Takeover at Whisper Base

As the troopers leave the garage and move out into the wilderness, Kael follows them -- looking like he's supporting their actions. Getting to the control panel, he pauses -- waiting for the troopers to get a ways away. Once they reach a sufficient distance, he works the controls to close the garage bay doors. They rumble quietly and are slow to close, but the troopers have disappeared around the side checking a possible path -- the very path that Kael and the others used to come in to the base. By the time they realize what is afoot, it is too late and the doors thud shut loudly. Lacking a better path forward, Kael blasts the controls to keep them out.

"I think I've taken care of the troopers for now -- but I bet there's a back door." he states over the comms.

Moro and G5 manage to find the environmental controls. There are safeguards that would prevent the CO2 scrubbers from either going offline, or redirecting their output back into the base. It appears, however, with some clever hacking it could be done. You are not certain if any efforts to "gas" the command room will work on the stormtrooper within, however.. so Brosck may yet have a chance to pummel someone... again.

Moro works feverishly at the console, his webbed fingers dancing through subroutines and dodging some of the controls and safeguards put in place by the contractors who built this base. Brosck glares somewhat furiously at his colleague, but manages to wait just long enough for Moro to cry in triumph with one last push of a button.

Immediately, the CO2 scrubbers start redirecting their output into the command center -- raising the level of CO2 to toxic levels abruptly. After what seems, to Brosck, like ever, Moro taps at the controls to return the atmosphere within to normal. Finally, the door opens wide. There are some confused droids looking around and more than a few Imperials with cake messily adorning their uniforms as they were overcome and knocked unconcious by the atmosphere within.

The final stormtrooper sits, slumped, against the inner corridor.

Kael makes his way in from the garage as Moro wanders in slowly after Brosck. The Klatooinian, for his part, has decided that as long as he's not going to have something to punch, he may as well eat some cake. He has not been discerning when it comes to sourcing cake -- and many of the staff no longer have a plate near them as he cleans them and stacks them casually, balanced on the stormtrooper's head.

Kael looks around at the... carnage of sorts and shrugs.

Moro and Brosck continue to poke around the command center. Moro finding the systems and electronics worthy of his attention -- occasionally wiping some frosting off of some display panel or shifting some unconscious Imperial out of the way. Brosck, for his part, continues to overindulge in the cake, distracted by the baked goodiness.

G5 and Kael, however, remember that there three stormtroopers outside the base likely looking for a way to get back in or.. failing that a way to contact someone outside of the base -- or off-planet -- that something is amiss.