(Totally going to give up on MSN tonight.)
Wentar goes over the plan in his head. Access the prison level, bust out Altar, head for the hangar bays, Emso will take care of the hangar doors, make sure the slaves are on board and then fly out and never look back.
"Yes, it is probably best to move out now," Wentar says, nodding. "Emso, do you know your part in the plan?"
"I'm more than ready," Vlad says.
The lift comes to a halt and deposits you into the prison level. The entrance is a security station, much like the detention level on the Death Star but more rusty and out-dated. There are guards about the room, monitoring various cells and cameras.
The lead 'officer,' a Trandoshan with his clawed feet up on the central console. He brings them down when you come in, putting one hand on the enormous rifle near him.
"Who are you lot?" he asks.