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The chaos of the infirmary had gone down from critical alert to yellow alert just several minutes ago, as most the doctors sat down for a quick breather. Davro himself reclined in a chair, aching from reaching up to the tables to help out. His buisness wasn't over, though, as he typed dictated lazily to a wandering ensign as a personal courier he nabbed wandering the halls.

"Report to the captain that the majority of the crew brought in still sits at unstable status, but no longer critical. Have her draw up which stations need people the most, so i know who to put on the pumps or in the tanks. Engineering, communications, gunnery, pilots, whatever. Have her inform me what is most required. I've been in this OR all damn day, I'd like to know what we need most so that I can give it to her. It's not easy seeing what's going on when your head's in someone's abdomen."

Just his luck. Hurriedly, Xaver commed over to Pala, making sure the others couldn't hear. "We got some vessels. They have pretty much everything we need between the six of them. Five with spin-sealed, and one with un-spun. Each one has a dorsal laser. Either way, it'll be damn hard to get them to comply, unless you want to risk an engagement. Orders?"

Damn, he'd forgotten. Kriffing nebula. Growling, he affirmed to the shuttle captain, as he switched to ion cannons. "Roger that. Take out the weapons if you can, and if anyone else buts in, aim at disabling only. I'd rather not have much of a mess."

Switching back to the Imperial codes, Xaver hailed the final conveyer. "By order of the Empire, your vessel is being requisitioned. Prepare for bordering."

Not giving a chance to reply, he fired, aiming at the turrent, while Mynock 3 aimed for the hyperdrive.

"Granted. We're running out of time." Scowling, the falleen increaed the rapidity of the ion blasts, focusing them torward roughly the area where he believed the shield generator on the ship was. He'd had to study on various vessels he'd have to escort as an Imperial pilot, so if memory served, this spot would be where the generator was.

Unless it was modified, of course.

Three, meanwhile, kept up the barrage on the engines.

The relays took their time getting back to the med wing. As the doctor had expected, the captain wanted the engineering crew up first. No surprise there, as he started walking through the beds.

"Bacta pump for him," Davro muttered, bumping the priority on the Pulse sticker to a yellow one. "Start reconstructive surgery on the leg and arm. Have the droids monitor his status at all times, and get him back to post ASAP."

The Bacta tanks he was holding off on, keeping one open for reserves incase any of the unstable soldiers went critical. He might catch hell for his decision, but the less that needed cleaning, the less wasted, the better their stocks would hold out. Even in the Umbaran system, the likelihood of getting enough time to buy kolto as a cheap repalcement didn't exactly bode well for him. He continued to issue out kolto pumps and prioritize reconstructive surgery on engineering crew.

"Lump the pilots together, have a droid attendee on all of them. I want to know when they wake back up, I'll work on them as well if they feel up to the task."

" Heavy armor up front, weapons ready. " Diana ordered. The stormtroopers in the most defensive armor lined up in a wall formation at the front. Considering her own had the extra protection of an energy shield, she was close behind them, standing over a kneeling trooper at the corner of the doorway they were about to make into the ship.

" Open fire the instant we have an entrance. They're gonna be ready for us. " she said. A few seconds later, the hull was breached. A few of the troopers pushed the chunk of hull out of the way, and the instant they could see inside, a brief hail of blaster fire flew down the hall. They weren't about to let any opposition get the 1st shot.

As the stormtroopers advanced into the ship, the ones on point continued their spray of fire as they moved to anything that could serve for cover, aiming for the gunner that decided to be a hero. Several others fired without much time to aim properly, as they were too busy getting outta the way for the others to come pouring in.

Using a thermal detonator would easily clear the way, but considering the fact they wanted as much of everything in tact as they could manage, Diana decided against ordering the quickest way to end the battle, instead focusing on just keeping a decently defended advance as they attempted to take the ship.