Darien points to the small box on the floor, I think that the bomb's detonator is in there. It appears that it is just laced through the other crates. The Kyr'tsad who came through here didn't have time for much else.

Darien and Falmok follow the wires in opposite directions. As Darien rounds the stack of crates, he sees the wires running along the floor to a small hallway and into a small room.

I think I have something. Wires are headed to a room at the back of the building. I'm... going to carefully take a look... Vhal, anything on your end?

Nayc, they dead-end in one of the crates. Want me to join you?

Yeah, be careful.. let's take this nice and easy..

As Darien cautiously opens the door, a robotic voice addresses him, Hello? What was that commotion? Are you the buyers? No, wait, you aren't blue. Who are you? As he opens the door further, he sees a rather run-down protocol droid turned toward the door, sitting at a desk and holding a datapad in his hand.

Actually, we were in negotiations, but someone has wired this place with explosives. Darien told the droid. Would you be able to deactivate them, so we can make our purchase?

Oh, no I'm afraid I couldn't do that . Do you have anyone working on deactivating it?

Darien shrugged, We're working on it.. What do you do here?

Oh, no, I'm afraid that's entirely improper, the buyers requested it! Before you can stop him, he reaches out and presses a button on the desk. There. That should take care of it. I'm the inventory droid, I run this warehouse.

What did you do?

Deciding to leave the door mechanism be for the moment, Maya makes her way over to the open crate pointed out to her by Darien and sighs as she peers inside. Definitely a bomb. There had been a small part of her that hoped this had just been an elaborate bluff, but the mechanism was almost unmistakable. She had no idea what kind of bomb it was, but generally speaking bombs exploded, and this one's wiring seemed to be pretty rudimentary as it was. That might work to her advantage if she could find a fault in the rigging that would let her disarm the trigger. Not too big of a deal though, she could take her time, triple check all the wires first, test to see if there was an active or deactive current, isolate the . . . the. . .

Maya looked around the room for the sudden noise, but didn't immediately see anything. It was there though, and if she wasn't mistaken, it was getting louder. Which meant that if it was coming from the other side of the wall. . . Her eyes went wide and she fumbled at her belt for her electrician's tool, quickly scanning over the mechanism. " Might have company in here, " she said hastily over the comm, hoping that she was only hearing things. If someone came through that door to check on the room, depending on the yield of the bomb the building could be gone, or there could be a mile wide crater if she was right about the alarm on the door. Maya regretted that she hadn't disabled it now, but it was too late for that.

Throwing caution to the wind, she stuck her hand down to where the wires attached to the trigger, and ran a finger along it. No shock. That meant either it was insulated well, or there wasn't an active electrical signal keeping the bomb active. Without wasting any time she traced the wires back along the trigger to what looked like it was the firing mechanism, and cut the wire at the source. She gritted her teeth, waiting for the explosion, and when it didn't come she quickly ducked behind one of the crates and out of sight, swapping the tool for her WESTAR.

I activated our security droids. They are armed somewhat over factory specifications, but they still function sufficiently. If you will excuse me, I need to get back to work, unless you are ready to negotiate?

Shut down the droids and we'll talk.. Darien tells the droid.

Oh no, I'm afraid I can't do that, protocols dictate that they remain active until the situation is resolved.

Negotiations at blaster point.. What do you propose?

Oh I don't know, I'm not the negotiator, I'm just the inventory droid. You just can't disarm the bomb, it's against protocol.

Well, if aren't able to negotiate, or unwilling to disable the security droids.. there really isn't any need to keep you functioning, is there?

Darien drew his pistols and opened fire on the annoying droid, blowing several holes in the torso and head.

A trio of security droids carrying blaster rifles step out around a stack of crates. Maysh'la notices that they each have an articulated tube, about 18 inches long, mounted on their back just to the right of their head. One of them addresses her in an authoritative tone, Stand down. You have violated protocol and are commanded to surrender.

Falmok rushed to the edge of crates that was blocking his field of fire, so he could see the source of the voice and to shoot its head off.

Rounding the corner, he let of a volley of fire... narrowly missing the first droid to come into view.

The security droid halts and turns towards its assailant, Alert, alert. Unit 004 under fire! It pulls up its rifle and aims carefully, firing into Falmok, who staggers against the crates.

Darien glances around the room, looking for an off-switch, and sees an interface, but it is shut down and would probably require a pass code. He shakes his head and frustration and chases out after Falmok. He runs up to his vod and opens fire on the droid, leaving a couple burning holes in the thick plasteel armor. Over comms he calls to Maysh'la [<Keep your head down, we'll draw their fire. If you deactivated the explosives, get out of here!>]

The remaining two security droids split up, one of them moves behind some crates and shoots at Falmok, who is already off-balance from the last attack. He takes a solid hit to the chest and staggers back, cursing the osik'la beskar'ad. The other droid moves to the crates behind which Maysh'la is hiding, but is preoccupied by the firefight and doesn't notice her as she tucks herself into a space between the crates.

As the droid positioned itself with it’s back to Maya, she couldn’t help but feel lucky. As lucky as you could feel in a room full of explosives, anyway. The droids access port was facing her directly, and with any luck she could shut it down without a problem. She ignored Darien’s advice to flee, but couldn’t say so without giving away her position. All she could do is hope the droids didn’t make use of their explosives.

Carefully, she removed her datapad from her belt and extended its computer spike, opening up a basic droid deactivation protocol. Hopefully the droid didn’t have too many extra layers of security. Program ready, she quickly slid out of her hiding spot and carefully placed the computer spike into the port. The droid began to react, but it was too late, and it’s systems deactivated as the droid powered down. She made sure she was still hidden behind the cover as she slid along the crates. One down, two to go.

Falmok poked his carbine out of cover to line up a shot at one of the droids and opened fire, then ducked back down as sparks flew from the damaged torso. Falmok pulled out a stimpack and stabbed it into his leg. [Dar, I managed to do some damage to the other one!]

The security droid that Darien shot turns and clanks behind a couple crates, then shoots Falmok again. In the small hallway, it is like shooting fish in a barrel and Falmok takes another hard hit, the blaster fire penetrating his armor and doing serious damage. He starts to feel a bit woozy and is on the verge of passing out, but he thinks he's got a good angle on the droid and shouldn't have too much trouble hitting it.