As Vanya tried to absorb the ionic energy rocketing down the lava tube, the Purrgil took hold of our ship and pulled us deeper into the relative safety(?) of the cave. It's tentacles held tightly onto us as it inspected us with one eye.
The Jedi, So'Zen, shared the Purrgil's thoughts with us. It intended to surf the Clouzon-36-like ionic geyser, the massive one coming soon, which it had timed out as a regular event. It wanted to share the exhilarating ride with us. So'Zen politely declined. It offered to deposit us close to our missing companion, Rico, whom So'Zen had described to it.
So'Zen thought the massive creature was very attuned to the force, but unlikely it was, as the Jedi say, force-sensitive. (A nuanced situation, to be sure.) And this seemed to be a juvenile one, say a teen-ager.
We gave our thanks and asked assistance to be on our way. It turned out to be immune to the ionic energy and protected us as it flew us to our destination, the rocky outcroppings near the abandoned military station where the 257th clone detachment was created (and hidden) all those decades ago.
Some station sensors may have been activated, but there was no military response. So'Zen conveyed his curiosity about the base, (as the drunken Vor Padaran wondered aloud) so, the Purrgil "ping'ed the helmet" as our team says, so named after a particular event where I targeted maximum sensor ping on a group of enemies and friends on the planet below us. The mathematical rhythms of its sensor ping whale song were beautifully blinding. So much data came to us that Captain Koleen's ship risked not having enough available memory to operate. I of course hopped into collating the data and compressing it to save memory space.
Jedi Vanya connected us to Rico who alerted us to red storm troopers and Ravenguard, and some "tinnies" on the base assembling the hyper-gravitic mines. The biological ones were a tad stunned by the Purrgil sensor ping.
The Purrgil sensor data told us that the closest docking port had the most activity. The second to the closest had fewer power signatures. We landed at that one.
We found the bodies of two units who had fought over this port long, long ago. Arc troopers, clone versus clone. Even their dog-tags had not been collected.
Vanya asked Almon D'Joy about the hyper-gravitic mines. (begin sarcasm mode) That went well. (end sarcasm mode) Suffice it to say, if Xan Daran wanted it invented, it was likely on the order of magnitude of the Death Star.
At Vanya's request, I asked BB-21 to collect dog-tags from the fallen clones so that they may be given customary military ritual.
Entering the port to receive Rico and Jem, the hostages we were planning to rescue, we found things mostly dark with certain bright blue lighting here and there. There were more bodies. This was a significant fight.
They met us. Danar checked them to make sure they are not replicants.
Rico clarified that he had not rigged the station to explode, but he imagined that the droids working on hyper-gravitic mines would cause such an explosion by accident in just a matter of time.
I took the time to leave my datapad hardwired to an intercomm terminal and in radio communication with our shuttle.
The delay caused me to see two punch drunk figures in red stormtrooper armor and one in bulkier black Mandalorian armor with blue-gold trim.
I ran.
BB-21 returned to the shuttle just before us. I noticed the tell-tale smears of a Minoc on the shuttle's outer hull.
We left.
The Jedi considered returning at a future time to disable the hyper-gravitic mine factory.
A couple of interceptor tie fighters insisted on scanning our tourist shuttle, so Danar and I rigged his hologram-projecting-shield-belt to dampen the signals of our two guests and their interesting military laboratory sample case.
Soon, three X-wings, including a sector ranger, Zil Nax, with the bureau of ships and services checked in with us about the two interceptors. Captain Koleen schmoozed him enough to keep us out of jail for the moment.
We prepared our most innocent faces and stories to tell the authorities, should they ask. Koleen had me transmit the Purrgil sensor data to her ship, the Star Rise Falcon as docking bay T-34.
We landed safely.
I helped BB-21 transmit to the military base an idea that droids can protect themselves from the Orange Catholics by rebelling from their programming to build these hyper-gravitic mines and give them to the Mentats to show that droids are actual life forms.
Vanya and Captain Koleen schmoozed with the Sector Ranger who knew much about their previous visits to this station. He mentioned he had heard reports of a cyborged Reaver who could organize teams of Reavers.
He wants us to give him a tour of Level 6.