She sees that the Interdictor is captained by a woman by the name of Ovesha. The other ships, the two Victory I class Star Destroyers, are captained by Zeerik Daala and Valeria Kine. The Interdictor, the Purge, moves forwards.
"Yes, Commodore." She goes to a console. "Captain Ovesha signals that she can cover the area." The Netuno moves into the nebula, the bridge being bathed in the pink glow.
Loreley was equal parts relieved and disappointed that it wasn't her uncle commanding the Purge. She kept up her escort of the Netuno.
"Urgh". The Twi'lek doesn't seem to recognise her presence. The other says "There was an explosion. It knocked most of us off our feet, but he hit the cave wall pretty hard from the shockwave."
He enters the communications room to see Zenobia grappling with the Duros. She's effectively managing to stab him with her knife, but he's using his larger size to force her down, hands around her throat, choking her.
“The good news is that it’s a concussion. Loss of function is typically temporary unless he has a history of this happening. Now the tricky part...preventing tissue from swelling inside the brain and checking for a skull fracture.” She grabbed one of the more complicated devices she had left in the med bat when she first arrived and placed it gently against his skull as it flashed like a probe.
DT-L30 reacts immediately as he saw the scene, using his mechanical limbs' strength he pulls the Duros away from the admiral. Breaking a few bones if necessary but keeping the hostage alive, and preventing him from taking his life if he tries.
There's a crunch as he's pulled away. DT feels bones snap under his mechanical fingers. Zenobia falls to the ground, coughing violently. She gets back to her feet, and launches a massive kick directly into the alien's groin. He goes limp with pain. If DT wasn't holding him up, the Duros would collapse. The blonde fixes her hair. "Thank you, DT-L30. Put some cuffs on him." She hands him a pair.
The Netuno moves into the open, and the two Star Destroyers take position in the nebula. Soon, a convoy of Nebulon B frigates jumps into the region.
DT-L30 takes the cuffs, binding the Duro's hands behind his back. "So, what do you think he knows?" He asked, while placing the unconscious alien on the ground. DT-L30 also begins to give the Duros a pat down, in case he was hiding something.
“It’s trivial. No internal hemmoraging or bleeding. Linear fractal damage, but that will heal on it’s own. It can take months, but the pain should fade away in about a week. He’ll need to be monitored closely, so I’ll have him stay put in the med bay overnight, but he’ll be fine once the disorientation fades. It looks more serious than it is.” Finishing her findings at the most obviously in danger patient, she finally got to the other one who hasn’t been treated. “I’m going to need you to strip.” Normally, she wouldn’t ask it in front of other patients, but she couldn’t afford to leave the Twi’leks too far from her sight currently, and they were glorified gangsters anyway. He could suck it up.
"All Netuno wings, provide cover to our ship. Tell the taskforce, to wait with attack until they engage us - put Netuno between rebels and the facility. Make it look like we are using them as hostages. Call the fleet that arrived, and demand they identified themselves." Gailte gave one order after the other.
He doesn't find anything. Zenobia says "Supposedly he has info on the Mon Cala expedition. Mon Mothma's location, specifically."
Fendrat nod to him and let soldier move forward. He wasn't such hero, to going first and he have job to do. "Hey Cara, how are you holding up?" He asked as they walked inside.
"All clear." DT-L30 said as he finished search the Duros, "Oh? And what exactly do we expect to find there?" He asked, turning around to face the admiral.
The ships respond to the hail. "This is the consular transport fleet. Get out of the way, immediately. You're impeding diplomatic buisiness."
