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Although Yoo-nit had no way of knowing for sure, the little toaster had a suspicion that the kenku had probably managed to lose his gun again. That occurrence seemed to be either an ongoing theme or running joke, depending on one's perspective. Whether or not Jet, the droid, those in the building both good and bad and the rest of the universe was better off with a unsupervised kenku with a blaster was highly likely.

However, there was a very remote chance the previous statement was untrue. Such a possibility was astronomical and it was hard for one to imagine a situation where anyone would be better off with Jet having a shooty thing including the kenku. Nonetheless, Yoo-nit's next move was to guide the kenku to more weapons ensuring further hilarity would likely ensue in addition to insurance premiums going up in this sector and one or more beings day ending badly.

Space Google gave a series of turns leading to one of the following scenarios:

1. A large tank like-robot that was not actually a vehicle at all and likely had many non-removable weapons that seemed to be sitting idly. It of course, was not, but this is another matter, especially when Jet attempts to go near it.
2. A random space merchant selling wares. The absurdity of this situation should be ignored, but the encounter should not if rolled.
3. There are guns. Lots of guns. Unfortunately, Yoo-nit failed to realize these weapons were also attached to a squad of rhino grunts.
4. Cleaning supplies, guns... same thing... at least to Yoo-nit, but hey, maybe something is flammable in here!

Should Jet follow the droid's directions, he encounters a cloaked man with his face covered as seen here.

If Jet ignores Yoo-nit and goes a different direction, when he comes out of the vents, he encounters a cloaked man with his face covered as seen here.

OOC: Yes, it is the same video clip and encounter.

Even Jet had lost track of how well armed he was at the moment. Let's see, he had sabotaged a few guns down there, but had he remembered to get one for himself?
…damn.
Well, he would find more shooty things sooner or later, there were a lot Rhinos here, and everyone brought their own and seemed to be willing to share.

Jet didn't know who Morton was, or what a Morton's Fork was, but even if he did, he had no way of knowing the universe forced him into one right now. Still thinking he had free will, he followed Yoo-nits directions.
It ended in what seemed to be a space kiosk.

Jet looked around for a vending machine, as a voice called him a stranger. Instinctively he went for his gun, but luckily, his instinct wasn't strong enough to send him back into the vent, through half of the space station, and back to the table where he left it. They only sent his hand to his side.
As a consolidation price, Jet formed a finger-gun and pointed it at the guy, that also was a stranger for him.

Suddenly, he wondered if he had forgotten to collect pay for all the guys he shot. Then he remembered that he had shot basically no one, he just had committed a bit of clean, friendly vehicular manslaughter.
Still, maybe the man had cheap wares. "Phased plasma rifle in the 40-watt range" Jet ordered in the hopeful tone of a time travelling killer-robot.

"Over here, stranger," A cloaked man said stepping from the shadows as the kenku came out of the duct. "I got something that might interest ya!"

The mysterious merchant let out a loud chuckle and opened his trench coat. He ignored the kenku when he made the finger gun at him. The inner linings of his outerwear were covered in ammo, weapons and supplies. He was literally a one-man store. A sort of human(ish) kiosk. "Got a good selection of things on sale, stranger. So, what're ya buyin'?"

"Phased plasma rifle in the 40-watt range" Jet ordered in the hopeful tone of a time travelling killer-robot.

The hooded man produced the requested weapon with another hearty laugh. It was at that moment that Jet realized he may not have any space credits which could be problematic. Probably unknown to him, the droid had hacked his comlink and was listening in.

"Um...," a familiar voice suddenly said from where ever the communication device happened to be. Yoo-nit uploaded some credits into his digital space wallet. Space Paypal was a bit harder to do and sometimes had fees, so it did Space Venmo instead. Had Space Venmo been unavailable, its next choice would have been Space Ca$h App. How these funds had been sent and if they were legitimate was highly questionable, but the kenku now had more than adequate money to re-equip with.

Jet's eyes widened at the weapon selection. His hands opened and closed, and Jet had to take a step back to avoid them from becoming overly grabby.

The Space Westinghouse M-25 40-watt Phased Plasma Pulse-Gun was a nice piece of weaponry, capable of melting all your problems, if your problems happened to be shotable.
Jet held the firm belief that all problems were shotable, if you just tried hard enough.
Still, he couldn't help but see the problems with this weapon. It was less bulky then the selection of Rhino weaponry he swiped and got rid off time and time again, but he needed something smaller, something easy to transport, something easy to put away.
Something he might not lose.

So he shook his head decidedly.
"Negative. Go back." he heard his old captain navigate a voice activated space computer often enough so he could easily say those words. Then he gave it a quick though.
"The greatest handgun ever made. The Cobra Single Beam Navy. Six cells. More than enough to kill anything that moves:" he instead went for a copy of his repeating blaster. It was small, mean, he could empty it by fanning the space hammer in under two seconds - sure, he didn't hit anything if he did, but he looked very cool missing every shot.

Jet made a complex plan. Alright, it was just 'grab the gun and run', but luckily just before he could do so, a 'ding' informed him that someone filled his account up with some space credits. Doing two little bird-hops forward, he smiled and presented his space mastercard in exchange for the gun.

"Negative. Go back." he heard his old captain navigate a voice activated space computer often enough so he could easily say those words.

The weapon disappeared back into the mysterious salesman's cloak. "What're ya buyin'," the merchant asked again.

"The greatest handgun ever made. The Cobra Single Beam Navy. Six cells. More than enough to kill anything that moves:" he instead went for a copy of his repeating blaster. It was small, mean, he could empty it by fanning the space hammer in under two seconds - sure, he didn't hit anything if he did, but he looked very cool missing every shot.

"A fine choice, stranger," the merchant laughed.

Jet made a complex plan. Alright, it was just 'grab the gun and run', but luckily just before he could do so, a 'ding' informed him that someone filled his account up with some space credits. Doing two little bird-hops forward, he smiled and presented his space mastercard in exchange for the gun.

"Thank ya! Is that all stranger," The merchant inquired after quickly processing the payment.

Yoo-nit continued to listen in to the conversation while scanning the area for trouble. So far, the kenku wasn't in any immediate danger of another encounter, but he didn't need anyone else to find trouble. It seemed the kenku had a natural talent for causing his own calamity and trouble finding him. The little droid was anxious for Jet to get moving again. There was an Operator to save. Additionally, there were a lot of other people that needed saving. While they were not the priority, that would be an added bonus.

Jet took the gun and instantly started swirling it around, showing off his skills as a gunslinger.
He span it forward, backwards, cocked the hammer, threw it up in the air, caught it behind his back, threw it up again, looked around where it had gone, picked it up from behind that cupboard, threw it up again and caught it.
All while playing his own awesome 80s steel guitar theme music. Being a kenku was awesome!

He gave the merchant a bow, before opening up the cylinder of his repeater. People complained that modern lasers didn't technically need cylinders, that the time of revolvers was long past the space age, but whoever designed the Cobra would answer: Yeah, but in your gun where do the batteries go?
Jet certainly found it calming to feed six space-AAA-batteries (sold seperately) into the cylinder, rotating it and making it swing shut with a motion that he probably had practiced in front of the mirror.
Satisfied that with his poncho and repeater he once again was a space outlaw, Jet gave the merchant a bow.
"Thank ya!" he repeated back to him. "That all, stranger."

Jet gave the arsenal yet another look. Shouldn't he get the mega-detonator as well?

No, said the training manual for the space navy, that had a whole page dedicated to a sketch of the grenade and the four words "Don't use on spaceships" in red, large lettering.
No, said 9 out of 10 doctors, agreeing that this grenade was bad for your health.
Yes, said Jet's heart.
No, said his account with the space bank, so he decided to reluctantly leave and search for more adventures.

Now that he had a gun to swing around, Jet moved around the station with swagger once more. He aimed it at all the corners of every room and floor he entered, a good tactical move - if he wouldn't lead entering the new room with a very unnecessary and flashy combat roll, that probably would just draw gunfire if it was an actual combat.
"Um…" he finally said to Yoo-nit in the voice of a space toaster.
He had no idea where he was anymore after five minutes of tactical operatoring.

The space merchant melted back into the shadows. After Jet played around with tactics for a moment and "cleared" a few rooms, the droid replied to his "um" with a monotone "um" of its own. So far, there was nothing of interest. These rooms were boring and not advancing the plot!

"You must find another terminal to deactivate the defenses and open the doors," Yoo-nit informed the kenku in its droning voice. "There are two paths. You can take the corridors which are faster, but more dangerous or you can take the ventilation system ducts. Safer but slower. Input requested."

The com went silent as the toaster waited to hear which way Jet wanted to go. Once the decision was made, Yoo-nit would navigate the route for him.

"Stranger." Jet answered, in the tone of a suddenly appearing merchant.
"I'll be back." he added, in an Austrian sounding voice.
"L-8R Cutting charges, not the politest, but the most fun way to open a door." That was his captain's voice again, the old space sea dog (space dog?) sounding through.

But it probably was too late for his third solution, surely the merchant went somewhere else.
He tried to think his answer through, but he couldn't her his own thoughts over his answering sound. "Corridors, corridors, corridors" he repeated, almost in a chant. This time, it was Yoo-nits own voice echoing back to him.
At least Jet would have to clear something other than empty rooms and his space bank account!

As Yoo-nit navigated Jet through the corridors, things went well... at least for a few space minutes. Then, Jet spotted something that would involve making an incredibly difficult saving throw against Kenku temptation that he was very likely to fail... there was a small open room off to the side of the passage. A lit sign above it read: "VENDING MACHINE"

Should the kenku go to check it out, he would disappointingly find the room bare. Had all the vending machines been removed? If he searched the room or waited for a moment or so, the following peculiar thing would happen: Music began to play and a roll up garage type door on the far wall would open.

A squarish machine would side step its way out much like a space crab, singing a happy song. Should the kenku stick around a bit longer, several beings in hard hats as depicted in this video happened along and joined in the song waiting for the vending machine to begin selling snacks, drinks and smokes.

OOC: Aside from the door the vending machine emerges from, the 4 beings in the video and the vending machine itself, nothing else depicted in the background are actually present.

Jet rolled a nat one on this his save. A part of him suspected a trap, but if it was, it totally deserved to catch him.
He held the gun close to his body because he had seen it in an action movie once^{because this way it would be hard to grab from him and he had ideal control over it.}
There was no vending machine inside.
Jet fell to his knees. "Disappointed!" he cried out, in the voice of a hercules.
But before he could give in to the grief about being denied the simple pleasures in life,

But like a savior, the vending machine space crabwalked in, and Jet slowly but hopefully lifted his head. He jumped on his legs. The repeater landed in the seams of his pants (at least he didn't just laid it on the ground and forget about it), and instead he armed himself with the master card, got in line and started to sing along.
Hopefully Yoo-nit had left him enough money so he could get whatever was closest to a hot dog and some a coke in his space-hero-union mandated break!

The vending machine retracted its legs and sat itself down in the middle of the vending room. The four beings seemed to be contractors of some sort all wearing a yellow hardhat except for the green space-duck like creature who appeared to be their supervisor or foreman. "Stop it" he snapped irritably at a round droid with ears.

The song ended abruptly and the other three let out a disappointed "aw" in unison. The work crew seemed to take no notice of the kenku and each stepped up to pay with space coins or space credit cards. Each told the vending machine what it wanted and it rang them up and dispensed the requested refreshments.

It may not occur to Jet, but it seemed a bit odd that a construction crew were working in a building that had been locked down and taken hostage. Perhaps, the minions had not made it to this level yet. Unless directly addressed, the workers all grabbed some lunch and waited on their cohorts. There was not any tables or chairs in the vicinity, so it was unclear where they would consume their food.

Jet heard his comlink crackle to life with Yoo-nit's typical monotone "Um."

Jet joined in on the "aw". What else was there to do. He got in line behind the last guy and finally ordered a lasagna with the last of Yoo-nit founds. While peeking away at his portion, he was well rested and ready to continue his mission, as he suddenly had a thought.

This was a space construction crew. Well, in a big station like this, there probably always something to construct, and the Rhino's probably had just taken over the vital spots, making this… well, still entirely improbable, but Jet wouldn't be bogged down by details.
For him, the important thing was that this meant tools, probably heavy tools. The kind of tools that also could open doors.

He turned towards the duck, hoping for avian solidarity, as he tried to make his request clear. A boom sound, followed by opening his hand like an explosion, followed by tilting his head, as if adding a question mark.
Then, the same story, but the boom was replaced by the sound of a heavy plasma cutter, used in space construction.

As the crew got their lunches from the machine followed by Jet, the kenku tried to communicate his intentions to the duck who only opened his eyes wider in a sort of puzzled response. The others just stared at him and then looked at each other, creating an awkward moment.

That moment was disrupted by the comlink and and a long "Ummmmmm...."

Before Jet could react, there was a blast. A shot struck the vending machine clear in the center top. One might consider this the machine's forehead, but of course it didn't have one, although it did have a chef hat on it. There were some sparks and smoke. Then the machine toppled over crushing 1d4 of the crew members in the process.

The vending machine fell on all but the yellow guy with the big red nose. He looked down at them a moment and then back at Jet. "Those were my friends," he said in a sad voice. A moment later, another laser blast struck him and he too, fell over.

"Ummmm," Yoo-nit repeated, there was a bit more urgency in his voice as there was the sound of foot steps racing down the hall toward the vending room.

Whoever fired the shots was not immediately visible... at least not yet.

"Those were my friends." Jet said in the heartbreaking sound of aa sad yellow guy, both at Yoo-nit as well as at the attacker. After all, they had shared lunch from the vending machine (…vending machine, that's a vending machine, we all eat lunch…) together and they had that awkward Kenku-communication moment later.
So many fond memories!
Before he shared the fate of his new best friends, Jet drew and fired his gun in basically the same motion. It was an easy thing to do if you didn't have a target, but more a vibe where to shoot, and Jet just held down the trigger and fanned the hammer, sending a few laser blasts back in the direction of the foot steps, before finally growing wise and diving behind the downed vending machine.

"Sitrep?" he asked Yoo-nit, once again drawing some words from having watched to many military movies.

Jet popped around the corner and fired off a few quick shots towards the foot steps. It was 2 rhino men down the hallway headed his direction. Jet then dived behind the downed vending machine. From here, there was no way for him to know if the rhino men had been hit, had taken cover or were tip-toing, but the foot steps had stopped, at least momentarily.

It may not occur to the kenku, but there was no way the lackies could have fired those shots that had killed his short-lived comrades. Should he look around, there was only a single rubbish bin across the hallway from the vending room. The receptacle looked quite harmless, at least while the kenku looked in its direction.

"Um," Came the voice of the droid. "Keep moving. Danger!" Yoo-nit directed Jet to leave the vending room, run passed the trash receptacle, and continue down the hallway around the corner. That was as far as his Space Google instructions had provided until he had done those things.

Jet just trusted his ability to hear the Rhino's. They weren't known for their stealthy approach after all, although he doubted his gun had the firepower to put them reliably down in one hit.

He took a quick look around, after all he felt strangely pinned down in the small room. He wasn't entirely sure about his escape route, but he had no better idea. This time there was no weapon's locker around, so he couldn't even throw mags that might explode.

He took a deep breath, as he made sure his weapon was at full capacity. One, two, three…

Jet paused. He didn't notice anything strange about the trashcan, but suddenly he noticed that the Rhino's couldn't be the original shooter. Which meant that there was another danger around.

"Hello!" he announced loudly, in the words of a Spaniard. "My name is [Jet]^{That was his old captain's voice}. You killed [my friends]^{That was big-red-nose's voice}. Prepare to die!"
Jet didn't do this very much. Slicing in voices was tiring to a Kenku, and he didn't want to totally mental exhaust himself, but this time it was important. After a moment, he just decided to shoot the ceiling.
It was probably innocent, but the falling debris and clouds of space-mortar clouds would give him some visual cover, and maybe could made the unknown attacker sneeze – and thus, reveal their position!

The following thing happens:

1. Nothing
2. A pair of eyes pops out of the can but nothing happens
3. The can opens and a shot is fired from it, it misses
4. The can opens, a shot is fired, Jet is grazed
5. The Rhinos are back and charging down the hall again, nothing happens with the can.
6. An alien pops out of the can with a gun and the grunts are coming!

Jet calls out. He doesn't notice that he notices the rubbish bin. After noticing it (passively) he doesn't notice anything unusual about it. There was no response when he called out. Things seemed very boring. There is a rare moment of quiet in the passage accompanying the brief moment of boredom. While his shooting of the ceiling made things slightly more interesting (and a mess) nothing happens as a result.

"UM," Jet's com said. It was unclear if Yoo-nit was annoyed because of its monotone and emotionless voice. Whether droids were capable of being annoyed to begin with was highly questionable in itself. Many would argue that droids were incapable of emotion, particularly boredom. Otherwise, they couldn't perform the repetitive tasks often expected of them.

Nonetheless, the droid followed up its "um" with a set of directions from Space Google. It wanted the kenku to go around the corner, ignoring the trashcan, and continue down the corridor to a bank of elevators and go up.