The room is a breakroom of sorts, and the two women in the room scream as the Mandalorian and Duros suddenly tumble into the room.

Ge'tal joins the fray and, drawing back, makes a swift, downward punch at the Duros' head, barely missing, and shattering the floor tiles inches from his face.

He shoves Cade off and rolls to the side, throwing himself back against the wall, "Whoa, whoa, stop! I give up!" he tosses the blaster pistol away from himself and puts his hands up.

Falmok reaches down and hauls the Duros up to his knees and secures him with zipcuffs. He looks into the break room and notices another door. Where dose that go? he growls in the Duro's ear.

F-fresher! the Duro stammers.

Perfect. get up. He hauls the Duro to his feet and escorts him through the Refresher door, shoving him into a seated position and secure him to the mounting of one of the stalls. Satisfied the Duro wouldn't be able to break free, he goes and collects first the two females from the break room and secures them to the other stall mounts, then heads back to the control room. I have three secured in the 'fresher, ner'vod. he tells Darien.

Darien crosses the security office in a few quick strides and opens the door, revealing the 'freshers and their new occupants. "Copy, Vod. Kara, may as well stick the rest of the aruetii in here. Plenty of room." He grabs the nearest tech by the arm and drags him to his feet, ushering him to the stall and fastening him in the same manner as Falmok fastened the others. He glances towards the women with a bit of pity in his eyes, feeling pretty sure this wasn't what they'd signed up for, and wondering if they'd even willingly signed on to anything. Knowing Hutts, it wouldn't surprise him if they hadn't.

With both problems out of the way, Maya went ahead and followed quietly to the security room. She was impressed that they'd manage to deal with both of the problems so efficiently. Unfortunately, those weren't skills that making armor would help her deal with. For now, it was more important to stick with what she knew. "Nice work you two," she complimented Darien and Kara as they were securing the security team, heading straight for the security console. It looked like a simple enough system, and she didn't waste any time combing over it, curious as to what she'd be able to control from here.

The immediate path into the system was pretty simple, and within a few moments the alarms were disabled across the compound. From there it was a pretty simple matter to navigate into the rest of the system and locate Gorka's quarters. Interestingly enough, she was able to identify what looked to be an alternate hidden exit. A simple request wasn't enough to seal it from her end, so a few seconds of slicing later she'd managed to do it the hard way instead. Even more interesting however was the signature of a droid charging point located inside his quarters. It looked like they'd been using the station to update software, although it would take her a few minutes to even try and identify what type of droid it would be. She activated her personal comlink to communicate to everyone at once not that they were mostly clear. "Alarms are off people. I also sealed an Emergency Exit in Gorka's room so he won't be going anywhere. Heads up though, there's a droid charging point in his room, could be used for one or several. Keep your eyes peeled in there. I'll stay here to see if I can help on this end, maybe isolate the droids and turn them to our side."

Darien scans a map of the building and collects the others, leading them past the set of double doors that open up onto the casino's main room, then up a flight of stairs and down the hall towards Gorka's rooms, passing a few cameras on their way from the security office. He stops at a door to the right of the end of the hall and signals for the others to hold, waiting for a signal from Maya. "Copy, we'll be careful. Gar an tsikala?" at an affirmative answer, he hits the controls to open the door. It opens onto another hall about 10 yards long with a row of three doors to the left and one to the right. The hall terminates in a door to Gorka's "throne room."

As they headed down the hallway, Maya pulled up the camera feeds, tracking down which rooms were linked where before noticing a large number of guards. "Taylir bat. Got a guard barracks on your right. . and. . ." she trailed off a moment while she found the locks to the door and closed it off from the security room. "Ok, they're sealed in. Can't see in the other rooms, so I'd keep quiet if I were you."

Darien paused as Maya called in the warning, Vor'e, we'll try and keep it quiet.. he whispered over the comlink, and waved the others towards Gorka's room.

Cade began to fidget, tapping his beskad against the fabric of his suit, rather than his plates. Any ideas on whats behind these? Cade whispered over the comm, indicating the three remaining doors.

Let's worry about that after Gorka, Cyar'ika. Kara whispered back.

Indeed. Falmok chimed in. After the payday.

Darien shakes his head and whispers, "Let's hope it isn't relevant." He walks quietly up to the door at the end of the corridor and waves Falmok over to the other side of the door. He silently signals, 1... 2... 3... and hits the button, the door sliding open to reveal a startled Kymber inches away from the door herself. Behind her, Gorka is seated on his dais and flanked by a pair of guards wielding vibroaxes. One of the guards is staggered by the sudden appearance and nearly drops his vibroax. Gorka barely even seems phased and quickly types a couple commands into his console, raising an energy shield in front of his dais and beginning to lower a blast shield as Kymber scrambles around and dashes for the other side of the room.

Falmok rushes into the room as the shield goes up, Chakaaryc hut'uun! he roared, bending over and launching his jetpack's rocket with an earsplitting SWOOOOSH, trailing a line of smoke. The rocket impacted against the shield and detonated with an impressive explosion, but appeared to not effect the shields integrity. He roared again in frustration looking for another target.

Kara moved up past Falmok, and rushed through the shield, firing on one of the guards with her modified Westar pistol. The shots hit him solidly, causing him to stagger back clearly in a lot of pain. She took a quick moment to admire the pistol, Good job, Chub'ika!

Gorka recoils as Kara rushes through the shield, "Friends! Surely we can talk about this like reasonable people!"

Checking his fire until Kara passes, Darien fires a blast from his flame projector at the second guard. The Weequay screams in agony as he is engulfed in the flame, staggering back as the fire catches in his beast-hide armor. "Cade! Slanar jii!"

Cade surged into the room, bes'kad ringing loudly as he hit his plates, bellowing a reverberating warcry. He ran straight to Gorka's dais and savagely sliced the blade across the Hutt's midsection where a ribcage would be, leaving an ugly gash.

Kymber frantically smacks at the control panel for the door until it opens and then dashes in through it. The guard Darien set aflame screams in terror and pain as he runs aimlessly, panicking as he tries to put out the fire.

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Kymber frantically smacks at the control panel for the door until it opens and then dashes in through it. The guard Darien set aflame screams in terror and pain as he runs aimlessly, panicking as he tries to put out the fire.

Ge’tal draws her blaster and fires a quick burst at the guard, striking him squarely.

The guard drops his ax and runs towards the door Kymber just passed through, clutching his wounds and leaving his compatriot to his fiery fate.

"So," Maya began, turning briefly towards the guards that had been subdued. "Seeing as you're about to find yourself unemployed, anything in particular you're willing to share about your operations here? Specifically about what that droid charging port in your former bosses room is?"

Her question was met with silence and she frowned, before trying to lure the info out of them. "No? Maybe if some credits were involved?"

The one at the forefront gave her a deadpan look and she sighed before shrugging her shoulders. "Eh, have it your way. I can appreciate the loyalty. Once Gorka's out of the way, we can discuss me putting in a good word for you with who your next boss is gonna be. Maybe he'll keep you on."

As Cade's Beskad slices into his torso, Gorka growls in pain and wallops Cade with a meaty fist, knocking him back on his shebs as the blast door clanks shut. He draws himself up to his whole height, towering over the prone Mandalorian, "I'm afraid you have proven the honor of Mandalorians false, and leave me no choice." He turns and hits a button on his computer and with a nearly silent swoosh! a hidden door slides open in the side of the wall. A metal voice echoes from the cavity, "Stand down. This is your only warning." and an IG-series assassin droid steps out of the shadows, holding its weapons in a ready position as it scans for targets.

Maysh'la turns back to the back of screens in time to see the eight men inside the barracks rush to the door, the first one nearly breaking his nose (for at least the fifth time, to look at him) on the unyielding door. She sees confusion set in as they find themselves locked in.

Falmok aims his carbine to capitalize on Cade's attack and shoot at the gash on Gorka's torso.. just as the shield and blastdoor blocks his shot... Shab! he swore. Movement from a door opening drew his attention as an IG droid steps into the room. More droids? Falmok growled, opening fire on the droid.

The IG unit managed to block a head shot with one of it's arms, sparks flew as the bolts shattered components, causing the limb to go limp at it's side. The IG's photoreceptors swiveled to look at the useless limb before glaring at Falmok.

Kara scoffs at Gorka's statement, We accepted the contract on you before your job offer gar ori'di'kut, You made our job easier by literally inviting us to kill you. She told him as she aimed her pistol to the gash and fired. The blots burrowed into the Hutt's hide, turning the gash into a burned char, the smell of sickly sweet burning meat and fat worked it's way past her helmets filters causing her nose to wrinkle in disgust.

Gar klesir guuror hettir sheb'ika....

Darien sees the damaged arm and fires on the same spot with his carbine, maximizing on the advantage and shooting it clean off. "Oya, Vhal!"

The droid recovers from the assault and brings its repeating blaster to bear, "Hostile targets acquired, terminating." Dar lunges forwards and shoves Vhal out of the way as the droid opens fire, several of the bolts hitting the pair squarely and reopening Darien's wound. Darien took the brunt of the barrage, but if he hadn't intervened, the barrage probably would have dropped Falmok.

From the bank of screens, Maya sees the goons inside the room cluster around the door lock as they try to get it open. The one who ran into the door tries first, but one of the others gets impatient and shoves him away, taking over the process. After a few moments, the panel sparks and they begin pushing up the unpowered door only a couple meters behind Ge'tal.

Cade smiled, Ibac's ner kar'taylir darasuum.. He picked himself up from the floor and went in for another slash at the smoking wound. Just a little deeper... the blade sliced into the Hutts blubber like layer under the tough hide, but didn't seem to do substantial damage to Gorka..

Cade's mind raced, We'll have to change that...

The remaining guard, still in flames, gives a dying yell as he collapses on the floor, the fire still burning his armor and body.