Rex watches this crew from behind the makeshift barrier. They're making headway on the system and he is impressed by Shion's command of the situation. He nods to Askor, affirming his suggestion. There's no chance of outrunning a nuclear safeguard, so the best hope is to convince this system we are legitimate.One of the armed guards flips over a table in the middle of the room to use as a barrier and trains his gun on the open door way, light curtain flickering. The other goes into the bunkroom and quickly peaks his head out, weapon trained on the opening. The lights go out again, this time for a solid 15 seconds before flickering on.
Rex sighs, closing his eyes. He centers himself and tries to remember. Countless hours of study in his childhood. Justicars didn't have authority in the Mandate of course, but the Archives were full of reports where the earliest gunslingers stood-down security measures like this and secured them. But childhood was a long time ago.
Int+Know [2d6+1] = 6+1 = 7 or Int+Sunblade (same roll +2)
He doesn't remember any AI security, however, but perhaps that's the opportunity. Maybe an AI can be negotiated more than a rote system...
He rises from his crouch, joining Alix at the panel since the microphone is broken. "Hey... you mind if I try somethin'? We gotta convince this thing." the graying hired guard asks the Hacker. Assuming Alix lets him near the keys, he tries to negotiate the AI through the stand-off by typing his best approximation of Mandate protocol into the interface...
Cha+Talk [2d6r2+2] = 9+2 = 11
"Lots changes in 600 years, hoss," his gravelly voice mutters aloud as he types, "We are the humans that guard you now."