The Incomprable Mr. Gen

Once again the panel produces a quick, bright flash. "Invalid Id" the voice repeats. "The door is now secured."
You can hear a loud clank from within the wall.

"Locked tight now" Kyle says with a heavy sigh.

Meanwhile you see Jem draw a large combat knife, which he flips in his palm to reverse the grip. He tips his head to one side, towards the large window of Grewhit's office. "Window?"

Jem flashes a large ear to ear grin. "Stand back" he chuckles, and with just a little more enthusiasm than the situation calls for, repeatedly smashes the hilt of his blade into the window, shattering it into thousands of small, sharp shards. In a single motion he flips the blade in his hand and shoves it back into its sheath.

"Have that door open in a second" he smiles, and carefully pushes the blinds to side, climbing into the room. You can hear his footsteps crunching over broken glass before the unmistakable sound of a laser blast erupts from inside of the room. The Duros screams out in pain and you can hear his body hit the floor.

"Halt, Intruder!" the mechanized voice of a droid calls out.

With just a glance through the now broken window and shifted blinds, Ishala is quickly able to analyze the situation. Jem's less than subtle entrance has activated an armed security droid within Gen's office, which is now standing above the fallen Duros.

"Identify yourself, Intruder!" the droid commands.

"Vader" Jem's strained voice replies. "Darth Vader!"

The droid, whose attention is solely directed toward the wounded Jem, is put down before it can even react. Dead on its mechanical feet, it slowly starts to fall forward. "Shhhiiiiiittttt" yells Jem, as he rolls quickly to his right, just avoiding being smashed by the metallic hulk of the droid.

Now on his side, he lets out a long, loud groan. "Trying to finish me off?" he asks, looking up at Bast while flashing a bloodied smile.

"You'll live… probably" Kyle interjects as he hops through the busted window. "You've taken more damage playing with those kids of yours" he adds, before starting to work on opening the door from inside the office.

From Kyle's tone, you can tell that he is indeed worried about his friend, but trying to downplay his injuries. When the door opens, he whispers to Ishala. "Looks pretty bad, Doc. Can you have a quick look at him?"

Gen's office, while decently furnished, isn't overly lavish. There's a large wooden desk on the far side of the office, which the nameplate confirms belongs to Gen. A holo-terminal, a few comm devices, and a datapad are all neatly arranged on its surface.

Hung on the wall opposite the window, are twenty or so photos of Gen with various business and political leaders from Falu, and a few more with what appear to be Imperial Officers. One of the larger photos has been knocked askew by Ishala's wayward blaster shot, revealing a hidden safe.

While Ishala's treatment does seem to ease Jem, she can tell the wounds are going to need more treatment than she can provide in the field. The bloodied Duros looks up at the doctor with a strained grin, and tries to speak, but is unable. He takes a deep breath and his expression goes blank.

It takes quite a bit of exertion, but C6 is able to get the wall safe open. Inside he finds a data-chip, an Imperial credit stick, and a dagger unlike anything he's seen before.

Ishala gives Jem a reassuring smile and softly says, "Hang in there. We'll be as quick as we can."

She moves to the holo-terminal and tries to activate it.