Open Space and Hyperspace

Ty took note of how many people were in the room, "Eight suits." He said to himself as Fel finished going around giving his orders. He wasn't sure if Damron would need one or not but better safe than sorry. He wasn't used to taking orders anymore, the last person who gave him any order was the Mysterious Man and even then he was given the latitude to run things how he saw fit, before that, he couldn't even remember, maybe Trask when the Aces were getting a start. It was certainly easier to take orders than give them, less stressful, do your job and you're golden. He had missed it in some ways.

Once Fel was done and people had filed out without answering Fel's question Ty stepped forward again. "Unfortunately my expertise doesn't include fleet tactics," he said with a smile, "you need some input on ground, I'm your guy, but ships are another animal entirely. I'm even a piss poor pilot. And truth be told I've been drinking for a few days." He crossed his arms, "So with that being said take this with a grain of salt, there's a lot of chance at play here, which is fine, I like a good fight, but." He pauses, "And, maybe I'm misunderstanding the plan here, but, seems to me like we can get our own boarding party on their command ship and take it from within. Why fire on them from a ship that's out of fuel? Why draw them here at all if that's all we were going to do?" Maybe it was his level of intoxication, maybe there were some details left out, but Ty was following the plan until he wasn't and while some would disagree, Ty always believed that the best run ops began with everyone on the same page, "I mean we're taking their ship correct? That was the plan right? That's what you meant by switcheroo?"

When Amy arrived, she found Fel and Ty Loms ahead of her, and her eyes widened slightly when the captain asked them who she thought was coming after him. She wasn't used to commanders and leaders asking her for her thoughts or opinions; certainly not from any Alliance leaders; especially concerning matters outside her "field of expertise". If she was willing to offer an expression past surprise, it would have been a little delight. She sort of liked being asked for her thoughts, for a change, and it made her feel a little more useful besides being the team's medic or just another fighter on the battlefield.

The golden-haired woman shrugged slightly and said, “My best guess, from th' look at where ya deposited us,” she walked over to the sensor station and issued a few simple commands into the computer, “more likely one'a th' latter two,” she said without looking up, “with an impatient disposition if we're unlucky. I can set th' ship's scanners t' ping a passive short distance reading of our surroundings with th' false distress call, so that it'll look like a background radiowave, but once there's other ships in th' same sector with us, we'd at least have an idea of what we might be dealin' with. I estimate at least a light cruiser with a complement of shuttles and fighter escorts. Though it does depend on how badly the First Order wants ya.” The Corellian eyed Fel pointedly.

She held up a Datapad and showed it to Fel, “I've keyed in th' ships scanners t' feed into all our devices, so we'd have th' info with us wherever we are. I'm gonna falsify th' ship's readings with whatever Erik's doin' in the engine room.”

She felt a slight sense of unease in her gut, but she ignored it as she moved about, working on the computers to give out the desired readings that would mask the ship as a vessel in distress, short of a internal visual inspection. “Got a funny feelin' we won't need ta wait too long for company. We'd best get ready for our final positions 'fore the FO comes a-knockin'.”

*Ellie entered the bridge several minutes after Ami. She was adjusting the final piece of her new lightsaber hilt. The hilt was as long as her forearm, but was still wrapped in worn black leather with red fabric woven through it.* "Well, whoever they are, I'll be ready." *She attached the blade to her belt, next to her helmet. Her clothes and armor looked a little less disheveled and more properly adjusted. A red sash was wrapped around her waist and hung almost to her right knee. She was looking more like a Jedi now then a drunk mercenary.* "How's everyone else doing? Are they ready to go?"

*Erik said his goodbyes to the Doctor as she made her way out of the engine room, returning his full attention back to his work. After another 10 minutes he had his reactor "Failure" ready to go. Pulling himself out of the open panels he makes his way over to his helmet and plops it back over his head, making sure to carefully seal it to the rest of his kit. Using the wall comm he makes contact with the bridge.* The reactor is ready when you are Captain. The engine room will be full of real radiation real fast so once it's up anyone not wearing a radiation resistant suit should stay the hell away.

Walk and talk wasn't his typical way of communicating, at least when he was leading the conversation, Ty felt that it gave the impression that he didn't have time to talk to his men. Of course they were pressed for time here so he understood the need to keep moving. But as Fel further detailed the plan Ty became more concerned with its success, though it wasn't apparent in his expression, he had been on his fair share of suicide missions that he came out of more or less unscathed, but he didn't take into account that they could take the boarding craft because there is no way of being certain that it's capable of hyperspace travel. Which Fel brought up shortly after Ty thought it.

This whole operation requires a multilayered plan, contingency after contingency. But even the best plans have reasonable room for error, you can't anticipate every move that will ever be made in these things and Fel seemed to know what he was doing, Ty wouldn't press the issue any further, "I'll follow your lead."

Dropping out of hyperspace meant they really needed to get moving if this had a chance to work. Ty looked out at the asteroid field and nodded. Would this be his last stand? An asteroid field in the middle of nowhere? He doubted it, as much as people had been trying to kill him he still wasn't dead. He could only hope that whoever the First Order sent for Fel didn't recognize him or their trouble would almost certainly be doubled. The chances were slim that they had an intelligence officer on board, but it still caused Ty pause. Should he come clean?

Ty stepped to the side, allowing Ami-Lee room to see out the view port. He glanced at her When Fel asked his question and she began to answer, she was proactive, she had initiative, and apparently brave falling in with this lot. He might just end up admiring her if they all live through this. Once she was done he answered Fel in turn, "We're probably going to be dealing with a by the book officer looking to make a career. I'd guess that this person has impressed someone enough to be tasked with capturing a known fugitive, even if it may be a wild goose chase. Which means that they are probably competent, and we can kiss the hope of inexperience goodbye. It's also my experience that real war mongers tend to be higher ranks, but we might get one in the making. Which again in my experience make that person the most dangerous kind."

He turned and headed toward the ladder, pausing as he started down, looking at Fel, he wanted to say something but instead stated the obvious, "We should probably get suited up." He continued down the ladder and headed off to prep the vacsuits. His trek through the ship was easier than before, he at least knew which ways not to go this time. He checked over all the suits quickly but efficiently then toted them all to the nose airlock as instructed and activated the comms. "The suits are ready and in the nose." He turned off the comms and put his suit on then waited for everyone else to arrive.

*Ellie left the bridge and headed down with the others. She scanned the life support suit over before turning her gaze to what Erik was doing. He seemed to have found a way to modify his beskar to work outside the ship just life the support suit would. Ellie turned her gaze back to the suit and stared at it. She liked Erik's idea since it would.make her more mobile, but she had no idea how to do it.* "So, Erik right? You wouldn't happen to be able to rig another one of those for my armor, would you?"

Amy made a quick detour to retrieve her most essential belongings, all stuffed neatly into a fairly flat container pack with a sling and clips - versatile and with options - which attached to her back once she was suited up. She had also retrieved several stim packs which she handed out to everyone, explaining, “The suit's insulation won't be enough, as the captain says, so keep this on the feed chamber of your suits. When the cold sets into the first hour, use that. It's like anti-freeze and a fever rolled into one but without th' crippling headaches or weakening. Only one hour after, not sooner. Functionality's pretty darn short.”

Similar to Fel, Amy had strapped on her weapons over the suit, and she hooked BB-Drunk to her backpack, the droid's grappling hooks would come in handy for sure. The droid was warbling and spouting details pertaining to the ship that he had downloaded earlier, and Amy smiled, gently chiding him to try internalizing instead of telling everyone about it. Once she was done, with her medikits attached to her belt, ziplined pockets and arm hooks, she looked around and announced, “Helmets on, normalize air pressure in yer suits, flushin' atmo in ten...”

She counted down, making sure her helmet's seal was secure, lifted up a remote with her thumb hovering on the trigger, and at one, she pressed the trigger. “So long, atmosphere.”

She triggered her boot's mag locks.