When last we left off, there was a fight occurring on the level below. There were many combatants, there was one area where the universe was bleeding what looked like red liquid.
I could say, "The Math was not pleased."
On the mid-deck of the station, with the smoke grenade and other confusions, chaos was continuing nicely as it often does (in the presence of our team), with at least three warring factions prior to our entry.
Out of the bloody gash in space, a dark armored soldier of some kind leapt out toward Vanya. It (presumably 'he') wielded two war hammers.
I mentioned to BB-21 the truth that Danar Vorpadaran, who just now swung down out of the ceiling to join their battle, has been infected by the digital virus which turned his body (and brain) partially electromechanical. I added my opinion, that that condition makes him an excellent choice as a liaison between humans (organic creatures) and droids. Then I added the lie that he was a champion of droid-kind who could help them finally gain acceptance as equals to organic creatures. (This strategy is referred-to as Palpatine Advice and bears the Major KILLJOY seal of approval.)
Then I asked BB-21 to share that information with the droid uprising below us while he asked their intentions (whether they were uprising against all organics or just the ones that enslaved them into horribly unsafe working conditions. He, perhaps gleefully, rolled to the nearest hardwired maintenance droid communications port.
Still needing to buy some time for Almon to gain control of the fire suppression system, (through a computer system which had state of the art military security ages ago), I crafted a delay before the likely upcoming massacre. I carefully calculated the maximum number of ricochets I could produce with one shot of my wrist-mounted energy-ball slingshot. It bounced well. It bounced very well. Not all, but a majority of our opponents had to dodge.
But then, Vanya's metal-clad opponent shot a quantity which I will give the new name, "a hyperhypersufficiency", to indicate how many more than necessary, more than anyone conceivably sane could have considered to be even an overkill quantity - of tiny missiles, trailing tiny individual smoke trails, and flying through space, not at Vanya, but at my face. Yes, the missiles turned upward through the hole in the ceiling of that level to ours, where no combat of any kind was happening to draw any warrior's attention at all whatsoever.
I leapt into the arms of Almon DeJoy, with BB-21 hugging into the two of us. We may never learn who was the target of the excessive missile strike, if not each of us, because we were instantly huddled in one puppy pile.
The missiles reached a finger's width from my face when my shield-belt activated, instantly constructing a field of pure energy around the three of us. Apparently the missiles were coming in at a speed sufficient to be detected as a weapon by the bullet-stopping shield. The room turned grey with the smoke of their explosions, slamming themselves into the shield.
I looked at Almon and told him, (perhaps a bit to BB-21 too, but mostly to Almon, my former adversary, former classmate in Mentat college), "I didn't want to lose you."
He replied, "I'm thankful to have been wanted not to be lost."
When the missiles expended themselves, the shield shut down, (both to save power and to allow the shield wearer to eat and breathe fresh air), which left us gagging and coughing in the smoke until it dissipated.
Down below us, I heard that strange musical sound of windchimes in a pattern that suggested a form of language. But then I heard the distinctive sound of electricity crackling like lightning. My hunch was that it was the same direction that Danar had gone.
Almon and I gave our official signatures to BB-21, sending out a distress call for any and all droids to assist Danar VorPadaran, whom they might have heard about, who is in danger of being electrocuted by an enemy of all, with a reward of many Tapani ceredits, an oil bath, and first pick of the repair parts coming in the next shipment.
After BB-21 sent out the distress call, Almon, summoned the swarm of fire-suppressant drones which served as the base's fire fighting system. He directed them at the Ravenguard soldiers to hold off any significant attacks from them.
Thankfully, Captain Koleen called me on our secure channels, indicating that she had completed her tour with the Space Ranger down to the unmapped and barely mapped Sublevel 6, which meant that she was available to help and to rescue us as needed. I gave her a quick architectural rundown of our current situation.
Vanya talked her opponent into leaving - for now.
The next I knew, Captain Koleen and a fighting force were there with us.