Emergency Room Hangar Bay/Casualty Reception Area

"I was too late in my awakening to warn the Jedi of Yavin." Gunter commented as they arrived at Zion's vessel. It was obvious now that while Gunter had been immersed in his meditations he had lost his awareness at time to a degree. Reflecting on this knowledge, Gunter identified what he still needed to improve upon. The progress he had made in his personal training was immense, that he could not contend with, though his shortcomings were now clear to him. He would have to spend time refining this Force power, grow more accustomed to its implications.
"I still have much to reflect on," he told Zion somberly. Looking up at the man, Gunter added, "As you are the Master of the Jedi here, I will to impart this knowledge upon you, so that it is not lost." Gunter smiled gently, his thick lips partly and showing his sharp, yellowed teeth. He lightly brushed his clawed hands through his matted braids. "And perform a good deal of personal hygiene, I must."

There was a whole lot of cheering... The crew on the Endorian Endo was laughing their pants off while... eating sandwitches...

-Hot Mama-
"Holly Endo Cap, we just manadged to piss off the locals again!"

-Don-
"Awright! Locals 3, Endo-26... we are still in the lead Boss! Give me five bro!"

As the twin falanassi give-me-five-ed they looked like the exact mirror imidges of eachother, with tatoos and everything.

-Kirkwood-
"Seriously! LOOK AT HER FACE!!!! WHAHAHAHAHAH"

-Spa'ak-
"Did she put it in the trashcan or the incine... oooooh! Incinerator! We really did a number on her!"

-Kirkwood-
"Dont you worry your panties NavOff, Scott did a good number on our little eyes and ears... we are just loosing the cammo..."

The captain was right, as the incinerator melted most things that you usually throw into a trashcan in a consumer society, the more effective parts of the little robot were covered in alloys that withstood incineration. Plastic and paint were gone as the little robot inside showed up, looking like a spider of sorts.

-Kirkwood-
"Ohkey, now me has to get me bearings 'n' see what controlls the... oh, Hey scott, wanna git a crack at da spidey?"

Scott just returned, he wasnt very happy, but being the brain of this bunch was hard work, and he was the only one whom could controll the little spy spider... so he took a seat and started at it. Finding the exit to the incinerator, it dropped out of the trashcan and ran alongside the wall on swift legs finding an airduct. Climbing through the thin space between the metal plates the airduct was covered in, they started to look around for the emergency room and where the Target little girl was placed. Since Scott T was in the compound before, he had a good idea for where they could have taken the girl, all it took was a couple of minutes of search while playing hide and seek and listening to his crewmates.

-Kirkwood-
"WHOAH! Go there scott! Lookit! Lookit! Them Honoghorian girlies ware skirts to work! Take a good shot... thats it, save it in my personal library... dattaboy!"

And such profonities... when they finally found the room through the airducts, the little robot extended a microphone and a camera through the airducts barring plates and they had a eyes and ears on the target...

Erly had heard of their arrival and nodded at Leon before walking around to the Outlander, gently tapping him on the arm. He had said or done very little visibly since the last time he said the most that she'd heard out of him thus far. The tension was roiling off his body like an ocean, and it felt overwhelming even to her, and she was just a normal person. "Sir? You can uhm...relax a little now. We're at the Medical Center."

The bed, fortunately, was one of those emergency hoverbeds. Allowing for ease of transportation on and off a ship. Gently activating the hover capabilities, she began guiding it out of the Medical Room of the vessel, not checking whether the others were following, but instead focussing on maintaining Adrien's vitals. She wasn't the best doctor, but she sure was at least able to make sure he didn't flatline on her. The two nuna followed her, hooting occasionaly to make sure she knew they were there. She froze when she stood in front of the sealed boarding ramp, she'd heard a woman shouting a shortened form of Adrien's name, and glanced back in alarm, "Uh, did the captain have friends, enemies or that sort of thing on Honoghr?"