Getting the Green Cube Thing.
"I’m not going to ask you again," The captain of a standard level trade spaceship asked her newly found stowaway in the colder dank cell on the bottom of her vessel, "Who sent you?!"
The sweat drenched, slightly-stocky man in captivity looks back up at her blue, tall, scaly figure, “And I’m not going to tell you again, it’s confidential informati-AAAHHHHH-GOD-JESUS-CHRIST-WOMAN-THAT-BURNS!” his sarcastic retort interrupted by another hot coil being pressed against his leg firmly, “HAVEN’T YOU EVER HEARD OF HOSPITALITY?!” He screams, pulling at his steel restraints and enthusiastically jumping in the metal chair he’s confined to before the rod is pulled away.
"Listen here you sarcastic little rat," a slight rattle in her voice as the sharp protrusions around her mouth form an almost threatening pose, "I’m going to make this easy for you. Either tell me who you are, who sent you, or why you’re here, or I’ll keep giving you this wonderful form of hospitality."
"Okay okay okay okay wait, two of those questions i can answer." He said teeth grit, catching his breath, his leg still throbbing and boiling in pain. "My name is Scott Wilcott, and well, we’re here on business from Earth."
She went to ask a different question, but stopped. Turning her head slightly she instead asked, “What do you mean by w-” suddenly the lights flickered and a distant alarm sounded which jerked her attention upward before immediately darting her gaze back to her prisoner. “Who else is on my ship?!” She yelled, preparing another coil.
"HEY HEY HEY! NO NEED TO JUMP BACK TO THE BURNING!" He shouts again, his legs beginning to shift. As she starts to ease it back toward him a tiny orb rolls out from a vent in the ceiling stopping close to the now silent captain who halts in place. She looks up, then back at her captive who’s cheeks are now swollen with air. Her eyes widen and before she can make a command to her troops outside the door, a small explosion blows a tiny hole in the floor wherein the air begins to be sucked out into the open space beneath their feet. The captain is then swept off her legs and pulled toward the hole on her stomach. While this is happening, a tiny laser shoots from the same vent and cuts through Scott’s restraints, he slowly stands and slides an epoxy toward the hole sealing it quickly before the captain is sucked out into the airless void. While she’s down, unconscious, and out of breath, Scott regains balance and walks toward her slowly, slightly limping, "It’s nothing personal Vendroxi, purely business." He reaches into a satchel that is on her back, pulls out a small green cube and his blaster which he kept at the ready.
The cell door opens and the two guards outside storm in before being promptly shot by Scott. The vent then opens and another man of slightly slimmer but taller and brawnier stature slides out. “You couldn’t set off the remote bomb I placed on their communications router BEFORE I had the third coil placed on my leg, Isaac?” Scott shouted at his compadre.
"You always told me ever since we were younger that you wanted to be Han Solo, figured i’d let you live that life for a while." He says with a smirk on his face while handing Scott a small tube of gel which he opens and begins rapidly rubbing on his burn marks around his leg which causes a huge sigh of relief to erupt from his mouth while the wounds cool and heal.
"Han was never burned near his crotch!"
"Well I doubt we’ll be crossing paths with any Mandalorians equipped with a carbonite cell at the ready for you anytime soon. So this is probably the next best thing. Plus this is payback for the time you left me stranded at that strip mall with your cousin."
"This is hardly fair payback! You didn’t have burning rods near your dangle, and you also met Vicki there who you dated for a few months!" Scott continued yelling, gesturing throughout.
"Oh yeah!" Isaac laughed softly, "Whatever happened to her?"
"Look, can we talk about this over post-mission tacos?" Scott’s tone changing, "These guys won’t be out for long, and once the crew realizes their communications are down, which I’m sure they already have. They’ll be coming down here looking for their captain who I’m sure they won’t like to find also unconscious in a room with two strange men they know nothing about."
"Wait, these guys aren’t dead?"
Scott shook his head, “Nope, I wanted the extra cash Jenzo said he’d pay us if there were no casualties.”
"Gotta love merc-in’ with the Jew! So what’s the plan?" Issac joyfully said pulling out his blaster, setting it to stun.
"We’re still docked in their hangar right?" Scott asked, to which Isaac nodded in response, "Good, then we’ll sneak past the crew, stunning whichever ones come our way. Once we reach the ship, I’ll have Roscoe hack into their mainframe, turn on their oxygen fields, and open their bay doors so that we can sneak out hopefully relatively undetected." Isaac nodded again in acceptance of the plan and the two set off toward their ship.
They then slink out of the cell and sidle along the walls, cautiously looking around the corners. As they climb the stairs and head toward the hangar, they keep to the shadows when a large group of crew members head down the stairs running toward the cell they were in before shouting up and running back to alert their shipmates. “Well I think we MIGHT have screwed up the relatively undetected part.” Isaac whispered, holding his blaster close and keeping a few stun grenades at the ready. While continuing their silent creep throughout the halls, having used a few shots and grenades along the way, they were finally near the door close to their ship. There was a large crowd looking into the bay talking among themselves about the duo’s ship, which has been spotted. “Now I DEFINITELY know we’ve been detected.” Isaac said a bit louder, throwing a larger ball toward the group that once activated engulfed them in a cloud of gas that caused them to drop like flies. “I swear,” Isaac continued, “if you hadn’t taken apart all of the crap in your room as a kid I don’t think we’d be nearly as successful at what we do.”
"You’re welcome." Scott said as he darted into the now vacant spacious shipping hangar turning on a wrist communicator, "Roscoe, warm up the engines and start hacking into the ship’s mainframe. We need to be out of here 15 minutes ago and I need these bay doors open with the oxygen field on."
"Can do sir" the robotic voice responded before the roar of their engines started to fill the room. The loading platform of theirs lowered and the two board their ship, as Isaac dropped a few mines behind him. While the engines continue warming up and the two hop into the cockpit, Roscoe speaks up again, "I’m into the mainframe, and I’ve turned on the field. The bay doors are opening."
While the platform to their ship is up, the hangar begins to fill with more crew members and the revived Vendroxi who, full of vexation screams over her loudspeaker, “Scott! Get off of your ship now, and give me back my restoration cube or I will completely tear your ship apart scaffold by scaffold until i get it myself!”
"Roscoe! 86 the door! Isaac! Please do your turret thing, but remember! Keep em living!"
"Can’t make any promises, but I’ll see what i can do!" As Isaac vaults out of his chair and heads toward his turret, an idea sprung to him. "HEY ROS! Turn the thrusters higher, Scotty, grab the wheel and gun it!"
They begin to do this and as they squeeze out of the door Isaac shoots a single EMP into the ship. While before it goes off, Vendroxi gets the exo-doors to her hangar shut before it detonates causing the ship to power down. Scott and Isaac’s small ship shoots off into the vacancy of the stars, just barely missing the field of their bomb. A tiny uproar comes from inside as they slow down to a cruising speed and scream with joy. “HOLY SHIT ISAAC I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT WORKED! YOU’RE A DAMN GENIUS!”
"Oh stahhhp, you’re too kind. You’re the one who came up with the hacky mcbobs, and the whole open the oxygen field."
After they continue boosting each others somewhat rocky but firm egos, and head back to Jenzo’s, Isaac asks again, “So no seriously, whatever happened to Vicki?”