Destiny Status: Light 2 - 2 Dark<br/><br/>The pair crept down several flights of stairs to the continued noise of a fusion cutter.  They finally arrived at a door to a room that looked to have once held much of the facility's electronic and mechanical guts.  They still looked relatively workable, with little dust and no moisture having gotten so deep.  A rack of computers, a large generator, and a few other miscellaneous devices were visible.<br/><br/>Beyond, partially blocked from view by the generator, a light was flickering from the next room down.  A quick glance revealed a half-dozen pirates, all carrying blaster carbines and wearing padded armour, and each with a helmet on.  Two of them were taking turns throwing a knife at an old wooden box.  One was doing some sort of maintenance on a long-range communicator he had set on the ground next to him.  One was using a fusion cutter to melt through a crudely welded barricade of scrap metal that blocked a door.  One was cleaning his carbine.  The last was in the corner, taking a leak against the stone wall.<br/><br/>They were perhaps halfway through the barricade, and unfortunately there was no sign of Yaltin among them.