Vincoria nods, and settles into a loose mediation pose. The holobug jumps from Soph's fingers, and hovers steadily in the air.

Soph brings up the camera feed on the datapad, and nods to Vincoria. 

Time to go looking for vents. 

The lives in the bunker are sustained somehow. Catch a breath, trace it backwards towards its source... 

Here's a couple vents. Too small for people, but no problem for a tiny spy cam.

Time to test just how paranoid her opposition is. One more mote of dust. 

Not paranoid enough that this provokes any discernible response.

Well then. Let's get a vantage point, shall we?

The layout of the bunker is nothing extraordinary. Barracks, kitchen, washrooms, control room.

Soph passes the viewscreen to the pilot. 

"Please point out the equipment that you need preserved. Err on the side of caution."

"Ah, everything along the wall on that side."

Soph rubs her chin, and studies the tactical situation. How many occupants, and where?

Five at various stations in the control room. Five in the barracks sleeping. Two in the kitchen, three playing some sort of hologame in what looks to be a rec room.

And the outer door enters where?

A T-intersection, one branch leading to kitchen and rec room and bunkroom, the other to the control room.

Soph looks at Occlus. 

"My instinct is to minimize visible external damage if at all possible: normally, I would wait for someone to operate the outer door, and either take that opportunity or catch their passcode. We're under time pressure here, however. What's your opinion on forcing entry through the blast door?"

"Easily doable. If your master and I utilize her technique to target the locking mechanisms, damage will be minimal."

"The issue there is noise. We don't want to give them time to get off a signal, but we need to preserve the equipment." 

Soph frowns, and looks back at the datapad. What other long-range communication equipment is in evidence?

It's just what the pilot pointed out.

There's a blister on the roof of the bunker that probably houses the antenna.

"Hm. Clear the control room from range, then sabotage the door and hold the T-junction?" 

Occlus nods.

"And of course someone should neutralize the patrol, such that they don't arrive at an inconvenient time and squawk... I'm suspicious of that T-junction though, it seems like poor defensive design. One moment." 

Soph examines the relevant section of corridor with the holobug, doing a cursory check for any sign of automated defenses. Turrets embedded in walls would not be unexpected in this sort of installation.

No sign of wall turrets, but those grooves in the floor look suspicious.

Let's have a closer inspection of them, then.

It looks like the panels are designed to slide backwards into the wall, revealing something underneath the floor.

Turret? Partition? Wardroid? Rancor pit? Let's see if the bug can get in through the grooves to have a better look.