Roka strode up to the door, pulling his repair kit off of his belt and removing the face of the locking mechanism that would lead them onto the dead ship. He knelt beside the exposed panel, wishing he had a dedicated slicing kit as he listened to the doctor describe the layout of the ship from memory. He began to use his repair tools to interface with the vulnerable locking mechanism, given a few moments he could get the door open. Not as quickly or cleanly as a slicing kit, but it would get the job done. [color=92278f]"Hopefully we won't have to choose."[/color] He replied to Marr, focusing on the task at hand. [color=92278f]"But if worst comes to worst, I say we take the more expensive stuff. Between all our contacts, we should be able to find someone to fence it pretty simply, even if it's more, what'd you say? 'Esoteric'? I think we can handle it."[/color]

The tinny voice of the stowaway on the comm gave Roka pause, putting one of the repair terminals between his teeth to grab his link. [color=92278f]"Great work kid, that's the kind of info we need."[/color] He said, his voice somewhat muffled by the tool in his mouth. [color=92278f]"I want you to stay down there and keep an eye on that pod, okay? If they take off, blast them to pieces; we don't need runners complicating things."[/color] He said, hoping the boy would follow orders. If killing could be avoided, Roka would have preferred that option. However, there would be no getting around it soon enough, he felt.

Roka paused in his work as his antennae pricked upwards, someone was approaching the door... Panic, insecurity, but also a kind of determination... A feeling of grim. [color=92278f]"We have a welcoming commitee."[/color] He said to the doctor. [color=92278f]"I think it's two. Strong feelings coming from one, but something a lot more subdued too... I'd guess one of the scientists and a trooper. I get a bad feeling coming from them. I'm going to pop the doors in a second here, we both hide behind the wall for cover. See what they do. If they surrender, great. If not, I'm shooting back."[/color] Roka waited for a moment for his companion to get into place, then pressed a final button on the panel, the door sliding open with a hiss.

The Balosar threw himself behind cover as a burst of blaster fire rained from the open doorway. He was nearly singed by the shots from the trooper, but the other one seemed to just be firing blind. Roka waited a few seconds for the initial burst to fade slightly before getting to his feet and running across the door's opening towards the opposite wall. As he ran he drew his twin blasters and fired off a half a dozen shots, hoping to get at least one of their foes.