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Post by Mal Drynlann on Feb 14, 2022 17:29:03 GMT -8
Mal launched himself over the side of the speeder, landing with a plop onto the passenger seat. "Then we better get moving."
Mal double checked the ammunition status of his weapons, he cocked back his blaster pistol and it cried a high pitched ping as the slide slammed back home. Fully loaded. The sound of metal sliding across leather could be heard as he holstered the weapon.
"This Leebo guy must have pretty tight security if he's set up in rakghoul territory. This will probably go sideways, if not with Leebo's men, then with the rakghoul. Hope you're ready for either."
The smell of aromatic burning finally reached Mal's nose. Tarfang's pipe smoke wafted of the whole area of the speeder. It smelled floral with a hint of sweetness to it, and yet Mal kept finding hints of other flavors the more he breathed it in. The more he smelled the more he liked it. He tried to ignore it at first but then he finally brought himself to ask.
"What's that stuff you're smoking?"
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Post by Tarfang on Feb 15, 2022 4:31:49 GMT -8
It was more of a concerted effort for the much shorter being to climb into the speeder. Tarfang grabbed the edge of the drivers side and groaned as he pulled himself up and over, practically somersaulting as he stumbled end over end into the front seat. He took another draw from the pipe before grabbing the seatbelt restraint and strapping himself in.
"This?" He held up the pipe. "I'm not sure if there is a technical name for the stuff, though I have taken to calling it Endorian Green. It's a medicinal herb that grows in a secluded glen just outside of Bright Tree Village. Makes ya a little silly, but its good for the joints. Not to worry, it shouldn't effect my driving." He shrugged and took another hoot. "Not much anyways."
Leaning forwards he jabbed a furry digit into the ignition button and listened as the X-34's repulsors began to warm up. There was a groan of protest coming from the hood of the landspeeder followed by a few pops and a small amount of smoke, but after a moment the vehicle was rumbling somewhat normally. Grinning, Tarfang patted the steering yoke.
"See? She's purring like a saber cat."
It was around this time that the trandoshan from earlier emerged from the cantina entrance, followed by three of his Zerk cronies. The lizard pointed his middle talon at the landspeeder as he spotted the Mandalorian beside Tarfang. The other three began to draw blasters and opened fire. Tarfang heard it before he saw it, barely able to see over the dashboard as it was.
"I think that's our cue to leave. Hang on!" He hit the gas and the landspeeder shot forwards at breakneck speed.
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Post by Mal Drynlann on Feb 15, 2022 17:31:49 GMT -8
Springing into action as Tarfang jets off, Mal quickdraws his blaster fast as lightning and turned to the rear of the speeder, returning fire on the gangsters. Energy blasts scorched the walls of the city all around Mal and Tarfang. Mal managed to nail a single shot to the head of one of the trandoshans. His whole body was flung backwards as his head exploded into a bouquet of red energy and sparks.
"Sooran, shab!"
Mal spouted insults at them in Mando'a as their speeder got further and further away and the Zerk's blaster fire got more and more inaccurate. The angry hoodlums could hardly be seen anymore when Mal finally relaxed and faced the front of the speeder again. But before Mal could utter the words "We lost them" he could hear a low rumbling. It started quiet, then progressively got louder and louder. Mal thought it was the ewok's stomach at first, until he turned around again to see the 3 remaining Zerk goons on their swoop bikes, their engines roaring through the streets as they quickly gained on the clunky speeder.
"Can't this thing go any faster?!"
It was a good thing the mandalorian hadn't put his blaster away yet as he was quick to begin firing on them again. The Zerks responded in the same way, though now both parties having alot more trouble hitting their targets at high speeds. The swoop bikes were alot more nimble and zig zagged back and forth evading Mal's fire. They were right behind us now, shouting slurs and insults in huttese.
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Post by Tarfang on Feb 16, 2022 4:39:56 GMT -8
"We're maxed out!" Shouted Tarfang over the rush of wind, rumble of engines, and sounds of blaster fire.
He turned the steering yoke rapidly from side to side, zigzagging to maintain control of the road and dodge incoming fire. The front of the landspeeder smashed through vendor stands lining the streets, scattering wears and sending a deluge of debris into the path of the swoop bikes on their tail. The elderly ewok leaned in, peering at the rushing wall in the distance.
A large vertical gate of durasteel was slowly closing as the city prepared to lock up for the night. Tarfang watched the monitor on the dashboard as the engines were run into the red. In his peripherals he could see smoke coming out the sides of the hood. He kept his foot on the gas.
Just a little further now...
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Post by Mal Drynlann on Feb 16, 2022 18:52:19 GMT -8
Mal could scarcely make out what Tarfang said over the screaming engines. He took cover behind his seat's headrest as blaster fire zipped over his head. He popped back up and in the blink of an eye he took perfect aim, and fired directly into one of the bikers, spraying sparks across his chest. The Zerk slumped over in his swoop bike's seat until the bike veered off slowly and crashed into a building. Only two left now, and the gate to the next area was approaching fast. Mal pondered if he could take out the remaining two before we make it past the gate. He looked back at the gate slowly closing. If we make it past gate.
The mandalorian activated the energy shield on his gauntlet, and sprang up into a stance with one foot on his seat and the other up on the speeders dashboard. The zerk's blaster fire bombarded Mal's combat shield relentlessly. He returned fire but with hardly any results this time. He waited for a break in their fire to extend his shielded arm and fire his whipcord at one of the bikers, it snared him and mal jerked his arm back with all the force he could muster, flinging the biker off his mount and rolling along the undercity's dirtied floor as his bike also veered off and crashed. The last biker was the trandoshan, who at this point was now riding alongside the speeder. The reptilian grabbed the side of the speeder in an attempt to jump on. Mal did not waste any time, and in one motion he reached to his back and unsheathed his beskad and sliced off the trando's arm.
The lizard wailed in pain and wobbled violently on his bike but managed to regain his balance. Mal could see in his peripheral the speeder was just about to come upon the gate, he also noticed the trando wasnt paying attention and the gate was only open just enough that the speeder could just fit underneath it. The fight was over. Mal jumped back down into his seat and took cover, ducking under the speeder's dash. The gate scraped along the top of the speeder's nose and passed over Tarfang and Mal in the seat just barely, taking out the speeder's windshield along the way. Mal could hear the brief screech from the trando as he realized what was about to happen in the split second before he flew full speed into the gate. The speeder slowed down as the gate finished closing behind them. Mal looks over at the ewok.
"Well, we're off to a great start."
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Post by Tarfang on Feb 17, 2022 4:52:00 GMT -8
The luxury of being so short was that when the landspeeder flew through the closing gate and the windshield was sheered off, he didn't need to even duck down. He throttled back as the gate closed behind them, easing the pressure on the engine, which was still running hot. He looked over at Mal in the passenger seat, holding the steering yoke in one furry paw and his pipe in the other.
"That's one way to put it." He took a puff then put the pipe away, placing both paws on the wheel. "Looks like we lost them, for now anyways."
He looked at the radar screen on the dash and then peered out over the front of the landspeeder, visually scanning the wasteland outside the city. The terrain was rough and littered with debris from crashed starships hundreds, if not thousands, or years old. It was like flying through a junkyard to some extent. He kept a heading east, slowing to a gentle pace to ease the wind buffeting his face now that the windshield was gone.
"We'll be coming up on Leebo's compound in approximately ten minutes or so." He pointed at the glove box in front of Mal. "There should be a set of macro-binoculars in there, I think."
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Post by Mal Drynlann on Feb 17, 2022 16:11:03 GMT -8
Mal tried opening the glove box a couple times but it seemed to be jammed. With a swift kick with his knee the glove box popped open and the pair of binoculars practically fell out into Mal's lap. The mando scanned the horizon with them, it was a desolate wasteland. Hardly anything much to speak of. Mal could see derelict buildings, rubble and ruins. Probably Rakghoul infested. Along the way they passed by a small village with tents pitched. Mal could see disheveled, dirty looking people in rags walking around them. How can people actually live in a place like this? Mal thought to himself.
He continued to keep himself occupied for the remaining ten minutes by looking out at the horizon. Mal could see in the distance a group of Rakghoul stalking the lands. They looked fearsome, Mal wondered how strong they are, he was eager to fight some of them. The speeder put some miles between them and the rakghoul before Mal could finally spot what he believed to be their destination. It was a crash landed, derelict CR90 corvette that had been retrofitted into a makeshift fort. He could see two Gamorrean guards posted at what looks like the front entrance.
"I think that's the place up ahead."
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Post by Tarfang on Feb 18, 2022 9:51:05 GMT -8
"I think you're right." He said, straining to sit up in his seat to get a better look at the corvette corpse serving as the information brokers base of operations. He scowled as he saw the two brutish looking gamorrean boars standing watch.From the weapons he had seen his Mandalorian companion carrying, he was convinced Mal could take them, assuming it came to that. But it would probably be loud and draw the attention of those inside, if not the rakghoul prowling the wastes. Plus who knew what defenses the toydarian had concealed in the surrounding area. If there was a heavy weapon emplacement, they could pretty much say goodbye to their ride home. Given the damage the time-weathered landspeeder already suffered on their departure from the city, he didn't want to take any unnecessary chances.Slowly he began to crank the steering yoke to the left, turning the X-34 a full ninety degrees. "We'll park around the side and walk the rest of the way up. I'd rather them not know about our speeder in case we need to make a quick getaway." Casually he drove the repulsor craft around a large hill of debris just to the north of the compound.As they came around the corner, however, a not so friendly sight was there to greet them. There in the spot where the intrepid ewok captain would have preferred to park his speeder, were five rakghoul loping about, tearing apart what looked like the remains of one of the destitute villagers they had passed a ways back. Tarfang cursed and hit the brakes."Stang! That's not going to work. I'll have to turn her around." Paw on the gear shift, he put the speeder in reverse and prepared to turn around when the sound of the repulsors began to diminish and the engine whined in protest. More smoke poured out the side of the hood and the X-34 dropped two feet to the ground with an audible 'clang'. The heads of all five rakghoul turned, hot salivation dripping from their exposed fangs as they glared at fresh prey. Tarfang gulped and reached behind his seat, rummaging around for a few seconds before retrieving a large hydrospanner. He looked at Mal."I can fix this, but not if we're rakghoul chum. Keep em off us!" |
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Post by Mal Drynlann on Feb 18, 2022 17:22:18 GMT -8
Tarfang hadn't even finished his sentence by the time Mal had sprang up onto the dashboard and leapt forward towards The rakghoul. He extended his arms forward as momentum carried him through the air. The vibroblades hidden in both of his vambraces cried out in a loud "snikt!" as they extended from his forearm, the sound was only drowned out by the devilishly low pitched battle cry bellowing from Mal's throat.
"RRRAAAAAAAGGGH!!"
As he landed on top of the first rakghoul, his vibroblades sunk into the creature's chest. He spread out his arms in opposite directions as he pulled out the blades, ripping the rakghoul's chest cavity apart. The next creature was upon him before Mal could stand from his crouched position. Thinking fast, he swiped at the rakghoul's leg, severing it from it's body. The creature snarled in pain as it fell to the ground and writhed around. Now standing back up, there was no time for Mal to land a killing blow, as two more of the monstrosities came at him. One of them grabbed his left arm and sunk it's fangs into the beskar vambrace, the other grabbed Mal's shoulders and attempted to take a bite out of his neck. Mal's neck wasn't armored, he couldn't allow this. He knew the rakghoul's teeth and claws were laced with a poison that would eventually turn him into one of them. With his right arm Mal gave a mighty uppercut, he tore through the monster vertically from it's abdomen to it's chin. The vibroblades slicing through all of it's organs along the way. It fell to the ground limp as rakghoul blood sprayed all over Mal's helmet and cuirass. Looking to his left, the second rakghoul was still clamped down on his arm. The mandalorian threw his right fist forward, allowing the vibroblades to enter through the creature's eyes and exit out the back of it's head.
The final rakghoul leapt onto the mandalorian's back, scratching and clawing at the beskar back plate and the back of Mal's helmet. The creature gave a loud shriek as Mal struggled to get it off him. After a short while of reaching behind him for one of the monster's body parts, he finally was able to grasp one of it's arms and lean forward as he pulled. The rakghoul was sent forward onto the ground on it's back. It scrambled back to it's feat, panting violently as it made another lunge towards the mandalorian--mindlessly throwing it's life away-- Mal thought. These creatures were nothing more than animals. Mal whipped both his arms in opposite directions, severing both of the rakghoul's arms at the elbows. Mal proceeded to embed both his vibroblades into the monster's belly, it gagged and coughed up blood as Mal slowly lifted it off the ground with the blades still in it. Retracting both blades back into his vambrace, the rakghoul hit the ground with a thud. Mal turned around to admire the carnage he had just laid out, and noticed a trail of blood leading towards Tarfang's speeder. It was the rakghoul whos leg had been cut off. It had been slowly crawling over to Tarfang, assuming he was an easier meal. Mal drew his cycler rifle from his back as he slowly made his way over to bleeding monster.
"Barely a challenge at all..." Mal kicked the rakghoul over onto it's back, and pressed the barrel of his rifle to the creatures forehead. He pulled the trigger.
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Post by Tarfang on Feb 19, 2022 6:31:41 GMT -8
Paws deep in the landspeeder's engine guts, Tarfang looked up when he heard the cycler rifle fire so close, spotting the smoking remains of the last rakghoul dispatched by Mal. Turning back to his work, he gave the hydrospanner another crank before slipping back into the drivers seat and trying the ignition once more. There was a slight struggle at first as the engine protested, but then after a few seconds it began to rumble and the repulsors rose the craft two feet above the ground on a cushion of air. The captain smiled and completed putting the vehicle in reverse so he could turn her around so that the front was facing away from the dead end. He then backed the ship into the spot where his hired help had made such a mess and turned off the engines. Climbing out of the speeder, he took up his cane and hopped onto the ground, wincing as his right leg gave a little, then straightened himself and walked over to Mal.
"Not too shabby." He said, prodding one of rakghoul corpses with the tip of his cane. "I can already tell this day is gunna cost me. Still, you appear worth every credit." Tarfang placed a paw in his coat and retrieved a handkerchief, which he handed to the Mandalorian. "You have a bit of blood on your...well, pretty much everywhere."
He rested both hands on his cane, standing casually as he allowed Mal a moment to catch his breath after all that action.
"Take a moment before we move on. You know, I haven't seen anyone fight like that in some time. Who taught you to do that?"
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Post by Mal Drynlann on Feb 19, 2022 9:24:13 GMT -8
The handkerchief only had enough capacity for Mal to wipe the blood off his helmet before it was completely drenched in blood.
He tossed the handkerchief aside and took some deep breaths. His mind flooded with memories when the ewok asked about his master.
"I had many teachers while growing up in my clan." He opened the cycler rifle's action, letting a shell fly out. "The man who taught me combat with wristblades was called Logan." He chambered another round, and locked up the gun. Storing it on his back again.
Mal leaned up against the speeder to rest for a moment. Then looked at Tarfang, somehow having an inquisitive expression on his faceless visor. "Why...?"
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Post by Tarfang on Feb 19, 2022 10:10:02 GMT -8
"Call me curious." He shrugged casually. The truth was a little more than that. Their whole reason for tracking Leebo down in the wasteland was to find the location of a single man, the subject of Captain Tarfang's ire and the reason he had come out of retirement. That man just so happened to be a Mandalorian, a former Mandalore even and a current clan chief, if rumours were to be believed. If that bastard had the same skill at hand to hand combat as Mal, getting his revenge was going to be a lot harder than he initially anticipated.
When Mal looked like he had regained his composure, Tarfang took his cane into his right paw and pointed with the end in the direction they had spotted those two gamorreans standing guard.
"We should get moving." He scratched his furry chin. "Let me try talking to the guards out front first. I speak pig pretty well." Gamorrese, but sure...
Without further adieu, he began to hobble in the direction of the derelict corvette. Despite the limp in his gait, there was a limberness to the way the furry digits of his left paw hovered over the blaster holstered on his hip. Old though he was, his body still remembered a time when he had been a quick draw. He played up the old bear act as he approached the two large boars, each filled out with thick green muscles, ham sized hands holding the hafts of massive vibro-axes. Snot oozed from their snouts while flies buzzed around their unwashed bodies, not that it seemed to disturb the pig sentinels in the slightest. They crossed their axes as Tarfang and Mal approached, barring the front entrance.
"Oink." Squealed Tarfang, followed by some more oinks, some grunts, and a snort for good measure.
The two boars looked at each other for a moment, then looked back at the ewok and mandalorian and shook their fat heads from side to side, drool dripping from their tusked jowls as they did so. Sighing, the elderly ewok shrugged his shoulders in defeat and turned to Mal.
"Diplomacy isn't going to work, it seems. Mal, I'll let you take this one. They require a bit of your...mmm, Mandalorian persuasion."
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Post by Mal Drynlann on Feb 19, 2022 14:54:23 GMT -8
Normally, at this point Mal would try a bribe. But he has tried bribing Gamorreans before and he knows it rarely works on them. He stepped over in front of the two boars and gave them the death stare. He pointed at the door behind them, he knew they were dumb but not sure how dumb.
"Let us pass through. There is no reason for us to fight..." His pointing hand turned into a fist.
showing the pigs blatantly what he meant. "Please... choose to fight."
The pigs squealed, clearly taking offense. They approached the mandalorian bearing their axes.
"Ah, thats what I was hoping you'd say."
The sound of metal sliding along metal echoed out as Mal pulled his beskad from his back. The first gamorrean hefted his axe up and brought it down towards Mal's head. The pig was heavy and slow, Mal easily side-stepped the attack. The axe sunk into the ground with a loud clang, it was now stuck and the pig was struggling to retrieve it. The second boar now came at Mal, swinging his axe horizontally towards him. The mandalorian swiftly ducked and let the axe pass over him--and into the other gamorreans neck. Mal saw the pig's head hit the ground and roll over by his feet, followed by the rest of the body slumping over. An utter look of shock washed over the boar's face, he and Mal looked at the body, then back at each other.
"Heh... I'll kill you with one hand."
Mal taunted and put his left hand behind his back. The boar squealed in pure rage at the insult and charged the mandalorian, bringing the full force of his axe down on him. Mal parried letting the axe fly off to the side of him, then brought his beskad back up to take the gamorrean's dominant hand from him. The hand, and the axe flew through the air, and Mal landed several killing blows to the boar's chest and neck. The axe that had been launched into the air now came down spinning and landed perfectly on its blade sinking into the ground next to Tarfang. At the same time, the gamorrean's limp body hit the ground with a thud.
Mal strode over to the control panel at the door. The sound of servos whirred as the doors slid open. He gestured to the ewok that the way is clear for him to come through. Mal drew his heavy blaster pistol in preparation as he stepped through. The normally bright-white hallways of a CR90 corvette were now a dull off white in some areas and a disgusting, rusted brown in others. Some of the panels in the walls were missing or loose, power lines hung exposed from the ceiling. The place was rundown and Mal could hardly believe someone lived in such a place.
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Post by Tarfang on Feb 20, 2022 8:10:06 GMT -8
Reflexes not what they used to be, the elderly ewok barely had time to flinch when the gamorrean's axe struck the ground next to him. He quickly patted down the bodies to see if there was anything of use on them, but apart from a handful of loose credits, there wasn't much. Reaching down to his side, Tarfang took his sawed-off bryar pistol into his left paw and held it with the muzzle pointed towards the ceiling, while he continued to hold the cane in his right. He stepped behind Mal, keeping the mandalorian between himself and whatever was further down the hall. A number of surveillance cameras were built into the walls at various intervals. When he noticed this, the revenge-seeking captain tapped the wall with his cane.
"If he didn't before, he knows we're here now." He stared down the hall from his viewpoint behind Mal's armoured legs. "I should probably mention that Leebo and I have something of a history. I'm not one to hold a grudge..." His revenge plan to the contrary. "...but he might still harbour a bit of resentment."
As if on cue, a hydraulic hiss sounded from further down the corridor as a ceiling panel retracted and a repeating blaster on a swivel mount emerged. The muzzle of the blaster glowed red and began to spew hot bolts of energized blaster gas in their direction.
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Post by Mal Drynlann on Feb 20, 2022 11:10:08 GMT -8
"Look out!"Mal quickly activated his personal combat shield and the blue disc of energy sprang to life on his arm. With his other arm he held out behind him to make sure his body covered Tarfang's. The blasts sparked across the shield, The shield cannot take too much damage before needing to recharge. Mal would have to think fast. With his offhand he launched his whipcord into the turret, and with the flip of a switch his vambrace overloaded causing the whipord to become electrified. The turret short circuited and the blaster fire ceased, it's barrel lowered as it powered down. A burnt out fuse popped out of Mal's vambrace which was quickly replaced with a fresh new one. The vambrace was fully functional again and the whipcord retracted back into Mal's forearm."I've got an idea."Taking his blaster pistol, he aimed at the corner of the hallway that had the camera and blasted it into pieces. He then ran over to the turret, jumping up and grabbing the turret's housing with one hand and pulling out a multitool from his belt with his offhand. He opened up the turret's main console and sliced into it, connecting it directly to Mal's vambrace. He disconnected and closed up the console, then allowed himself to fall back to the ground landing on his feet. He pressed a button on his vambrace and the turret sprang back to life. A hologram appeared emitting from mal's vambrace showing display.--STATUS: OPERATIONAL-- --FRIENDLIES RECOGNIZED-- --CONFIRM FRIENDLIES-- Mal pressed confirm. --CONFIRMED-- "This will come in handy if we need to make quick getaway. And it'll watch our backs."Mal pressed a few more buttons and the turret retracted back into the ceiling. They continued on through the halls, Mal blasted every camera he could see along the way. They weren't sure which way to go, Mal just kept following the path that seemed to be the least cluttered with debris and wreckage. The path most traveled. It wasn't long before they came upon a sealed door that was at the center of a "T" intersection of hallways. It was the only door on the ship that wasn't smashed up or malfunctioning. In fact, it looked newly replaced and/or fixed up. This had to be it Mal thought. He tried the control panel--locked. Soon as he realized this though, two gamorrean's and two weequay armed with blaster rifles sprang out from down the halls on their left and their right. Mal activated his energy shield once again."Damn! Can you slice this door open while I take care of them?"
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Post by Tarfang on Feb 20, 2022 14:37:27 GMT -8
A chorus of blaster bolts screamed down the hall following the appearance of the weequay and gamorreans, causing Tarfang to hug the wall nearest the locked door, using the slight embedded lip of the door as cover. Old instincts kicked in and he found some of the fear leave him as muscle memory took over. The next thing he knew he was staring down the sight of his blaster and returning fire down the hall. Most of his shots went wide but it caused the weequay at least to falter their charge."Damn! Can you slice this door open while I take care of them?" "Only one way to find out. Cover me!" He shouted, firing two more blaster bolts down the right hall before practically leaping at the control panel. He jammed a paw into his coat pocket and fished around for a moment before retrieving his trusty multitool. Within seconds he had the panel cover removed and was deep in the controls mechanical guts. Much cursing and a great deal of muttering under his breath followed. "Was it red to blue or red to green? Oh never mind, I think I got it." Completing whatever he was doing, Tarfang pulled his head out of the panel housing and hit the door controls. Instead of opening, however, a thick durasteel blastdoor slammed down overtop of the original locked door. "Kriff! I can fix this." He squeezed his head back into the open panel and continued rummaging about. "What I would give for a good socket spanner right about now."
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Post by Mal Drynlann on Feb 20, 2022 16:28:15 GMT -8
Mal could barely make out the words "socket spanner" from what Tarfang had muttered over the loud blaster fire. He reached into his belt and pulled out his multitool.
"Here!" He tossed it over to the ewok who was halfway inside the door's control panel, then focused back on the enemies firing on them. While blocking the blaster fire coming from the left side of the hallway with his shield, he could not block the fire coming from the right wing hallway, and so his beskar armor's integrity was finally put to the test. Sparks flew off the mandalorian iron as it took two shots to his back plate, and Mal stumbled a bit from the kinetic force. Regaining his balance, he kept his shield facing the left hallway while pivoting to aim his blaster down the right hallway to return fire. One of the weequay was knocked back when his chest erupted into an explosion of red energy. The Gamorrean next to him then took cover around the corner. Having not been paying attention to the left hall now, Mal took took two more shots to his shoulder and chest. This time knocking him on his ass.
This wasn't working. Mal's armor wasn't pure beskar, it can't handle sustained damage like this. Time to change strategies. He reached into his belt once again, and let a smoke bomb roll out next to him. The smoke engulfed both Mal and Tarfang and was so thick that neither of them could be seen anymore. The goons continued to fire however not knowing where to aim anymore. Mal, still on the ground, rolled over into a prone position and activated the thermal imaging on his visor. He pulled his cycler rifle from his back and took aim down the left hallway. Deafening shots rang out as the slugthrower announced it's arrival. This time the other gamorrean guard fell. There was still one weequay and one gamorrean left.
"Whatever you're doing, do it faster!"
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Post by Tarfang on Feb 21, 2022 6:14:38 GMT -8
A paw snapped up and caught the multi-tool without Tarfang even pulling his big head out of the panel. He immediately went to work with a renewed effort, doing his best not to let the firefight distract him from what he was doing. Believe it or not, the problem wasn't the ewok amateur slicer, but the poor maintained quality of the ship's circuits itself. That's what spending a few decades in the trash heap will do, he supposed. He finally managed to connect a port correctly without the wire crumbling into dust, and was thus rewarded with a hiss as the blastdoor retracted. That still left original locked door to deal with.He nearly jumped out of his fur when he heard Mal hit the ground, the sound of metallic armour resonating throughout the hall. Then as the smoke bomb enveloped the hall, it occurred to him that maybe there was an easier way. Grabbing the sides of the panel housing, he squeezed his head back out and stood up, still hugging the wall despite everything being obscured by smoke.THUNK! The sound of wood striking metal echoed as Captain Tarfang's felucian cherry cane struck the floor, now released from his grip. A grey paw slid into the folds of his blue long coat and grasped a cylindrical hilt with an elegant wrist guard. "Time to change strategies." He said, before thumbing the activation stud on the handle.SNAP/HISS! Emerging from the emitter on the top of the handle, a thin acid yellow beam of light lanced out to a meter in length. Taking a breath, Tarfang stepped out into the middle of the hall and immediately deflected a blaster bolt, followed by another, then once more but this time angling it back towards the shooter. A pained cry sounded from the weequay as his shoulder was dinged. Not out of the game, but wounded. He then looked the other way and fired a successive three shots towards the opposite hall, knowing a gamorrean was there even if he couldn't see him. Finally, turning on the door barring their path, he lowered the tip of the lightfoil and thrust it into the wall next to the door.With any small amount of luck... The door opened.
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Mal Drynlann
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Post by Mal Drynlann on Feb 21, 2022 14:31:28 GMT -8
Mal stood up in awe of what he just saw through his thermal imaging, the heat from the blade nearly blinding him. He flicked off the thermal as the smoke slowly began to disperse, revealing Tarfang standing there with... what Mal had only heard about in stories of old wizards. The smoke completely cleared out and revealed the dead gamorrean Tarfang shot and the wounded weequay on the ground and groaning in pain. Mal quickly ran over to the scumbag and hefted him off the ground, dragging him over to Tarfang and plopping him down on his knees in front of the ewok. The weequay's eyes widened as he gazed upon the triumphant looking teddy bear.
"Y-you... You're a... j-jedi!"
Part of Mal wanted to say the same thing to Tarfang. He kept quiet though. He knows it's better to be professional and not ask his clients questions. Though he also knows his curiosity may yet get the better of him. He gave the weequay a love tap at his remark, demanding his silence.
"Well, He's... Definitely not your average ewok." Admittedly, Mal was impressed by Tarfang's display of martial prowess. Was that... respect Mal was starting to feel? Mal shook it off and re-focused his thoughts. He drew his blaster and pointed it at the weequay's head.
"What do you want to do with him?"
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Tarfang
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Post by Tarfang on Feb 21, 2022 19:24:14 GMT -8
Thumbing the activation stud, he deactivated the lightfoil and returned the ornate hilt to its place concealed within his long coat. He stood there, one paw on his hip, the other still holding his bryar pistol pointed at the floor. He smirked when the weequay took him for a Jedi. It stood to reason of course, but he still found it funny. There wasn't so much as a microbe of midi-chlorians flowing through his old veins. Still, some explanation was in order he supposed. With his right paw he reached up and grabbed the rim of his tricorn hat, then took it off to perform a mock bow.
"No, not a Jedi. Cap'n Tarfang, leader of the Bespin Blood Pirates. Retired, or at least I was until recently. As for this..." He patted the spot on his coat where the lightfoil was concealed. "...you don't get very far pirating in the Tapani sector without one of these. Every noble thinks he's the greatest saber-rake that ever lived. Turns out most aren't half as good as an ewok with a bit of formal training."
Semi-formal, really. It just so happened to be Tarfang's childhood friend Endor who had taught him how to use a lightsaber. He'd never have the reflexes of someone with Force sensitivity, but learning from a former Jedi Master had its advantages.
He bent forwards, leaning close to the weequay until his face was only an inch away, peering into the alien's fearful eyes with his one good eye.
"As for what we are going to do with him, that depends on how helpful he plans on being." He pressed the muzzle of his blaster to the weequay's groin. "You are planning on being helpful, right?"
Tears formed in the corners of the alien's eyes and he nodded his head nervously, gulping as he looked down at the weapon so close to his family jewels. He spoke slowly, the fear evident in his tone.
"Whatever ya need. I swear on me mudda's life."
"Excellent." Replied Tarfang, holstering his blaster. He looked at Mal. "This fellas just volunteered to walk us straight to Leebo."
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