“Warden, they’ve breached the hangar containment barriers.”
Sadiki glanced up from the medbay support console to the guard whose name she couldn’t recall at the moment. Stretching the mechanized ortho-prosthesis that the GH-7 had just finished stat-grafting onto her ankle, she winced with pain. The initial round of medication was already wearing off, but that was good—she could feel her mind clearing.
“How many are there?”
“Forty-two.”
“Including Jabba’s own bodyguards?”
The guard nodded. “All still heavily armed.” The guard stole a furtive glance at her foot, then looked back up at her face. “We’ve sealed off the main level, closed the cellblocks, and put genpop into lockdown, but—”
“But what?”
“Well, that last reconfiguration sequence that you ordered …” The guard hesitated. “It opened up a whole wing of unfinished throughways, and some of those places aren’t secure.”
“No hatchways?”
“No hatchways, no airlocks. Some of the guys are saying they don’t even have surveillance out that far.”
“They’re right,” Sadiki said. Withholding the truth now wouldn’t help any of them. “How many of our people are left?”
“I spoke to Captain Garvey five minutes ago. He’s reporting heavy losses from the hangar—”
“How many?”
The guard swallowed. “Thirty-six guards that we know of, maybe more if they haven’t had a chance to respond.” His face became pale. “And we’re running low on firepower.”
“Where’s my brother?”
“Nobody’s seen him for several hours.”
“Get a search party together.” Sadiki rose to her feet. “Contact me as soon as you find him.”
“Warden? Where are you going?”
“Get the escape pod ready,” she said. “Tell him that I’ll meet him there.”