He picks up his helmet, which had been sitting on the floor on his other side, and puts it on, before flying the ship down towards the settlement, and setting it down a short distance away.

Jamis checks she has her blaster secured to her belt, and her slicer's kit in her bag, zips up her jacket, and nods up at him to show she's ready, nerves singing lightly in her mind.

"Um... how would you do this, usually?" 

"I'd approach the base carefully on-foot, until I'm within visual range.  I'd scan for life-forms and electrical activity with my HUD, and then I'd figure out the best tactical approach from there, knowing that we're going with a stealth strategy, so we want to draw as little attention as possible.  We will almost inevitably trip an alarm at some point, with a job like this- we're trying to get as far in as possible before that happens.  Ideally, we get all the way to your brother without tripping any alarms so we're not trying to get in through an enemy on alert.  I'm gonna show you some basic hand signals before we head out, so I can instruct you on the field without making any noise."

He shows her hand signals for stop, go, turn left, turn right, stay here, and go ahead of me.

She memorizes them quickly, and figures out how to make them herself only slightly less quickly.

"Okay... I'll follow you? And... keep an eye out for anything you miss? And point which way we have to go once we get inside. I don't have a map but I know the one route there and the one route back." So two routes, total, though she thinks security on one is heavier than the other? It's kind of hard to be sure in the dreams, the person she follows around doesn't have any trouble with it. 

He nods approvingly when she gets all the hand signs right.

"That sounds good.  Lets get moving."

He picks up one of his rifles, and leads her out of the ship and through the forest.  After about a 20 minute walk, they're within eyesight of the base- he holds up his hand to signal stop, and begins scanning the base for lifesigns and droids.

It looks more like a small, rough outpost than anything, really, what few buildings there are above ground worn down and tired with age, use, and less than stellar maintenance. There's a landing pad playing home to a single ship, with space for a couple more, not far from the largest of the buildings, and a comms tower tucked in at the edge of it. They can see a pair of what passes for guards to this group standing out of the wind near the door to the main building with the naked eye, and his HUD reveals the presence of a couple more inside, and a droid guarding a second entrance off on the far side of the building. 

Jamis stops at the hand signal, peering around and primed to react to any signs from her intuition or a signal from him, and then looks up to him when she doesn't spot anything more than the guards at the front, or sense anything more than the vague unease she's been sensing since they arrived and the muddied sense of someone familiar nearby, diffuse and faint though it is. That must be Alek, she knows. 

He gives her the "go right" hand signal, and moves with her around to the far side of the building, to get eyes on the droid and the door it guards, and check that no-one else is around to watch the door.

"You think you can get us there if we go through this door?" He asks his young guide.

It's a small side door, recessed into the wall with a little snow and foliage covering it to make it look like it and the droid guarding it aren't there. There's no one else around to watch, or even at this side of the building at all, and if there's any other surveillance it isn't obvious.

Nodnodnod, "The door'll be all locked up, but this route has less security besides that, I think," she tells him quietly. "That kinda droid's not very smart, either, I don't think?" 

Canin holds up his hand in the "wait here" signal, and moves forward towards the droid.  Once he's within close range, he pulls out a small blaster pistol and shoots the droid, which doesn't show any signs of damage but emits a sharp crackle of electricity and falls over.  He gestures for her to move forward.

She holds very still and silent while he deals with the droid, and then ghosts over to him as quietly as she can once he's done. She reaches into her bag and pulls out her tools, then, motioning at the door and tilting her head. She's been practicing just for this, she thinks she can get it open if he doesn't have the tools for it?

He gives her a nod, stepping back from the door.  He has the tools, but this is her mission.

She moves in close and gets to work then. The slice goes through mostly smoothly, only a little trouble spot that she catches and deals with in time. The door slides open for them with a quiet clacking noise, from the disuse. Jamis puts her things away again quickly and waits for him to go first. 

He takes the lead again, walking slowly enough and keeping an eye on his surroundings, and stops when he first sees either options for which way to go, or a guard, whether droid or living.

He encounters a crossroads before anything else. Jamis steps up to his side and signs left at him, peering cautiously down the right hallway as she does. Then there's a right turn, and then some stairs, narrow and a little creaky while they go down them. 

The first subterranean level is a little less quiet than the upper one had been, featuring the sound of some machinery in the rooms they pass, and there's signs of more use here in the form of recent footprints in the dust and grime on the floor. It must not see much use, still, however, as they don't encounter any guards or even unsuspecting maintenance workers until they get farther in, after a turn out of the narrow hallway and into a clearly more-used part of the base, going by the cleanliness of the floor. 

There, they can see a pair of guards bent over a console facing away from them in a room at the end of the hall, watching something on a monitor. Jamis signs go towards them, tilting her head in question, her other hand going to her blaster. The door they need isn't visible from this hall, but it's in that room. 

He holds up his hand to wait, and then points at Jamis, and then the left guard.  He draws a different blaster pistol, holding it in one hand exactly how he told her not to, quickly does a 1-2-3 gesture with his free hand and then holds up 3 fingers and waits for her to draw her blaster.

Do as he says not as he does, she guesses? He probably has the strength to handle it one-handed. Either way, she pulls her own blaster out and (flicks off the safety and) aims at the left guard, waiting for his signal. 

He counts down on his fingers, more slowly this time, and exactly as he lowers his last finger, shoots at the right guard. 

Her shot follows a bare moment after him, taking the left guard in the back of the neck and dropping them just as their companion falls across the monitoring station. 

Jamis (safeties and then) lowers her weapon, staring at the two bodies with an odd look on her face before she reholsters and looks up at him for any further directions. 

He glances at her briefly before gesturing her forward, stopping at the station to check what's on the monitor.

The monitor shows the landing pad, where a second ship is just completing its landing, steam wafting away from it as it settles into place on the ground. It looks to be a small, one or two person vessel of unfamiliar design, hyperspace capable but likely not meant for very long trips, and is not marked with any insignia.

Jamis peers at it from his side, "Do you think that's the buyer?" She shifts on her feet, glancing at the door that leads to the cells, impatience hitting even harder now and mixing with worry, "We should hurry." 

He nods, and begins walking again, continuing to take the lead while waiting on her for directions as they move deeper into the base.

Deeper in and deeper down they go, into more populated parts of the base, from the sounds of it. There's no one in the first hall but they can hear people in the rooms down some halls branching off of it, including the sounds of a kitchen in use and what is probably a small group playing a rowdy game of Sabacc down one. No resistance, though - perhaps most of the guards are up closer to the surface, now, greeting whoever came off that ship. 

The cells they want - not the only cells, as there are several blocks of them in this compound, she knows, some holding working slaves, some holding freshly caught beings for processing, some holding people bound for market - are down another flight of stairs, through a door which leads to a medical room of some kind, from what they can see through the door.

Jamis holds up the sign for stop at this point. They can clearly hear people bustling around inside, including someone giving instructions to an assistant, directing them to bring them various tools and dosages of drugs, and ordering another person to set 'the girl' on the table. She can tell - and his HUD informs him - that there are five people inside. One is standing next to the door just inside, on guard. Three are adult humanoid-sized beings, the assistants and the possible medic. And one of the assistants is carrying a form small enough to be a young human child, under ten.

Jamis' eyes are glued on this last form through the wall, following as they are ferried and dropped off on what must be the table mentioned.

"Trust me," he says, very quietly.

He gestures for her to stand just outside the door, to the side it opens away from, 2 steps back.  He walks up to the door, brings his rifle up, and shoots the lock, blasting the door open.

"Put the kid down and step away from the table, hands in the air."

(She follows his instructions, unholstering (and unsafetying) her own blaster, anticipation and worry leaving her practically vibrating.)

When he bursts in, the guard next to the door shouts and turns on a dime, fumbling for their own weapon in its holster and bringing it up towards him. 

The assistant holding the child is in the middle of dropping them off on the table, and his words startle them into dropping the child a little more quickly than they already would, and then scrambling back from the area the rifle is pointing. The assistant not holding the child is holding a bottle of something and an injector, both of which they keep hold of, freezing in place and staring with wide eyes. 

The medic seems to be made of sterner stuff than either, her free hand (the other one holding another injector) moving to hold her own holstered blaster as she drops to the ground.