Coorta shoots into the lift again! His shot misses once more, but it's closer this time, hitting the ground near enough to her hand to burn a little. 

Renil grabs hold of her before anyone else can do anything stupid, gripping her wrists together in one large hand while his other arm goes around her waist to hold her still. 

She's still.

"-right," Coorta lowers his mining laser with a burst of breath, gesturing to Renil, "Come on, we're meeting on the ship." 

Renil half-carries her out of the lift. The other two follow, keeping their weapons trained on her. 

Her arm hangs limp. She looks at it, numb and ears ringing and dizzy —

she's standing on the bridge, saber clipped to her belt, sirens loud, eyes reflecting the planet below, death

She's not bleeding, at least. Probably she will lose the arm.

The station walls pass her by as they make their way to the Hawk. One man stays behind to unlock the hangar bay doors, to allow them to leave once the ship is running. The others carry and surround her up the ramp and inside the freighter. 

There's a small medbay a short ways inside. Her most immediate captor drops her on the bed and makes to start strapping her in. The others have a brief, muffled conversation, before one makes for the engine room, and the other moves towards the cockpit. 

"Nar Shaddaa?" It's the obvious destination.

"Quiet," says Renil.

And then he jerks suddenly upright, a strangled noise escaping his mouth, and falls to the ground.

A soft whistle comes from just below the surface of the examination table she lies on, and then T3 lifts his dome up just far enough that she can see him.

"Thank you, T3. Please cut the ties, my left arm is injured."

Concerned beep! He does as asked, his little soldering attachment serving to slice through the straps. His lens flutters side to side as he takes in her injured shoulder. 

The mining laser instantly cauterized the wound, but the arm itself is barely hanging on.

"We'll use the straps," she says, still numb. "Help me get it around my chest."

<Understood,> he beeps, and helps her do that, little manipulator arms helping her hold her arm to her chest and tuck and tie the straps in place.

Success. Her arm will no longer fall off, for now. If she gets to some kolto in a timely manner, probably she will be fine and regain use of it.

"You fixed the hyperdrive?"

<Yes!> He beeps a happy affirmative, <Ready to go. Rude man offline in engine room,> he adds, <Eject before leaving?>

"Yes. We'll drop him in the hanger before we take off." She bends and picks up the man's fallen laser. "Do that and I'll take care of the one in the cockpit. On your way, if you're connected to the stations security, put the station on alert and send the mechanic Uthuar a summary of what just happened."

There's a shout from the cockpit! And then a crash.

<Isk in communication,> T3 beeps, <Isk very skilled at offlining rude men!>

Nothing has changed then.

"Get them both off the ship then, man the turret and shoot anyone that tries to get onboard. I'm going to get my partner."

<Repair kit!> T3 rolls around the unconscious Rude Man and pokes open a drawer, revealing some - somewhat old, so less effective, but likely still usable - kolto patches. 

<T3 will take rude man to ramp,> he says then, trusting her to look after herself. He grabs hold of Runil and starts dragging him out of the medbay. 

Sharra grabs the patches and gets moving. She can't exactly put them on herself with one hand, which is why she has an Atton.

She makes her way out of the medbay, right behind T3, and is off the ship and heading back to the lift in the next minute.

She encounters no one on her way up the ramp to or on her way through the control room!

Lucky her. Maybe she won't have to kill anyone today.

The door to the storage room is ajar, but then she'd left it that way when she left to find Atton the first time. 

She had not, however, left Atton himself there. A bit of an inconsistency, as he steps out from behind some crates inside when she passes.

"Sharra!"