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With every single blast door on the ship overridden and shut, the droids throughout the ship would be having a very difficult time getting through several doors to get anywhere. Tacts had decided against ejecting the droids out into space, to avoid arousing suspicion from the rest of the fleet for the time being. He and Tiger had quickly convinced Bite to ask his former squad for a bit of help. The call they initiated was only audio.
“It’s been a while, Bite.”
“Sarge.” Bite said flatly.
“Good to finally hear from ya!” A different voice came through.
“Did you break any teeth on a droid?” Came a venomous drawl. Bite nearly disconnected the call.
The call took a while, with Bite explaining that Tiger and company needed a bit of help with a super tactical droid.
“Well, that should be easy enough.” One of the voices from the call said.
Over a long session of back and forth with the guidance of the most technical person from Bite’s former squad, Mute, Tacts, and Bite all together had managed to rewire the tactical droid’s programming. Tiger squad got the tactical droid up and running in the nick of time when the other ships in the fleet were getting a bit too worried about the radio silence, evident through sending various transmissions to the ship.
“There were technical difficulties with the communications system. But we have resolved it.” The droid reassured the rest of the fleet, putting an end to the incoming calls from the war vessels all around.
“Order the droids to let us wander freely through the ship.” Tacts ordered the tactical droid. The droid obediently sent out the order.
“How do we get out of here?” Bite asked.
“Escape pods.” Tacts and Tiger answered simultaneously.
Tiger then contacted the republic forces. “This is Tiger squad. We’ve successfully taken over a separatist star frigate. Our escape pod will be floating around these coordinates.” Tiger sent the coordinates along with the transmission.
The blast doors were opened up again, and the team roamed freely, to most of the droid’s confusion. Tacts was pretty sure the tactical droid could probably figure out a workaround if it was reported.
Mute pushed Bite out of his personal space while Bite was helping him take a seat, the help was unnecessary. Tiger plopped himself down in a seat and Tacts punched the escape pod release. A hiss came from the sealing mechanisms of the pod before it lurched away from the ship with speed.
Tiger groaned as he laid down.
“You okay?” Tacts asked.
Tiger nodded. “Yeah, not a scratch.” He reassured. “Just need the rest. Don’t wake me from my beauty sleep until we’re docked.”
Tacts looked out the viewing port, hearing the sound of the separatist vessels jump, leaving the pod floating alone in the void. And shortly after, a republic venator appeared.