Pivoting on her heel, Ge’tal hits the lock on the doors sealing everyone in the room—preventing their foes’ retreat, as well as any reinforcements from coming—then fires off several shots at the IG droid, barely missing, and putting it off balance as it attempts to dodge the volley.

It was frustrating not being able to watch what was going on in Gorka's room, but Maya supposed it didn't really matter. Most likely the others would contact her in case anything happened that they needed her help with. For now, she just had to make sure that the Hutt couldn't get reinforcements in there. A problem that appeared to be getting to the forefront of her priorities. She watched from the camera as the guards in the barracks finally realized that she'd locked the door. Their inability to get out was amusing - that is, until they started to try and find a way around the problem.

It went from an annoyance to an issue the second they ripped out the power to the control panel. In hindsight, Maya determined she probably should've seen that coming. Fortunately for her, that was the power to the door controls, and not the power to the door mechanism itself. It took a minute for her to isolate the power mechanisms, and at first she wasn't certain how she was supposed to increase the power without blowing the system. And then it dawned on her that the solution didn't lay in her skill with computers, but rather her knowledge of engineering.

The door mechanism was a fairly simple one. Motion in front of the door, switch turns on, mechanism activates, door closes. She quickly added in a trigger for -

void deactivate circuit () (

if ( noMotion)(

Within a split second, the gears on the doors started turning as the change in the programming permanently turned on the door mechanism. Maya laughed in glee as the door started pushing back down on them. One of the guards tried to get himself in the way of the door, and promptly had his toes smashed by the closing door. He seemed to have managed to get his foot out before any major damage was done, and had instead resorted to hopping around the room holding his foot in quite the comical manner.

With a grin on her face at her success, she turned towards the tied up guards in the room. "Say, there wouldn't happen to be an intercom system would there?"

After Maya turns back to the console, disappointed with the results of her attempted bribery, one of the women Falmok and Cade tied up slips a small knife from a concealed pocket and starts to work on her bonds, severing them after a short moment. She gestures to the others to stay quiet, and rolls her eyes at the other woman, still quietly whimpering where the wolf-man had left her and not paying attention to anything. She sneaks up behind the woman at the control panel silently, eyeing her blaster pistol, but with the knife poised to strike if necessary. Suddenly, the woman turns to speak to them. After a split second of hesitation where the two look towards each other in surprise, she drops the small knife in her hand and lunges forwards, grabbing the woman's pistol out of its holster, grappling with her as she tries to bring the weapon to bear on its owner.

Gorka surges forward, grabbing Cade's arms and trying to knock him over and roll on top of him, but Cade manages to keep his footing. Gorka keeps pushing, roaring in frustration, but then suddenly twists, slamming Cade hard into the wall. "Your friends will die. CEASE this attack NOW and I will spare them!" the Hutt's features contort in fury and disgust as Cade bounces off the wall and gains some separation, shaking off the Hutt's grip.

Falmok concentrated on the IG droid, carefully aiming before gently squeezing the trigger, the shot lanced out and impacted the droids torso, bored through armor plate and breached an internal munitions magazine and causing a couple of the ordinance to cook off and launch into the shield. The explosion rolled across the shield until it began to flicker and finally fail.

Falmok looked down at his carbine with his mouth agape in astonishment. Woah... he breathed..

Nutennir gar ast'ehut uram, aruetii bal ash'amur. O'r olaror tracyn Cade! Kara roared, squeezing the trigger. Cade shifted slightly at the warning, the shots passing him so close, he could feel the heat... The shots finding their mark, burning into the Hutt once again, the sizzle of burning fat and wisps of smoke erupted from the Hutts wound.

As the assassin droid recovers from the hit, Darien yells to his brother over comms, "<[I’ll draw his fire]>" and dashes across to the right, firing his carbine at the droid to draw its attention. After only a couple steps, he feels his wound really split open and his legs stop moving, Ngh! Nonono MOVE! He slumps against the wall in pain, trying to move, and the assassin droid turns his fire on the vulnerable Mandalorian. The first bolts slam into Darien’s right leg, tearing past the armor, and then cross up across his torso and into his left shoulder. Darien slumps down onto the floor and the droid turns its focus back to the others, "Hostile target neutralized."
Darien sees the droid dimly as his vision grays out. He strains to reach his carbine where it lies beside him, but his fingers don’t move when he tells them to. Mentally cursing himself, he tries to focus his thoughts on Kyra and Ferrus as he fights to hang onto the last thread of consciousness, bleeding out on the floor. He inevitably fails, slipping into the blackness of unconsciousness after only a few short moments.

In contrast to the fierce firefight between the Mandalorians and the assassin droid, a rather comedic scene unfolds, visible from one of the screens behind Maya as she grapples with the woman. The man whose foot was caught in the door stops hopping and swearing and gives the door a solid kick with his injured foot and resumes hopping on one foot while swearing vociferously. One of the others starts to work on the panel, but receives a significant electric shock and collapses backwards, unconscious. Someone else takes his place and tries to finish the job, but is unable to capitalize on his stricken ally's progress.

Kark it! Cade mutters, pulling out a grenade and holds it up as he activates the fuse. Ibi'tuur cuyir a jate tuur at urcir kyr'am slug. Gorka's eyes widen and Cade roared, shoving his arm as deep into the Hutt as he could and let go of the explosive. Cade tried to get some distance between them, but he lost some of his footing due to the melted fat on the stone floor.. sonofa-- WA-WOOOOMP!! A concussive blast ripped open the Hutt and threw Cade up in the air and carried him a meter or two before slamming him back down to the floor. Cade could taste the tang of iron in his mouth and it felt like someone slammed his head into a bell, his head pounded and ears rang. He knew he was in bad shape, but couldn't help but smile. Worth it.

Gorka's midsection is a mess, a gaping crater oozing fluid and fat. The Hutt's voice is raspy and mangled, "It wiuull... take morrre... thhaan thhaat to stop... mee." He surges forward towards Cade, trying to grab onto the Mandalorian, but the fat and goop covering Cade's armor helps him slip away like grabbing a bar of wet soap. Gorka swings a fist and smacks Cade's helmet, causing his head to ring even more as he slips and falls again, smacking his head on the floor.

Ge’tal takes a few more shots at the IG droid, making it drop its weapon, before running out of ammo herself.

Maya struggled with the woman as she lunged for her gun, taken aback by the 'prisoners' sudden freedom. Clearly they should've checked better for any hidden weapons. As the gun came out of her holster, Maya grabbed the guards arm and spun with her, holding her arm in the arm and pushing her backwards against the security desk as she tried to wrest the gun out of the guards grip. Brought face to face with the woman as they struggled, Maya gritted her teeth and snarled, staring daggers as she used her other hand to keep the guard from sliding away.

There was no telling how the others were doing with Gorka, so she was on her own for the moment. Thinking quickly, she hoped the woman hadn't thought too far ahead and she could spook her enough to get an advantage, growling a threat. Maya may not be the most intimidating, but the squad of Mandalorians that had broken in earlier would be. "Think. . . Once Gorka's dead. . They'll come for you next." Maya pushed up against the woman, getting inches from her face, considering headbutting the guard. "DROP IT."

She grits her teeth, a chill going up her spine. She fights with more desperation, trying to end this quickly. Maysh'la maintains an iron grip on the pistol and her wrist, and she is unable to gain any advantage as they struggle. The few others with a decent view of the fight watch quietly, their silence indicating a lack of confidence in the woman fighting the Mandalorians'... tech support?

Maya moved the hand holding the guard place up, grabbing her wrist with both hands and trying to push on a pressure point enough to make her drop the gun. Maya pushed harder, but to no avail. "DROP IT!"

Maya glances behind herself, seeing the small pile of blaster pistols under the other desk, where they'd been left after being confiscated from the prisoners currently detained in the refreshers. Taking advantage of her distraction, the woman elbows Maysh'la in the gut, twisting her arm until she lets go. Having gained separation, Maysh'la's assailant stumbles several steps back before turning and shooting Maysh'la, the bolt burning through her heavy clothing and leaving a painful burn on her side.

Gritting her teeth and pushing through the pain, Maya surrenders the blaster as a lost cause and heads for the other ones on the ground, scooping one up and spinning on the guard, firing at her and striking the woman in the shoulder.

She swears, firing her weapon almost immediately after Maya's shot strikes home. The hit threw off her aim, and her shot hits the wall right next to Maya's head as she turns and runs back through the other room, clutching her injured shoulder with her other hand.

Maya took another shot at the guard as she fled, hitting her in the back before she made it out the door. Not willing to simply let her go, especially with Maya's blaster in hand, Maya pursued her out of the door, stopping to aim. She considered simply killing the guard, but considering that the guard was the only one that seemed fully willing to fight back, it might be worthwhile to keep her alive.

Taking the shot, Maya hit her in the back of the leg and hamstrung her, sending the guard tumbling to the floor. Switching the blaster to stun, she walked over to the guard, wincing a bit from the wound she'd taken. Levering the blaster down at the guard, she glared at her. "You should've dropped it." Maya put a few of the stun rounds into the guard before retrieving her blaster and heading cautiously back to the guard room.

The others still tied up in the refreshers avoid making eye contact with Maysh'la, making sure to keep their legs out of her way, none of them wanting to agitate her any more. As she sits back at the desk, she can see that the goons she'd sealed in their room were now standing around, looking at the door unsurely, the firing having stopped. Not knowing which side won, and not wanting to risk the ire of whichever side that was, they seem to have decided that the safest option is to stay behind the jammed door until someone came to un-jam them.

Falmok watched in horror as Darien collapsed to the floor... No...No, No not again... Vod! He cried, his voice strained with raw emotion turned into a fierce roar as he brought his carbine back to the IG unit, firing until his power pack drained. The IG collapsed to the ground, riddled with blaster burns. The way it fell limp mirrored Darien which snapped Falmok out of his rage, he spun and ran to his brother and dropped the carbine as he knelt beside him and pulled out his medical kit...

Enough! Gorka bellows, the threatening tone that he clearly intended is lessened as he erupts in a wet cough, his eyes aren't as focused and he appears a bit unbalanced. He closes his eyes for a moment, he realizes these troublesome Mandalorians may actually earn their reputation... The tang of blood in his mouth and the ozzing fluid from his wounds are clearly not good.. He opens his eyes and focuses on the two Mandalorians trapped with him. The male is slowing picking himself off the floor, his armor covered in Gorka's blood.. he begins tapping that infuriating sabe against his thigh plate... the female.... the female is staring at him.. absolutely still.. staring at Gorka in a way that the Hutt has seen in combat animals in an arena looking at an enemy that clearly doesn't know it's already dead.. Not today you treacherous scum. Gorka activates a remote and lists his damaged body to the emergency exit. Gorka gasps in pain as he enters the hallway to the next door, feaverusly pressing the activation button on his remote..Open, **** you.. he glances behind himself, the Mandalorians are in the hall with him now, slowly stepping closer, like rabid nexu..

Gorka reaches the door and pounds on it. Why won't it open?!

Inside their helmets, sealed from the outside world, Cade and Kara hear the almost panicked voice of Falmok as he works on, what sounds like, a seriously wounded Darien trapped on the other side of the bast shield. The two Mandalorians stop at the end of the hall as Gorka pounds on the locked door, tiring himself with the effort. He let's out a wet sigh and turns to them, Cade and Kara prime their rockets.

Surly we can make a de-- Gorka begins, his eyes widen as the Mandos hunch their shoulders and lean forward, the two rockets launch with a wa-woomph, and scream towards the Hutt, the smoke trails filling the hallway with acrid smoke. Gorka has enough time to think of a curse, but not enough time to speak it as one rocket bores into the gaping wound and the other into the Hutt's mouth. The ensuing explosions vaporize most of his head and upper torso, covering the walls in shrapnel and gore, blowing the door partway off it's housing. The two Mandalorians turn from the horrific scene and make their way to Gorka's dais to see about the controls to the blast door.

When Cade and Kara reached the dais' control panel, Kara begins to disable the shorted out shield generator and raised the blast door. As the door started to move she looked through some security feeds linked to the panel, most of the feeds seemed nondescript, nothing that looked like an escape ship or treasure room. Kara was visibly disappointed, what kind of Hutt didn't have elaborate escape ships or a treasury? She noticed a button that didn't seem to be part of the security measures and hesitatingly pressed it. A small compartment opened in the armrest to reveal a Hutt sized blaster. She glanced at the Pyke pistol on Cade's belt, shrugged, and took Gorka's blaster and tucked in her belt.

Cade was on the comm with Maysh'la, May'ika, the deed is done. What's your status? He and Kara trotted over to Falmok and Darien as soon as there was enough of a gap in the blast door height.

Falmok looked up as they approached, Kara knelt down next to him and looked over Darien and Cade stayed standing, slowly turning around looking out for threats.

Kara saw a good number of used stimpacks next to Darien, he was bandaged up and moving. Dar, can you hear me ner vod? she gently tapped his helmet with a fingertip. Are you ok to move? Cad'ika, you'll need to help Vhal get him out of here... Ge'tal, job's done, if you aren't injured, we'll need you for escort duty...

In response, Darien tries to sit up, but hisses sharply through his teeth and settles back down. "H-head... sw-swimming... Leg, leg hurts." Between the drugs from the stims and the other painkillers running through his system, he's finding it very hard to focus or talk, the faceplates -- or nose, in Vhal's case -- of his vode blurring in front of his eyes. As he tries to shift around, he realizes he won't be able to put any weight on his right leg. As long as it isn't jarred, it feels okay, but any sudden movement hurts like haran. Suddenly, he feels extremely nauseous and reaches up with his right arm frantically, trying to get his helmet off before he vomits. Fortunately, Falmok realizes what he is try to do and helps him slip it off, as which point he rolls onto his side and vomits on the floor. Rolling onto his side hurts, and he moves back as quickly as he can manage. After a moment, his head and speech clear enough that he is able to respond, "Ni nukemir. Can't put any weight on my leg. I can move, I'll just need some help. Tion'gar kyr'amur Gorka?"

In the security room, Maya notes a disturbance on the gaming floor. She had heard something that sounded like thunder while chasing the woman, but it is clear outside. Given the situation unfolding upstairs, she can guess at what that might be. Several people are looking around unsurely, and there are a couple staff members trying to calm everybody's nerves and clearly doing a mediocre job at best. After a minute or two, She receives confirmation from Cade that Gorka is dead, probably a smear on the wall given the "thunder."

Cade looked down and chuckled, Colored the walls, ner vod... bits of Gorka everywhere, ori'gehaat'ik.

Kara squeezed Dariens shoulder, Don't worry, we took a holo recording.. You can watch it later.

He nods, coughing lightly as he chuckles, "Maybe after my stomach settles. Let's go before this gets complicated."

“Right behind you,” Ge’tal responds, coming up behind them. “Blaster’s out of juice, but I still got these,” holding up her fists and blade.