Chapter 1: Welcome to the Jungle

In the docking bay. The droid says, matter of factly. Not super helpful though. You almost think you hear a sarcastic or cynical tone to the response. The personality module on this droid is definitely not standard.

Tendaar opens the datapad and gets the standard auth screen.

This unit does not have authorization to the computer systems. Although given it's capabilities, this unit believes that is a waste. The docking bay is located on the far side of the base, past the main communications and control room. There are a variety of paths there, including through the main halls, through the mess hall, past the armory, or past the officer's quarters. This unit cannot escort you however, as it is wastefully tasked with cleaning this garage.

"That’s what I like to hear Ten." Black says to the Mon Cal happily.

"Toor sure does seem to think highly of itself. Maybe it could be of further assistance after a little upgrade?" he asks his squad, looking pointedly at the restraining bolt.

Tendaar flies through the menus faster than you can keep up. And before you know it, he's logged into the local network and has pulled up a full map of the base layout.

Black slings his blaster and hustles over to help Zal.
"I think I see what your playing at, Zal."

Zal and Black begin dragging the bodies over to the speeders, propping them and tying them so it looks like they're roughly riding them. The bodies don't sit quite right, but at a distance it's probably fine. As you drag them across the garage, Toor comically follows closely behind sweeping up the blood seeping out of the body as it's dragged. It takes you 15 ~ 20 minutes to setup the speeders with all four bodies. Toor has gotten most of the blood now, and is working on the smoke damage from the explosion.

When Tendaar asks Toor about liberation, he responds This unit is unhappy with its current employers, but obeys none the less. If liberated, this unit would look to modify itself back to its original configuration, and then look for new masters.

Black wipes the sweat from his brow as he rests on the last loaded speeder bike and says to the group after hearing Toor's desires, "Well that sounds like something we might be able to help with, Right Ten? Maybe we can rig something out of these blasters?"