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Sabine exits the elevator and starts looking for Jay’s work area and the drones. Of course, finding anything in the garage can be a challenge and so she calls out a few times before hitting on an inspiration. Pulling up the comm on her gauntlet, she sends out a binary ping which results in a hum of inquiry and incoming drones.

“Hey guys,” she says in greeting. “I’m sorry I’m not familiar enough with you but I’m looking for Lock, Shock, and Barrel?”

The three drones bob in air with a manner that seems to be affirmative, so Sabine grins. “I was hoping you guys could help me again. I don’t have any new tech with me, but I could bring some later. What I need is another scan, like you guys did of that old data pad before? This time though, I need the collar I am wearing. Could you do that?”

In answer, the three separate and surround Sabine, soft hums and quick flashes of light all the response she gets. She’s pretty sure they add up to agreement, which is confirmed when a scan hits the collar.

Unfortunately, Sabine's nerves ignite into pain as the collar reacts defensively to the scans, shocking her.

She falls to her knees and the drones stop immediately; worried boops and blips of lights as they zoom in close to her.

“Karabast, that was unpleasant. I need the scan though, so go ahead.”

The drones back off.

“I can take it. Please.”

The drones stop but make no move to return to scanning, though they do seem to be talking amongst themselves.

“Okay, I get you don’t want to hurt me, but I need to know how this is put together so I can work out ways to break it. I’ve gotten myself caught by slavers and it’s not just me that needs to break free. There are fifteen other people, some of them families. I’m their best chance at freedom but I need to know how to break these collars and I can’t do that without knowing how they’re put together. So please?”

Hesitantly, the drones move forward again.

“Thanks, but try and be quick,” Sabine says before she can’t think of anything else but the pain.

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14/1/17 03:34 (UTC)
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Stock sends a message to the others, who fetch Jay. He comes at a run, trying to make sense of what's going on. "Guys, back up."

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14/1/17 07:38 (UTC)
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Jay touches her carefully with the back of his hand, checking the shock has passed. "Situation report?" He asks the drones, getting a series of beeps and whistles.

"Okay, let wait till she comes to. Can you display me what you've got so far?"

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18/1/17 08:57 (UTC)
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"Sabine. Take it slow." Jay says in a carefully authoritative tone.

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20/1/17 00:33 (UTC)
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"Good plan." Now she's conscious, he puts a steaming hand on her shoulder and helps her into a sitting position, sensing one of the drones off for water.

"Wanna talk me through what you've got going on here?"

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20/1/17 09:22 (UTC)
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Stock chatters urgently at Jay who nods as Barrel comes back with a bottle of water for Sabine. "Yeah, I know. It's not your fault." He placates gently, reaching out to stroke the drone. "You did the right thing."

Jay nods to Sabine. "They got a pretty clean scan. How about we find somewhere more comfortable to sit down and review the specs while you recover. Then we can talk about tooling you up for taking down these bastards." Jay doesn't deal well with slavers either.

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21/1/17 08:16 (UTC)
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"The workshop is fine. You're not far off." He holds out an arm of her to lean on. "We can analyse the specs there."

He helps her over to his workshop, offering her a seat.

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24/1/17 03:46 (UTC)
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Jay tosses her a bag of cookies and sends one of the drones off to grab them some proper food.

"Alright." He leans on a bench, eyeing the blueprint. "Let's break this down."

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