Bounding into action Drogos charges at the traitorous crew that had fallen over in the crash getting in between two of the men he slashes at the prone man's legs with one swing, Then using the other end of his blade he Slashes the at the chest armor of the other man in the back swing.

Grabbing hold of the back of the pilot seat to stop himself being flung over by the impact, Den looks behind with a grimace under his helmet. "Strewth! What are they doing over there". Lowering his voice he mutters "I knew nothing good would come from going underwater". Looking back to the others he would gesture to their equipment. "Alright, I think I'm going to have to go help, try deal with the pilot so we don't get battered into a can. You guys got anything to go through the glass?"

Glancing behind Den sees the rear gun, and with a grin makes a scramble towards the seat. "Never mind, I got it!" Squeezing into the seat he takes a moment to check the controls before waving to the enemy pilot through the view port. Squeezing off a few rounds he curses to himself as they bounce harmlessly off of the walkers hull. Twisting in his seat he calls back to the others "keep it steady will you?"

“Don’t shoot!!” The trooper on his feet kicks his comrade’s rifle away from him and it is sent sliding across the deck toward the passage. He stretches his arms out away from his body, palms facing outward in surrender. “It is over.”

The steady trickle of water punctuates the sudden lull in combat, the red glare of the Zabrak’s double-saber flickering eerily as it reflects off the surrounding bulkhead. The injured trooper who had been reaching to regain his weapon appears resigned to accept the situation for what it is, and stays on his knees, placing his hands on his head.

"Inquisitor," Briar said over the comm link "that walker is going to flood in a minute or two, your going to want to get everyone out of there."

"Understood." Drogos looks to the leak in the ship and then turns to Hale. "Prepare these men for our exit..." He points to the traitors. "Can the rest of you swim?" He looks to those imperials which the Traitors had taken hostage.

Got it boss. I can only take one at a time, and I doubt anyone will make it without oxygen. Who do you want me to take first?

"Conscious Traitors and Loyal Imperials first." Drogos says then taps his communicator, "My Pilot bring the shuttle in as close as possible we have many payloads and trips to make and not enough time."

Copy. Alright buddy, you're comin' with me. Hale puts the mask over the traitor's face and heads out through the hatch, swimming up to the surface, where he leaves him treading water. Just stay right here. We'll be back for you. He winks and dives back down towards the sub.

Evon nodding to Hale and the extracted soldier: ,,Somar, can you bring me to the surface? It seems they aquired some assets. I can start the questioning right away."

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"Moving the sub in for emergency evac maneuvers now..."

The hail of laser fire lights up the Hellhound, glancing off the hull surrounding the transparisteel cockpit. The tank pilot can be seen checking various instrument panels, and ultimately hails the sub. “Sorry fellas, didn’t get the memo. Standing down. Forward guns are out, and aft compartment is taking on water. Crew is not responding. Request permission to blow the canopy, evacuate the crew, and hitch a ride to the surface.”

Hale swims back down to the walker, and one-by-one brings the rest to the surface. After bringing the last of the wounded to the sub, he starts to pull himself up before stopping and diving back down. He surfaces again and heaves himself onto the sub, carrying a T-7. *Exhale* Phew, cramped in here. His head swims slightly as he leans against the wall. Hey doc! Once you've stabilized these guys, I'd appreciate it if you'd take a look at me. They hit me pretty hard. Luks, I brought ya somethin'! Don't know if it'll still work after the dunking it took, but here's one of their disruptors. It doesn't have a stun setting, so you won't have to worry 'bout missing the switch. He winks and leans the rifle against the wall.

Evon glances at Hales wound: ,,That fancy armor of yours, not good at protecting you, isn't it?" He raises his voice, so the prisoners might hear him. ,,Now come here, I check you first, doesn't matter if we lose 1 or 2, at least the rest will be motivated to answer as quickly as possible." Trying to keep up the grim face, he turns back and winks at Hale.

Hale glances down at the scuba suit and mutters under his breath about wishing he actually had his fancy armor, but he'd allow the doc his joke. After all, the doc was the one who was going to fix this mess anyway.

When Drogos resurfaces and rejoins the crew on the ship he goes straight to Evon, "Doctor, the captives will need treatment if they are to survive for our interrogation, treat them quickly, then I require Medical Assistance." Was all the inquisitor would say as he looked at the bodies of the men whom he had spent the effort not killing he would not be happy if his efforts were all for naught.

Evon finishes patching up Hale. He covers the cleared and treated wound with some synthskin. ,,Now, sergeant hold this for the next 5 minutes, and don't move. It's not bacta, but that's the best you can get on the field. And remember: Don't. Move. If I have to come back and patch you again, you tell the brother that you used up the medicine, not me!"

,,Speak of the devil..." He sees Drogos coming straight to him, asking for assistance for the prisoners and himself. ,,Right away, sir!"

He quickly stabilizes the 3 unconcious troopers, so they are ready for processing. He tries to soften them up a bit for the Fourth Brother. As the last of them is awakening, he addresses him. ,,Welcome back to galaxy, trooper!" The soldier looks around confused and Evon continues. ,,No, you are not dead.... yet. I've tended all of your wounds, so the Brother can inflict newer ones. What can I say, I have a stable job." He puts away the medical tools, and give all of them a last injection. ,,Here, some stimulants so you can think faster. I recommend you to use the opportunity to answer the Brother's questions fully and thoroughly.... Otherwise we might start the whole thing all over again." Then he packs the rest of his stuff and heads over to Drogos, to treat his wounds too.

Drogos simply watches in silence as the Doctor works eventually getting to his own turn in line, all the while he let his menacing aura emanate on the soldiers he was about to interrogate along side the good Doctor.

"Stun settings are for law enforcement and farmers" the trooper would retort as he squeezes out of his seat. "You done something wrong enough come against the boys in white, you probably aren't supposed to be stunned". Taking a moment to examine the new toy, he nods to himself a little. "Huh, now we're talking" Den states with approval as he tosses the disruptor from one hand to the other testing the weight before he checks down the sights. "Cheers boss. Hey, why don't we get this kind of hardware normally? I could disintegrate so many rebels with one of these".

Crawling forward to tap the pilot on the shoulder, he would see Den looming over his shoulder. "So that's us done down here right? Please say we can go back to where mammals are supposed to be".

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Crawling forward to tap the pilot on the shoulder, he would see Den looming over his shoulder. "So that's us done down here right? Please say we can go back to where mammals are supposed to be".

"Yes, thank the Emperor. Hopefully now we can get topside and get some *ahem* fresh air."

Returning to the Imperial outpost above, the prisoners are respectively stabilized and secured. Those still standing identify themselves as Gunnery Sgts. Spatt and Hicks, the tank pilot as Sgt. Gatz. The fallen are identified as Sgts. Tolson, Taft, and Garett, but they will require attention at a fully equipped medbay before they can face interrogation.

Cani arrives from her action above on the encampment platform, Banshee Squad close behind. “I have been promoted to the rank of Lieutenant Commander. Apparently it is difficult to find loyal officers who can follow orders. I have been gifted this Hellhole as my first command. Make yourselves at home, boys. Lieutenant Somar, if you want that fancy bird of yours to fly again, let’s have a look.”

Backbeat removes his helmet. “Grim business that, Luks. Should’ve gone fishing with you. How was the water?”

”TK-808, Put your helmet back on and continue to scan the perimeter for snipers. Sergeant Major, please deploy your squad to ensure platform security.” Judging from her manner, Lt.Cdr. Patral was going to brook no nonsense on her watch. “The sooner we resolve these current affairs, the sooner I can get back to my project at this new facility.”

Hale grits his teeth at the sight. This wasn't what he'd signed up for, but he already wasn't on the best of terms with the "lieutenant commander" and didn't want to get himself in more hot water. After all, he'd just gotten out of the cold water. Yes ma'am. Alright boys, you heard the boss. Move it! He gives some hasty instructions and turns back to Patral. If you don't mind, commander, I'll go change back into my armor and grab my rifle before joining them. I can't say I look all that impressive in this get-up. Doesn't exactly "put the fear of the Empire" into these locals.

"Everywhere, the water was everywhere" the trooper would mutter as he tucks his new weapon under his arm. He would have to check it over when there was a little time. There was no point in logging it into evidence or anything like that, he would put it to better use. Besides, what the admin didn't know wouldn't hurt them.

Most of the animals are quiet, as darkness settles over the crater, but a disturbance coming from the still-smoldering encampment catches Hale’s attention. An unfamiliar noise, maybe a flash of movement?

Briar receives an alert from the data-spike she had placed earlier on the tower communications and sensory array. Apparently, there is a new message, or else the sensors have picked up something?

Hale signals to the nearest squad member, Luks. He points towards the disturbance, Thought I saw somethin'... let's take it nice and easy, I'll check it out. Cover me. And he eases his way towards the spot, E-11 at the ready. "If this is just some womp rat, I'm gonna look pretty silly, but better silly than dead."

"Hm?" Den grunts as turns back around to make his way towards Hale. He didn't march so much as he slouched, still struggling to juggle his rifle and disruptor. He would probably have to store it somewhere soonish. "What's that? What'd you see?" Squinting into the encampment, he laughs and slaps Hale on the shoulder. "Come on, don't tell me that you're jumping at shadows now, after all this?"

He laughs again before sitting down on the ground. "Go on then, take a look, I'll cover you from here". He places his disruptor on the ground as he grips the rifle with his legs. He takes some time adjust the sights, occasionally glancing up to check the progress of Hale. "Hey! If it's a rancor don't stuck around alright?" he would shout out to the trooper, chuckling at his own joke.