@Force Smuggler, @Nyota's Heart, @jcgoble3, @earlybird-obi-wan, @Thuro Chapter 12 Piggy rushed the stormtroopers and ran into them, his huge body smashing the front ranks. Three stormtroopers went flying, knocking down several others. In the midst of the troopers, Piggy whipped out his blaster and started firing, point-blank range. Jag and Tuman leapt in, pistols flashing. The stormtroopers dropped. Belatedly, Piggy wondered if he'd set his weapon to stun or not. He checked and blew out a sigh of relief when he saw that he had. He grabbed one stormtrooper by the throat and hurled him into a wall, and then punched another in the face. His meaty fist actually cracked one of the lenses. The trooper dropped. Then he glanced around. The squad was all disposed of. Piggy frowned. "There will be more," he said. "Soon." Jag nodded. "Right. Let's–" A stun bolt exploded on the wall above their heads. Piggy ducked and whirled, opening fire. He caught the nearest guard in the chest. The troopers that came around the hall were not stormtroopers, but black-uniformed navy troopers. Station security, most likely. Piggy snapped off another shot, knocking the next trooper from his feet. Jag and Turman ducked around the corner and opened fire. The security troopers fired. Piggy pulled back and the bolt hit the wall next to him. "Too many," he said. "We need to fall back." "No," Jag replied. "Comm Boy hasn't had enough time. Muscle Boy, Tree Girl, you're on." Trey and Huhunna charged around the corner and attacked the troopers. Huhunna began hurling them around with her Wookiee strength, and Trey efficiently knocked them out with hand-to-hand combat techniques. He wasn't as good at martial arts techniques as Wran, but he took them out quickly, nonetheless. Soon, they all lay on the ground in crumpled heaps. "Great work," Jag said. "Let's stay here and make sure no one can report the false alarm. Comm Boy shouldn't need too much longer...I hope." * * * Thaymes typed quickly, and the transfer began. Nervously, he began bouncing his left leg as the data flowed from the main computer to his portable model. He wondered how long it would be before the technicians realized that no one else was evacuating and returned with armed guards in tow. Probably not long. He loosened the strap on his holster, ready for action. He was far from the best shot among the Wraiths. If any guards came in here, he was likely dead. "How long, Comm Boy?" Sharr asked over the comlink. "Not much longer," Thaymes replied. "Two minutes, maybe." He heard someone try to access the door. He quickly hit a command that would randomize the entry code. It would only delay them for about thirty seconds until they realized they could enter a new code, but it would have to be enough. He pulled his blaster out and ducked behind his chair, gripping the weapon with both hands. Thaymes glanced at his computer. It was at seventy percent. "Hurry," he growled. The door slid open. A technician walked in, followed by two stormtroopers. Thaymes snapped off a stun shot. His hands were shaking so hard that the bolt hit the wall beside the stormtrooper. The trooper raised his rifle. Thaymes guessed that it probably wasn't set on stun. And the trooper wouldn't miss. But suddenly, there was the whine of a stun shot and the trooper dropped. Tahiri leapt into the room and fired another shot, catching the technician in the chest. She rolled across the floor and kicked, her bare feet catching the stormtrooper in the throat as he staggered back. "Uh, thanks," Thaymes stammered. "No problem," Tahiri replied tersely. "Hurry up; there'll be more coming soon." Thaymes checked the computer. It was done. He sighed with relief and pulled the cord connecting the two computers. Folding his, he shoved it in his pack and ran out the door, Tahiri right behind him. "This is Comm Boy," he said, "we're done here. Everyone break!"