Neil made his way to a corridor on the left, both hands around the hilt of his revolver as he checked whether or not the coast was clear. Pressing the touch button, steel doors slid open to reveal an empty hallway. A medical-bay was to the left, a glass wall showing a muscled man on a cot fast asleep. Other than him, a medic stood within, back turned to Neil and writing on a holopad. On the right, three doors were closed. Neil took the second down, finding a small storage facility. The room was utilitarian and small, with various medical supplies and janitorial items stacked upon shelves. 

He decided to take this opportunity to strip out of his space suit for the moment. Better to be incognito than have some modest protection, at least at the moment. Folding his suit up, he stuffed it inside of his pack, causing it to bulge uncomfortably at his side. Slipping out of the door, he was unwrapping one of the nutri-bars he had stolen from the closet. He was surprised some backwater station had chocolate chip. He thought they were only made in Kerillian system. Not about to complain about bad luck, he had taken about a dozen and shoved them into his back pocket before sneaking under the medical-bay's glass window and heading into the next corridor. 

The door slipped open to reveal an outfitted, off duty mercenary with a sandwich stuffed halfway down his throat. It took them both a moment to react. luckily for Neil, he looked almost close to a nondescript engineer with his casual clothing coupled with the goggles and utility belt at his side, which gave him the first move. The merc only saw Neil's gun as the hilt was already crashing down upon the crown of his head. The merc toppled heavily onto the ground, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Neil leaped back, and he found himself with a limp merc and a guilty situation he needed out of. Thankfully, he was used to winging it with excuses, and the medic in the last hall suddenly found a young engineer dragging a body into his small facility. "Yo," Neil said. "Bit of piping hit him in the head. He's been out cold for a few minutes." The medic placed his holopad down and gave a start. "Who are you?" he asked, blue eyes squinting. "One of the engineers from the east wing. Look, can you look after this guy?" 

It took the medic a few moments of consideration, before he helped Neil place the Merc's body on a cot. Neil gave a small salute and left before there could be any more questioning, and luckily this time the next hall was empty. He made it down three more, almost whistling nonchalantly to avoid suspicion by the last hall he found a small console room near the end of it. It was locked, a small numbpad next to the blast doors looked like it was connected to its function. Neil bent backwards to crack his back, before intertwining his fingers and bending them, and then he cracked his neck a few times, before he began to randomly press buttons. Beeps filled the air and he merely hummed as he smacked and smacked, until the doors opened. Not by his button pressing, but by a confused administrator who wondered who the hell was smacking the code console. He found himself staring down a gun barrel, and Neil pushed the surprised man back inside, going from pissed to pissing his pants. Neil had to step over the puddle, and once the blast doors closed behind him, he smacked this one in the head as well. 

The room was in the shape of an octagon, small and filled with monitors and console controls. The Pilot pulled up a chair and began the short process it took to find out what coding the facility was using. RBS++ was fairly advanced for a backwater merc compound. In fact most of the items and rooms looked pretty well paid for now that he thought about it. Fortunately, Neil had coded in this language befor- 

Gunshots echoed faintly in the distance, and Neil turned his head, blinking. "I think I know who is responsible for that," he deadpanned, and pulled up a floor plan of the station. Finding where his location was, it took him only a short scan to find where the gunshots probably originated, and what room he might be able to use to buy Junebug some time. He set a threat level beta in the mess hall, four corridors away from where he guessed Sayeeda was to have most of the armed mercs go there to find their sudden bullet problem. After that, he set off, making his way out of the control room and passed a patrol of armed mercs heading for the mess hall. It took about three galactic minutes for Neil to make it into what looked like the Captain's room, and he stepped inside with a swagger. 

"Guess who the black hole dragged in" he was going to say, before his eyes squinted and his jaw slacked. The woman he recognized as Nia lay sprawled on the ground, for some reason decked out in expensive combat gear. Junebug sweating and breathing heavily atop her. "Something tells me I missed something sexy," he said, a bit too turned on to relish in his plot twisting 'I survived' entrance. 
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Lars felt the bullet wound in his abdomen clearly, having taken refuge behind some the supply stacks along with the rest of his group. Plasma-gun in hand, he used his bionic eye to see any tactical advantage in the surrounding hanger, though on his third scan he conceded the fact that the only good position they had was where they were, because it gave them good cover to escape into the Common's once more. 

[i]Damn[/i] that girl. He had underestimated her, thinking her easily scared and susceptible to coercion. He supposed the other two mercenary crew members wouldn't have a no-good bumbling girl in such a crew, something he should have foreseen. The AI seemed to be somewhat advanced as well. Too advanced to be legal in this day and age. 

Small arms fire and laser bolts rang out across the small no-man's land expanse between the steel supply crates, Lars managing to gun down one last advancing attacker before he had to admit it was time to go. "We leave," he said calmly, the men behind him ornery but seeing the logic in the move, providing some cover fire as they began to make a tactical retreat. 

"Lonney, you can let me out now. I think Neil wouldn't mind me thanking some rescuers, right?"