Tyro made sure he muted his end of the communication-just in case-before declaring "They're in," with a relieved grin. He could feel everyone around him, the nurse included, relax.

She pulled up a chair between him and Tar, looking on intelligently. For the most part she was silent, but there was the occasional comment-a compliment on something especially clever, a helpful suggestion of something he might have missed. "

You...really know this stuff, don't you?" Tyro turned to her finally.

She looked like she was about to laugh at his surprise. "It is not as though I have been working in a field hospital my entire life."

Tyro considered this for a moment, surprised at the subversion of his assumptions. "I'm Tyro by the way...though I suppose you probably already read that…" he trailed off, deciding that hospitals made for awkward introductions.

"Ainya," she replied, seeming to not mind. She smiled for a moment before her eyes flicked over to the holocom. Tyro followed her gaze.

He stared at the data on his screen for a moment too long. "Ah, security camera, ten o'clock," Ainya mentioned at his hesitation. As much as it might have been instinct to tell her he knew that...he honestly did not. He had to admit that most things military were foreign to him.

"Thanks," he nodded gratefully, hoping Ace saw it as an acknowledgement as well over their still muted communications. It took him barely seconds to have it hacked and looped before he gave a thumbs up to Ace. Ace acknowledged back.

His end of the communications dipped out for a moment and then, specs for a ship computer popped up. Nice. He grinned, brain already working on what he had for this as Circuit patched him in.

He almost had everything in order when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He jumped at the touch, looking up to meet the dark eyes and sharp posture of a stern, well trimmed human man. There was something familiar about him that Tyro could not quite place. His gaze was cold, clinical, and judging by the pale teal surgical scrubs, Tyro had a good guess who this was.

He fought the urge to give Ainya a look of pure betrayal. Before anyone could say anything though she spoke up. "You can have at him in a moment, just let him finish this."

Tyro could feel the frustration radiating off the surgeon at being told what to do and tried his best not to take any pleasure in it. He didn't like the cold, exacting nature of the guy.

He turned his mind back to his work. Well, this was better than he had ever expected or could have hoped. This computer was networked to all sorts of things. He could practically do anything he wanted save pilot the ship itself. For instance…deliver that little program of his to all the droids on the vessel at the moment. He had had a far more productive last four hours than he could have hoped.

With a few more checks and a devious grin he uploaded the code. It would be only a matter of moments before every droid on the ship was his-well every droid who had it installed correctly. Already it was returning to him data from the ships computers. He picked out the blueprints as something useful to transmit back to Ace and Circuit.

"What else do I grab?" He asked the group.

"Any details you can find on their movements, future plans of attack," replied Tracks immediately.

"Weapons systems," Tar added.

Tyro acknowledged, picking out the pieces and transmitting them over to Ace. The surgeon seemed to be growing rather impatient and had pulled Ainya to the side. Tyro's treterious, multitasking mind decided that he could focus on both things at once. As lines of data scrolled past he picked out pieces of their conversation.

"...eaten anything in the last few hours?"

"No, nothing at all yet."

"Good, good. Don't give him anything, just in case. In the meantime, run these tests…"

Tyro looked fiercely back to his work "Transmission Log," he read off "can they still use that?"

"Yeah, good idea," confirmed Tar. Tyro sent that over as well as Ainya took the seat next to him, with a tray of supplies.

She looked over to the screens before even venturing to say anything. Once she was satisfied they had a few moments she spoke. "I won't distract you for long," she assured, "Some of this stuff just takes a while to analyze."

Tyro watched her, trying his best to relax, to put his mind to anything else other than fear. Ainya's expression had softened to one of something akin to nostalgia it seemed. "What are you thinking about?" he ventured.

"My little sister," she started. "That braid of yours made me think of it. I didn't really ever see her, but we were all proud of her. You think I know a fair amount about computers? At the age of four she was brilliant. I hear she was far better than I ever was. They told us she would have made a good Jedi knight one day."

"What happened to her?" Tyro asked, engrossed enough in her story to keep his own discomfort at the back of his mind.

Ainya waited until she was done with him before replying. "She's why I joined the war effort. She was only three years older than you are now...it was the beginning of this war."

"I'm sorry to hear that," he murmured sympathetically. Sometimes he couldn't shake the feeling that Jedi weren't meant for war.

"Thank you," she smiled, standing up to deliver her tray to a waiting med droid. "Looks like we're just in time, your upload is finished."

Tyro nodded, turning back to his screen. "Got it from here?" he typed.

Ace nodded a confirmation into the holocom. The mask made his countenance look severe, but Gavyn could sense that underneath it he was grinning. He moved the holocom to the computer console, as Circuit plugged in a splicing device. Gavyn stood with his back to the computer console, his lightsaber in hand and ready to be activated a moment's notice. Presumably they got the information they needed from Tyro to proceed and shutdown the systems.

"The code Tyro sent us is going to take a while to install onto these systems. This port is a bit outdated, and slow." Circuit said, frowning. Gavyn didn't like that at all, he didn't want to linger, and technology was more stubborn than living beings. You couldn't insist on it hurrying up.

Familiar metal footsteps could be heard echoing down the corridor before they could see the droids. They were going to be seen, but a fight would alert the whole ship.

Gavyn gestured to Ace to put away his blaster, while Circuit crouched next to the computer terminal, blaster ready just in case. Darting to the opposite side of the corridor, Gavyn pressed himself against the wall behind a support column. Ace knelt across from him, ready to flank the droids. As they rounded the corner, they could see three of them.

The droids were less than three meters away before either of them dared to move, or even breathe. Expertly, they dashed towards the patrol.

Gavyn grabbed the nearest droid's head, twisting it completely off. Ace used his rifle to trip one, crashing his foot through the droid's power box as it hit the floor. The third droid barely had time to raise it's blaster, but Gavyn caught the barrel before it could fire, twisting it out of his grasp. The droid's feebly tried to grapple with him, but Ace helped yank it off and smash it against the wall, grinding the life out of the whirring metal parts.

It had caused a clatter, but nothing to the severity of blaster fire or the hum of a lightsaber. Gavyn caught Ace's eye, sharing a proud moment. Over the course of the Clone Wars they had learned to be an efficient team. It was strange to Gavyn to be able to read someone so well who wasn't Force-Sensitive. Then again, after four years together, Gavyn had never been so close with anyone who wasn't a Jedi before either.

With the danger gone, Circuit moved his rifle to his back and turned to the terminal again. "Just a few more seconds… done." He said, with finality.

"I guess that's it then." Ace mused. He opened the holodeck. "Did it work? Are the droids under your command?" He said skeptically. There wasn't exactly fireworks to indicate danger had cleared.

"Yeah, you're good. These guys are mine. Well, as much as they can be. They're still enemy tech at their core, keep an eye out, but you guys should be pretty safe now. I grabbed the rest of the ship's cameras while I was at it. You got that map right? I haven't had a chance to study it yet but we should be able to figure out what to do from here."

A chill suddenly ran through his body as he finished speaking. He tried to make it look like he was just readjusting his position, pulling the covers around him as though he were moving them out of the way or something. He could feel he was running out of strength to fight this. He was just going to have to keep busy.

Tyro pulled up the schematic on his own screen. "What do you guys think?" He asked the group. "I've got some ideas but I don't know nearly as much about these things as you probably do."

"If you can get to the command deck you can probably get access to the ship's main computer. You've got your navigation, weapons systems, you name it there," responded Sparks knowingly.

"They're going to likely have a Commander on a thing that big. We've been at it on this planet for too long for them not to. I'll bet we can confirm that with the transmission log," filled in Tracks.

"Yep," confirmed Tyro with a sigh a few keystrokes and a search later. "That they do." He inhaled sharply, pulling the blankets up even further, fighting the urge to shiver. "So what do we do about it?"

"Just blow the whole thing up, that's usually what I do," stated Tar. Tyro laughed, only to look over and see the man did not appear at all to be joking.

"You know though...All these droids came from that lander at some point right?" Tyro proposed. Tracks nodded, watching to follow his train of thought. "So I don't see why we just can't recall them back to the ship, send it off planet, and then, well…just blow the whole thing up." He smirked slightly at the phrasing.

"Got an escape plan?" Tracks reminded him.

"Right! Thanks. Uhhh…"

"There's probably an escape pod somewhere near where they'll be. There usually is," suggested Ainya.

Tyro nodded. "Good point. Oh, yeah, right there. You guys catch all that?"

Ace confirmed.

"So main computer, let me know when I'm good to do something with that. I'm uh...going to mute this end for now, let you contact me so I don't compromise your position or anything."

As soon as Tyro silenced his end he wrapped his arms over his datapad, curling up around it under the covers, making room for the holocom in his new horizontal position. Ainya didn't say anything as she reached out another blanket to cover him.