The LockBox

[almighty_smiley]

"Who they wouldn't hire without telling him exactly what he was working on so that he wouldn't blow them all into space."

With no effort at all, Crow heaved the still-unknown being off his feet, allowing him to flail wildly as the droid pulled at the pipe in his other hand. A high-pitched hiss permeated the air around them as highly pressurized reactor coolant shot into the air, forming an almost solid beam of pearl-colored fluid that reached all the way to the opposite wall, slowing freezing the thick durasteel solid.

"Who are these people? What are in these crates? What is the purpose behind the uniforms? Who leads them? You have forty seconds to respond."

Perhaps the gangly being didn't understand him; he was still waving his four arms like a madman, squawking loudly. Freeing the hand holding the pipe, Crow gripped the top right hand of the mechanic, outstretching it so that it was within mere millimeters of the alabaster liquid. Even without touching it, the tip of the mechanic's fingers began to freeze and crystallize.

"You have thirty-five seconds to respond."

[HeartBreaker Series8]

::GAAAH! NooO! D-don't!:: came the reply as Crow's swiftly brutal questioning technique dawned upon the captured figure.

As it's glove began to frost over, the words simply gushed forth, ::They are the Exiles! Led by the cunning old goat, A'yeev; Patron of the outcasts. It is only he who knows what lies within these crates, I swear! On my Mother's twenty fingers!::

[almighty_smiley]

Crow held the mechanic's arm fast, not allowing him to move despite his honest answer. Well, at least it sounded honest; the droid's lie detector systems were always thrown off by a panicking subject. And the panicking, it seems, was not about to end.

"How do I get there without triggering further alarms?"

Proving to the poor mechanic that this was by far the most important answer, Crow shoved the poor man's head toward the stream of reactor coolant, his helmet's visor already beginning to frost over.

[HeartBreaker Series8]

::Ba-Gawwww!:: the Xexto's voice came out a bit garbled as the coolant spread more quickly than Crow anticipated, covering most of the front of the enviro-suit in a matter of seconds.

Through the fast hardening liquid, the mechanic's voice warbled out, distorted, ::A'yeb's zonz 'ave ownre cwodez t' bypazz 'larmz!::

Squirming for all he was worth, Boskianus fear wracked his thin body with chills, as the captured Xexto attempted to arch his body away from the dangerous coolant that would easily freeze his suit solid, making any sort of movement nigh impossible...

[HeartBreaker Series8]

Above on the Bridge, A'yeez cunning leader of the outcast Gran continued to chew his lip, ordering his crew to keep scanning the ship for any irregularities; the assassin droid was SOMEwhere after all.

Still, the mission had to continue and the old rogue split his attention between keeping the electronic search going, checking in with those members of his crew who now combed the decks, directing his pilots, and resolutely not facing the fact that his youngest son was now dead at the metal claws of some horrid robotic nightmare that was loose on his beloved ship...

It was at that moment that the Lockbox came out of hyperspeed.

ooc: jumping back to Hutt Space, see ya there!