate of your two friends with the rockets is in your hands. If we think they are any threat to us, we’ll shoot them. They won’t ever know we were there. If you can think of a way to get them to surrender, or come to us so that we can get them to surrender, you can save their lives. Think fast, your friends are running out of time fast.”

The man seems to think for a long moment, before nodding. "Could I have my comlink back? I'll put in a call to them, bring them down," he accepts a proffered device, raising it to his mouth.

"Overwatch team, this is Phrink . We've got the ones down here, but..." his voice cracks for a moment: only your hard looks force him to continue. "We need some help with clear up. Come on down, we can get this all sorted quickly, then get back to base," he closes the channel.

"There, I did what you asked, but I won't tell you where the base is until I'm sure my friends are safe," he seems unsure of his resolve, but evidently he wants to keep some form of dignity here.

N97 slowly rotates his head toward the lieutenant. "Orders?" the question is put up on his upper chest display strip.

He has worked long enough with the rebellion, small military groups and with Lt. Atala to know what orders are most likely in-coming, but patience is something that comes easy to him. Though time is measured in partial nano-seconds, he doesn't have the same sensation that organics have for the passing of time. To him it is merely another measurement his designers and programmers have him mark and integrate into his functions.

Kixue folded his arms over his chest and shook his head sadly " We can't promise the safety of your friends until we know where your base is. The safety of our forces is paramount and you, not us, are the ones to place them in harms way ."

"Let's intercept them before they get here," Liaka says to the team, taking the comlink from the prisoner again. "Geoff can stay behind to guard the survivors, we need to ambush the missile team and convince them to surrender and we can continue this conversation, right? Oh, and if this one attempts to alert his friends, shoot him."

She checks the charge on her pistol, wishes fervently she was back on Ryloth and out of the cursed rain, and then heads out to scout out a good ambush spot.

Geoff nods in agreement, holding his pistol towards the man's head, grim intent set on his face as he ensures that he does not move. Oro turns to face Liaka.

"Where do you want me?" the man looks to be hopped up on adrenaline and obviously ready for a fight.

"With me, soldier," Liaka replies. "And help me find a good spot for an ambush."

" Yes sir " Kixue says in response to the new set of orders. He lifts his pistol and begins moving forward as they look for a good ambush location.

N97 completes the retraction of the industrial tool and readies the blaster rifle. Rotating his torso first, his feet then follow. He follows the Lieutenant in measured mechanical steps. He surveys the area and then takes a low position, using his battle experience to place himself in an advantageous position relative to the ridge the enemy is occupying.

The wait for the missile team is at least short - barely twenty minutes after the ambushers take cover, just beyond the site of their speeder crash (though out of sight of it, of course) the two men come into view through the rain, draped in ponchos. Evidently, they've left their potent anti-air missile behind for the sake of movement, and instead they are trudging along, with no weapons obviously ready nor any sense of tactical movement or observation about them.

Oro tenses for combat, apparently ready to spring out when the enemy reach the distance at which his knife can be employed, and it is apparent that he isn't planning on taking prisoners. The rest of you are thus left with mere seconds to respond.

Anxious to avoid more bloodbath, Liaka steps out from her cover, her blaster held in both hands, aimed at the two men. "Don't move. You are surrounded." When the two men freeze, she continues. "Your friends are all either in our custody or dead. Think carefully before you reach for weapons because in a minute you will also be either captives or dead. It is your choice which."

The Twi'lek keeps her weapon as steady as her voice, despite the cold, pouring rain. She isn't interested in killing the two men but is determined to shoot them if the reach for weapons.

From his vantage point the Droid N97 can see that the path of the 2 enemy troops will cross with Pvt Oro. Also noted is the typical emotional and physical display of an aggressive combatant. N97 had parsed the statements that the Lieutenant made to the enemy combatant as a promise, if possible, of their safety. However N97 is not in charge of the Private. Pvt Oro is part of the larger rebellion against the Empire and he has to make his own choices.

When Lt. Ataka steps in and takes control of the situation N97 notes that this is likely a good thing for the private. He has seen the emotional cost that killing places on most organics.

Moving forward he makes his usual display of an 'intimidating stance'. This is something that doesn't really come naturally to him. It was his comrades from his far past that helped him fine tune the position, specifically how to point his weapon, adjustments of his eye colors and having his weapons make their activation sounds. His own touch is the application of those ideas to the industrial tool integrated into his arm, and this is what he points at the 2 missileers.

"Woah!" shouts one of the men as the blaster appears, raising his weapon. His companion, perhaps somewhat dopier than he, looks around in confusion as weapons are pulled on all sides. He begins going for his blaster, then apparently thinks better of it, raising his arms in front of him to show that he is unarmed.

"Alright boys, you got us, well done," his voice has the gravel rasp of a man with a damaged voicebox, likely a life-long injury for a common criminal. "We surrender."

"Wisken you coward, what d'you think you're doing?" the other man, with a much younger voice, keeps his weapon half-raised, but turns his head to address the other man - apparently he is more confused than violent.

"No point wasting your life dying here boy, just give in."

As the men surrender comes out from behind his gun raised. He keeps the setting on stun, as they still want to take them alive, and approaches slowly. " Keep your hands where we can see them. " he instructs. As he steps closer " I'm going to disarm you now. So long as you cooperate you won't be harmed "

Kixue glances over at N97 checking to make sure the bot has him covered before he holsters his weapon and then takes the rifle of the first. He slings it over his shoulder and then takes Wisken's blaster, holstering it on his belt before lifting the blaster rifle " Keep your hands in the air and we promise we won't hurt you. "

He then glances over at Liaka " Ready to move when you are El Tee ." With luck, he thought, they would soon get out of this rain. He was starting to hate being wet.

Liaka is happy that there wasn't any cause to kill these men, but one of them is still a little belligerent. Without his weapons he wouldn't be dangerous, but he might be tempted to try something later. She makes a mental note of keeping an eye on that one. "Watch them, I'll go get the others," she says to Kiuxe, Oro and N97, before heading towards the wreck to Geoff.

Once there she looks at the prisoner. "Well, your friends did the smart thing and surrendered. Now, I suggest we get out of this rain. Show us how to get to your base." She pulls the prisoner to his feet and points towards the others. Before leaving, she looks at Geoff. "Are they all beyond help?" she asks, gesturing at the fallen Black Sun members on the ground. "If so, we should get going. Grab anything you think we might need."