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Silently following Sluc, here exploration HUD was still active. So as she was lead through the Mika, a new map was being made and the blips for details were going up like crazy. All said UNKNOWN DATA, and it was making her slightly agitated, enough to make her turn off that feature. Upon being offered a cookie, she couldn't help but facepalm slightly.
"Yes, sure. I'll gladly take a cookie I can't taste nor eat without it making crumbs I would have to clean out of every part in my body."
The sarcasm was hard to pick up, since her feminine voice didn't hold a lot of emotion. She tried to connect to any possible wireless connections on this ship, but none were available due to the ship being offline.
"If there is anything I want, it is data on just what in the sweet name of android hell is going on in this crazy place?!"
Her voice increased in volume slightly to simulate anger. But she wasn't mad at them, just upset at how these turn of events were going for her thus far.

MEaSU was silent as Sluc explained everything to her. She was recording everything said as an audio file to save and back-up. As everything was explained, some of her strategy software was booting up.
Formulating possible strategies....
"Oh, that's right. By Imperial protocol, I was suppose to give my name and rank upon first meeting you. Of course, they are just words in a book..."
She replied upon being asked her name. Although protocol, she never followed them through and through. As much as they wanted to, the Empire's scientists just didn't want to risk losing more computers just to rewrite her entire personality.
"But I shall answer out of courtesy. I am the Imperial Military's Military Exploration and Saboteur Unit. However, just say MEaSU. It'll make those silly lungs less tired."
She smirked slightly, since the thoughts of lungs betraying humans was a common sight for her.
"And yes, that explanation was more than helpful. Thank you [insert name here]."
She said this with a smile, though her voice changed to a sort of 'default female' voice at the point of not knowing her name.
"Sorry, I must have been so busy with protocols and trying to find a wireless network, I forgot to ask your names as well."
She could pick up other networks, but these were faint in connection and not useful to her. If she had a connection, she could interface with the station's mainframe and she'd be set. She could get all the data she needed about the station, and possibly think of something to help the fighters outside. After all, they were after the rogue commander; and in a sense, she was as well. Not for payment, but because this person is a threat to the Imperial Army, and thus, a threat to her.

They had moved up faster than Brugunn was expecting. Good, that would mean the back lines wouldn’t have had as much time to prepare. And, Vox would be a lot more panicked. Brugunn walked his way forth, out in the open, hand guns outstretched as they blazed into the targets that were much easier to see out in the open. Around him, shell exploded and flew over his head as Miele and Gar-ne aimed and fired according to his instructions. As the group pushed forward towards the heavy troops, Brugunn ducked behind cover again and motioned for the others to move up. So now they had weeded through the weak and had come up against the much tougher troops. Brugunn began going through some options in his head. Straight explosives probably wouldn’t help. It would create a lot of knockback, but none of them were fast enough to break through with that strategy. Brugunn considered doing the ceiling drop trick Miele employed earlier. They certainly had enough explosives, but this also ran the risk of blocking off the passage entirely. Then the only operatives on the hauler would be Sluc and Amari. Not that they couldn’t handle themselves, but that lowered chances of success.

Then someone else spoke up. It was kind of soft, but the gunfire had ceased for the moment while the hired troops were getting into position. Brugunn turned to the woman who had joined them earlier and had fought with them up until now. “What is it?” He asked urgently. If she had a plan, it would be best to implement it as soon as possible. Gar-ne and Miele continued firing their weapons, pinning the enemy troops down with mortars and explosive shells until they had a plan.

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“A military exploration and saboteur unit..” Sluc murmured, quite interested as she looked MEaSU up and down. “…kinda weird you would be stuck around this station then.” Sluc blinked as MEaSU regarded her as ‘[insert name here].’ She smiled a bit. “I’m Sluc, and as she already said, the motherly woman eating a cookie is Amari.” She then thought about what MEaSU said. “So you can connect to wireless networks? Does that include the surveillance systems of the space station? What do you need to connect? Is being in the Mika interfering or anything?”

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Fate could see the form of Jahn Voss, marshaling his remaining troops. He turned to Grace, who was planning something stupid.

"Don't even think about it. We need everyone here to fight. We can't afford to-"

He stopped speaking suddenly, as he saw Voss heft a grenade launcher and fire. His helmet tracking systems caught the grenade, bringing up the specs on it. Impossible...

He turned to the others waving his hands.

"Get down, vortex grenade!"

Highly experimental, and hard for even him to get ahold of, Vortex grenades made a small black hole that lasted for only moments, but was devastating among clustered infantry. He knew he had one shot to stop it, and grabbed a dropped pistol from one of the thugs, locked on, and fired.

The solid slug round hit the grenade, bouncing it back to the enemy lines. General confusion and panic took over when it went off, sucking every last one of Voss's troops into it, aside from him and his personal group of eight men, who retreated back into the ore hauler, upon seeing this reversal of fortune.

"Now is our chance, lets get over there and bring him out.", said Fate. He pulled up the station's systems, noting that Brugunn's ship was still a few minutes from being loaded into the hauler, and with Voss and his men inside, the security systems would undoubtedly be activated.
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...is the end of your life.

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Fate continued with his covert transmission to Grace.

"He is a disgraced commander. Him and his crew all have ties to the Imperial Military, but its very shady, like they all were disgraced or quit some time ago. Its hard to tell if the truly serve the Empire still or not, but I wouldn't doubt it."

Fate silently thanked his computer's advanced algorithm cracking software that had hacked into the station's computers and found the information on Brugunn. He didn't hate the man, having spent time with the Empire himself, he just didn't trust him, or his crew.

He turned to the others, reloading and readying his weapons.

"Lets advance. The bulk of his troops are gone, it will be simple to take him."

Fate,Grace, and the others advanced, until they were about seventy five yards from the still-open hatch in the massive ore hauler. Fate froze when he heard the speakers come to life, holding up a hand for his companions to stop moving. The voice of Jahn Voss came through clearly.

"You all have been so troublesome...I think you can all just die now."

A massive explosion lifted all of them off their feet, throwing them back several feet. The blast ripped into the walls of the station, as well as the fuel lines for the ship, sending rippling explosions throughout both. The part of the station they were on tore free of the rest of the station, leaving the crippled ore hauler the only way to survive as the air was sucked out from decompression. The emergency blast doors on the now free-floating section were still powered, but as the last lines tore free of the station, they would lose power and stop, leaving them all frozen and lifeless.

Fate yelled in the thinning air., motioning to the still open hatch in the ore hauler.

"We have to get inside the hauler! We'll all die out here if we don't get inside and get to our ships!"

Indeed, for his ship had contacted him when the blasts occurred, after it mapped the damage extent and the trajectory, showing they had less then one hour before both the massive chunk of the station and the hauler crashed into a planet covered in highly explosive crystals.
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...is the end of your life.

Grace took off towards the hauler with the others, making her way towards the open hatch. Although there was still enough air for them to survive in for the time being, she could feel it thinning a little at a time-- it became harder to catch her breath as she ran, and by the time she stumbled inside, she was winded, although the short run there normally would have barely affected her.

"This really isn't how I planned on spending my day," she muttered, and straightened herself up.

"Everyone made it here alive, at least... That's good, I suppose..." She staggered suddenly as the falling hauler lurched. "s**t... We're gonna have to hurry."

"So, where are these anti-gravity generators," Grace asked. "If they're scattered around, it would probably be easier for us to split up to try to find them, wouldn't it?"

She wouldn't say it out loud, but she wanted to be certain her ship was alright... She had built most of the Endeavour herself, taking a few parts from junked ships and assembling what she couldn't find from pieces and scraps she bought or stole from other smugglers. The system was complex, since it was customized, but she knew that because it was designed to be manned by a single person, it would be a target for anyone in a near-death situation like this... And that was exactly what this was, so her ship was exactly what Voss needed.

The problem was, she reminded herself, this hauler was huge, and she had no idea how to navigate it-- this was the first time she had ever been inside one (she didn't make a habit of going on crowded ships-- it wasn't good for business if everyone and their brother knew when there were illegal sales going down).