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Post by Eliana Shan on Mar 7, 2015 20:22:10 GMT -8
She smiled.
Perfect.
She hopped down from the rafters onto the stack of crates, then onto the solitary crate nearby, then onto the floor. She knew she had only a short time before something went wrong with her plan; she had gained the element of surprise, but that was always a short-lived thing. Alena couldn't afford herself the luxury of taking her time.
She approached the downed "cargo", toggling the button on her keyboard to turn off the sonic emitters quickly before reaching out with her right hand and grasping his wrist gently but firmly.
"Come on. This way."
She knew that he would be in the same predicament as the rest of the ruffians down here, but she hoped at least something got through. If not, oh well. He was probably in so much pain, and so broken as evidenced by his demeanor earlier, that he would comply with the pull on his wrist..
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Post by Corr on Mar 7, 2015 21:07:20 GMT -8
He did comply, stumbling blindly to his feet as she tugged on his wrist. The man blinked several times, his eyes screwed up in pain, breath coming in sharps gasps as his legs trembled under him like the unsteady pins of a newborn Nerf. Her voice sounded as though it was spoken through a long tube, echoing strangely within his damaged ears as he shook his head to try and focus. Finally his eyes managed to get all the blurs sorted out into some semblance of order, the tears in his eyes adding a wavery image to what he saw. The girl was slight, several inches shorter than him when he stood up straight, and had a strange orange strip over her eyes and extending back to cover her ears. A type of visor it seemed. Her hair was a riot of two colours, blue and red clashing as if struggling for dominance over the head they both occupied. She was garbed in pink top and black pants, a white jacket over them...
"WHO ARE YOU?"
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His voice rang out loudly, his senses battered by the sonic attack causing him to over do his words as he struggled to keep his feet. Wondering what the hell was going on the man began to stumble forward, looking to walk past the girl and get the hell out of this madness.
Priest managed to find his feet but his legs were shaky, the audio attack battering at him relentlessly. His teeth clenched savagely and he could taste the iron tang of bloody in his mouth. His narrowed eyes tried to focus, tears blurring his sight, and managed to make out his foes. All four were on the ground writhing in pain and he could see no sign of Valus Jaxter. His mind spun. If this attack had been the work of Jaxter and his goons then why were they...He grunted as realisation came to him. There was a third playing in this endeavor. One that sought to distract and...
All of a sudden the assault stopped. As quick as it had been upon him the withering barrage of sound waves were gone, his mind freed of the relentless barrage. He spat on the floor as he let out a withering breath, bloody from where he had bitten his tongue splattering on the floor in a crimson stain. Kad's presence filled him, rejuvenating him from the ordeal and whispering warnings into his mind...
The sound of his cargo's voice alerted him to the developments behind him and he spun around, both blasters coming up to target the mark. His eyes alighted on the man stumbling forward on a line that would take him around the ship from Priest and next to him... He blinked his eyes in an effort to get the tears out and focus.
Taylir bic, ad'ika... Ne gotal'ur tracyn gar.
In his befuddled state he had reverted to Mando'a, his mind seeking out the familiar as its cognitive process tried to adapt to what pretty much amounted to a concussion. Likely they hadn't understood a word he had said...
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Mar 8, 2015 9:15:37 GMT -8
Somehow, her feet led her to the warehouse district. Adelle pulled up short when she realized her surroundings had changed. These streets were darker, far less crowded than the glittering strips she'd started in. If she stilled herself, she could hear the noise of the glitz and glamor, if only just. Distantly, she felt the turbulence in the Refugee Sector shift and roil thunderously. Adelle's brows furrowed and she dug her comlink out of a pants pocket. If Na'an hadn't acknowledged her, she was busy. Leigh, however, could manage multiple tasks simultaneously. She tuned in to the droid's comm frequency.
::Leigh, it's Adelle. What's happening?:: she said. A spike of pain nearby caught her attention. Adelle swore and pulled up the cowl of her coat. Everything was just happening all at once tonight, it seemed. She headed for the warehouse where the spike came from. Two people ran out of it: a woman with multi-colored hair and a ragged man. The man stumbled and shouted, hunched over and squinting. He was clearly in pain. The woman though. She moved with urgency and there was a distinct lack of a Force presence. Adelle was taken aback by the vacuum, almost missing the visor. Almost. The orange strip stretched over her eyes and wrapped around the sides of her head to protect her ears. And judging from the source of the man's pain, she'd been prepared for whatever had caused the ear-splitting pain. Which meant she knew in advance. Which meant she planned it. Adelle narrowed her eyes and began to shadow the woman. If she had all the pieces, she would've intervened. But more information was necessary.
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Post by Eliana Shan on Mar 8, 2015 12:48:24 GMT -8
"I'm a friend. Now let's get you out o-.."
Taylir bic, ad'ika... Ne gotal'ur tracyn gar.
She whirled immediately, yanking the man around to be in front of her, employing the same strategy as her attempted assailant had earlier. There was no way that this bounty hunter was going to damage his own cargo or let him come to harm, as she had seen evidenced earlier by him throwing the man out of harm's way. She had the advantage in this instance, since she was shorter than the yet-to-be-named man was, which meant she could hide more easily behind him.
"Yeah. Okay. Nari ibac, bal gar kash'kyr'amu. Gar nayc'copaani ibac. Diryci gar besbe'tracye!
Alena had been walking backwards, gently tugging at her human shield the whole time she had been talking. Her grip was not so tight as to imply that she was simply kidnapping him, and she dearly hoped he would realize this. She just knew that the bounty hunter wasn't going to risk losing his cargo just for a potshot at an eccentric woman..
And then they were out of the hangar, and she turned away from the near-deafened mercenaries to focus on the near-deafened man she was with.
"C'mon. We have to keep moving."
As they were walking, she reached over with her right hand and tapped on her left wrist, bringing her fingers together over it then spreading them apart. From her point of view, she could see the holographic keyboard come to life, projected by the implants in her wrist, and she tapped a few of the keys.
Inside the hangar, half of the other bugs she had installed went off, sending out waves of static interference designed to knock out recording and transmitting devices in a 15-meter radius around each one. She had been using these for years, and they came in handy for having meetings in private or eluding pursuers. She had also used them as decoys: if someone was looking for her jamming bugs, all she had to do was create a fake trail, and they'd be led astray. New Vertica was laced with probably millions of them by this point..
She waited for the confirmation that the bugs had gone off, then smiled. Hopefully, this would keep anyone from calling for reinforcements.. if they hadn't already done so. If they had, then.. Alena would deal with them as they came. She closed down the keyboard in the exact reverse of how she had opened it. In the back of her mind, she was glad no one was watching: from any point of view other than from directly behind her HUD, it would appear that she was tapping and pointing at thin air, the holographic keyboard only visible through her integrated visor..
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Post by Corr on Mar 8, 2015 13:30:23 GMT -8
Her lips moved to form words, their meaning only just fathomable to Priest as his ruined ears struggled to pick out the sounds. His surprise that she had understood and replied in kind lurked at the back of his mind but struggled to make its way to anything resembling a lucid thought, mired as it was in a brain that had just had the equivalent of a piano dropped on it. He watched as she disappeared around the rear strut of The Chapel, making her way towards a utility hatch. His leaden feet moved to follow, hand reaching out to grip one side on the ships hatch, steadying himself as he move in pursuit.
"Kad haar'chak, gar gotal'ur bic bid umaan..."
His weary tone complained mournfully from his lips as he made his slow, achining progress around the ship. A spike of warning alerted him to his danger a moment before the blaster bolt pinged off of the hull next to his head...
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Post by Kairos on Mar 8, 2015 13:58:02 GMT -8
The cessation of the sonic attack did not only free the bounty hunter from the assault, the mercenaries also stirring from where they had fallen, groping around from dropped weaponry. The Whiphid was the first to recover, reacting with the aggressive reactions his race was known for. With a cumbersome move the bulky creature rolled over his dropped blaster, scooping it up in his right hand, and bringing it to bear as he finished on his stomach. Seeing the target gone and only the Mandalorian in sight he fired off a shot that went wide by about a foot, pinging off the hull of the ship[ and flying off into the ceiling. He tried to adjust his aim but found his vision burning, zapping of two more wild shots as he began to struggle to his feet.
The two humans also recovered quickly, mere moments after the Whiphid. Their thoughts, though, were on their own survival as no man can spend creds when they were dead. Scurrying back on all fours for the cover of the cargo crates only one managed to retrieve his dropped weapon and even he would only react once behind the safety of cover.
The Trandoshan was last to regain clarity of thought, his tender senses assaulted in different ways than his mammalian colleagues. He fumbled on his knees for the repeating blaster, attempting to get his clawed hands around the modified stock and trigger housing, hissing in frustration as his body failed to comply...
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Valus struggled into a sitting position, back to the crate behind which he had taken cover. Bloody was running over his right eye from where he had cut his head falling and he pressed his sleeve to it in an attempt to staunch the flow. From his prone position he had seen the girl drop to the ground and make off with the prize, attempting to speak into the comlink that he held in his left hand. The assault stopped long enough for him to mutter a pained description before the channel dissolved in a high pitched whine of static that set his mind to frying again.
He waved his right hand frantically at his men, right hand still pressed to his bleeding head.
"Fire! FIRE! Don't let him escape!"
He needed that Mando dead so he could work on reclaiming the prize. The Price of failure... No. It was too scary to contemplate.
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Marv Narik was nearing the hangar from his position a few blocks away when the second call came in advising him of the change in circumstance. A tall gaunt man with a pockmarked face he was in command of a group of four men, each one at least partially proficient with the blaster rifle they were carrying. They were all dressed in similar attire, blue trousers, light T-shirt and dark jackets, and had the look of local militia rather than simple hired thugs. They were in a way. Working the Refugee sector as enforcers and bully boys for the cartels there. They had just formalised extortion and racketeering really but it was a decent living. Decent enough to have good blasters anyway.
"Change of plan boys. The target is moving our way and should be..."
And there he was, being ushered quickly down the street by a short female with red and blue hair. He jabbed a finger at them and waved his crew forward, the two Duros, one human and one Gree breaking into a jog.
"Set weapons for stun. I don't care of you kill the girl but the man must be taken alive..."
As they drew closer he reached down to his belt, pulling a flash grenade, before lobbing it up into the air. It would flying in a long looping arc to land several paces in front of the two figures either stunning them with its blast or forcing them back his way...
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Mar 8, 2015 16:34:37 GMT -8
As the woman pulled the man by his wrist, Adelle followed along on the walkway. The soles of her feet made no sound against the metal decking, her lightsaber firmly attached horizontally on her belt. No chance she'd be heard. A couple speeders flew by over their heads, the headlights glaringly bright in the semi-darkness of the street. Adelle shielded her eyes and continued shadowing the strange pair. Their chosen direction didn't seem wholly planned, more haphazard and hasty. That implicated a lot of different causes. But certainly, it indicated a threat they were running from. The question was which side was in the right and which wasn't.
She followed the walkway as it bridged over the street, coming to a stop in the middle. Something didn't feel right. Like more eyes were looking in this direction than before. Adelle glanced back down the street. A group of five bipeds rounded a corner. One gestured in this direction. The other four started sprinting.
"Shit," Adelle hissed. The one that had hung back, their leader if the gesture meant anything, looked to haul back and throw something, arcing high up in the air. Adelle opened up one of her palms towards the sky and called it down into her hand. "Shit!"
She half-flung, half-Force pushed the flashbang back at the group and turned away from its explosion. Well, if she hadn't been noticed before, she'd almost certainly be noticed now. Adelle used the shadows to reach a different vantage point. The gang would be blind and the runaways had their backs turned. Odds were in her favor of moving unseen but she didn't trust the odds. As she climbed a ladder to a higher catwalk, she mentally ran through what she knew in her head. One, the woman was prepared for an attack that damaged her target. Two, she was being pursued by a group of well-armed bipeds that were rather disorganized beyond a clear hierarchy of one leader. Three, there was no real law on Nar Shaddaa. Which meant the woman had interfered in something a sane person wouldn't have. And if the target was a bound man, chances were she interrupted a bounty exchange or a slave deal.
Guess she knew which side she was going to fight on. Quickly and quietly, Adelle made her way back towards the gang. She dropped down behind the leader, seemingly unarmed. Might as well give him a little warning before the fight.
"Run," she said.
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Post by Eliana Shan on Mar 8, 2015 19:31:21 GMT -8
She had known that they would be followed eventually. No, not even eventually. Pretty darn fast. So she was expecting to pick up something on her visor's motion tracker. What she wasn't expecting was for her visor to light up with a warning that someone in the general vicinity had used the Force. It was a non-specific technology at best, constantly scanning for evidence of the unique brainwaves that were only emitted when someone was focused on the all-pervasive energy field, but it still did its job well, and she whirled around, her eyes wide. She hadn't heard anyone, and they had to have been moving slowly enough not to trigger the motion tracker. Her brilliant blue eyes darted all over the street and the walkway, but she saw nothi-..
BANG.
Okay, so she didn't exactly see nothing. She saw the brilliant flash out of the corner of her right eye of a flashbang going off, in the alley they were standing at the intersection of, and she could -- obviously -- hear the loud report of the grenade's explosion. She briefly reflected on the fact that the night was filled with sonic attacks of various sorts. It made her miss her old armour and its sonic cannon setting...
She turned in the direction of the flashbang's detonation, saw a shadowy figure drop down in the center of a previously-unnoticed gang, which were more than likely the reinforcements that she had hoped to avoid, and made her move. She grabbed the man -- she really needed to get his name so she could stop thinking of him as just "the man" or "the cargo" -- and pulled him around behind the corner of the T-intersection they were in.
"Stay. Here."
She reached down with her left hand and grabbed the sidearm she had started carrying on her person after realizing last time that CQC was not always a viable option, and peeked around the corner to further observe..
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Post by Corr on Mar 8, 2015 20:11:16 GMT -8
Priest dropped to one knee as two more shots went sizzling through the air, both high and wide. Kads voice was thundering through him now, demanding that he silence these puny creatures in a wash of blood and fury. The eruption of conflict had his blood boiling and the adrenaline coursed through his system as the divine power of The Destroyer thrummed through him. His twin blaster came up to vent their disgust at the Whiphid as the creature struggled to his feet, spitting three times each in staggered tandem. The crimson bolts burned out towards the bulky torso, all on target to hit their mark.
"Ne shab'rud'ni shabuir!"
He roared out the words as he fired, tucking his left shoulder and tumbling through a roll. He came up two meters closer to his attackers, rising in one fluid motion to confront the Trandoshan still struggling with the rifle. Jamming his blasters back into their holsters he drew his beskad with a steely rasp. He no longer cared for ranged combat. He wanted to see blood on steel...
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Post by Kairos on Mar 8, 2015 20:33:38 GMT -8
The blaster bolts slammed into the Whiphids chest one after the other in a steady stream of deadly light. The impacts dragged the heavy creature off of his feet and sent him flailing backwards as each bolt added momentum to the stricken beasts flight. He flew passed where Valus Jaxter sat, crashing down on its shoulder blades in a cacophony of scorched flesh and singed fur. The Trandoshan fumbled with its blaster but couldn't seem to take its eyes off the now towering form mere feet away from it, its claws becoming a pair of boxing gloves as it tried to sort itself out. The human with the blaster fired a few half-hearted shots in the Mandalorians direction, even managing to put one on target, while his colleague couldn't seem to take his eyes of the gruesome spectacle of the Whiphid smoking corpse.
The Trandoshan hissed something in its native tongue as he finally got his act together, raising the blaster rifle towards the approaching bounty hunter. Its finger tightened on the trigger, a leering look of hunger and relief contrasting on its reptilian feature, only to click uselessly against the housing. With a look of horror realisation came to it that the safety had be set while he had been struggling with the weapon...
Valus flinched as the body of the Whiphid went careening past, a look of frustration settling on his sharp features. Using the crates as cover he began to make his way away from the conflict, making for the service hatch through which the target had escaped.
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The flashbangs detonation flared in the air just above the heads of the approaching thugs, the concussive force knocking them to their knees. While not directing in their line of sight the intense flash was enough to leave glaring blobs of colour across their vision, rendering them near-blind for the moment. Eyes blinking rapids the Duros were the first to their feet, huge eyes dazed from the effects of the grenade. The human shook his head as he leaned forwards on hand and knees while the Gree curled up in a fetal ball, the effects on the three eyestalk causing considerable pain.
Marv blinked as he too caught the flare of the discharge causing his eyes to water. He frowned in shock at the positioning of the device, sure his throw had been better than that. He raised his blaster to track the target but she and the mark ducked around a corner before he could draw a bead. Taking a step forward in pursuit he was about to call out when..
Guess she knew which side she was going to fight on. Quickly and quietly, Adelle made her way back towards the gang. She dropped down behind the leader, seemingly unarmed. Might as well give him a little warning before the fight."Run," she said.
The voice made him start, shocking him but only for an instant. Marv was a fighter and hadn't survived for forty-odd years on the streets of Nar Shaddaa by being surprised easily. He spun around anti-clockwise, his right hand bringing the blaster rifle around like a club in a backhand strike. His left hand dived down to his belt for the vibro-knife sheathed there as he began to crouch at the culmination of his spin.
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Mar 9, 2015 18:50:53 GMT -8
She felt the man moving before his brain had even sent the signal to his muscles. Following the flow of the Force, she ducked beneath the wild backhanded strike then launched herself up and drove her right elbow up into his chin. Her momentum added to his crouching would give her the greater impact. And with any luck, the rising elbow strike would knock him unconscious. The other thugs recovered from the flashbang and it looked like the Gree and a Duros wanted a fight. The Gree approached from her one o'clock, Duros from her ten. She planted her left foot and pivoted, slamming her shin into part of the Gree's brain sack. It crumpled to the street from the impact. Adelle spun around, calling her lightsaber hilt into her hand and pointing it at the Duros. He looked at it then at her, and ran. She clipped her saber to her belt and scanned the area for the other two. Aside from the woman with the technicolor hair, the street was empty. But the sounds from inside the warehouse grew louder. They wouldn't be alone for long. She jogged over to the woman, raising empty hands as she slowed to a stop.
"Where's your 'rescue mission?' " she asked. "You've got company coming and you need to move faster."
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Post by Eliana Shan on Mar 12, 2015 19:29:48 GMT -8
Well. Looks like her blaster would be useless for the moment too. Ah, well. She was more in the mood for sneaky tactics than a direct firefight anyway. Alena was a little bit wary as the other woman came up to her at a jog, but at least she was presenting herself as an ally.
The fact that she had just taken out a group of enemies was a bit of an indicator as well.
"Right over here," she said, gesturing behind the wall, where the man was huddling up, seemingly waiting for his ordeal to be over.
She eyed the other woman up and down, sizing her up, then smirked. "I'm guessing you're the one who was lighting up the Force. Thanks for the assist."
She turned her attention back to the direction of the hangar, her right hand coming up and pressing a button on the side of her visor. There was a brief moment as her eyes went unfocused, reading a steady stream of data flowing across her visor, before she turned back to regard the newcomer.
"'Company' is a known quantity in this case. Two humans, a Whiphid, and a Trandoshan on one side; a single Mandalorian on the other. And neither side is going to be calling for reinforcements in the immediate future."
She watched as her new ally approached the injured man, then once again turned her visual focus on their surroundings.
"Name's Alena, by the way." Oh, to hell with it. "But you can call me Elly."
Her exile was over.. She might as well start going by her old name again. Or at least her nickname. The cover story of Alena wasn't necessary any longer..
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Post by Corr on Mar 12, 2015 21:45:36 GMT -8
Back in the hangar the beskad tore upwards, Priest using the momentum of drawing the weapon to fuel a savage swipe that sheared through the muzzle of the blaster carbine the Trandoshan was desperately trying to release the safety catch on. The weapon exploded into two pieces, a flare of blue energy sizzling around the stock and trigger housing. Without pause the big Mandalorian twisted his wrists and spun his blade over his head in a quick horizontal arc to send the weapon crashing towards the howling reptilian creature. Stepping into the strike as his foe flinched away Priest grunted in satisfaction as the beskad crunched sickeningly into the shoulder of the scaly being, ripping through sinew, bone and flesh almost to mid thorax. Blood gushed in a small fountain from the nearly severed neck and gushed from the gaping mouth as the creatures eyes widened in horror. With a contemptuous snarl Priest kicked the twitching creature off of his blade as Kads benediction surged through his veins.
Movement caught his eyes and his head whipped around to see Jaxter darting for the utility hatch behind the ship. With a guttural growl Priest turned and began to stalk after the man, gore dripping from his hideous sword to splatter a trail along the ferrocrete floor. A warning roared through him as The Destroyer sought to shield his chosen, the sound of a blaster report echoing across the open space. With a sizzling snarl a crimson bolt pinged off his shoulder, the armour causing it to glance off into the ceiling.
"Hutuun'la chakaar!"
His voice thundered through the hangar as he spun to face his assailant, blaster seeming to appear in his hand by magic. The man's pale face peered over the edge of the cargo crate, the blaster propped before it. Another shot snapped off to whistle past over his shoulder. Priest watched it go, head twisting to watch it bounce off the hull of the Enforcer harmlessly. Turning back to the gunman he grinned a smile full of teeth and gestured with his beskad.
"Jate bora, ad'ika."
He called merrily, the look of amusement likely just as terrifying as one of rage. The man seemed to abandon any balls he had grown and fled for the exit. With barely a flicker of movement Priest shot him in the back, putting a smoking hole between the shoulder blades. Priest paused, leaning to his right slightly to try and get eyes on the last man cowering behind the crate. With a sneer of disdain her stepped to his right, holstering his blaster, and crouched next to the body of the Trandoshan. With deft movements he wiped the blood off his sword, using the big lizards flightsuit as a cloth. Straightening he slammed the weapon back into its sheath and pulled a metal cylinder off his belt. At around six inches long and two across the diameter it fit nicely in the hand, with the red button resting just below the thumb. Walking unhurriedly over to the ship he disappeared inside for a few seconds before returning with his helmet firmly settled upon his head and a Karpaki fifty held in his left hand. Depressing the button on the cylinder to arm the device he casually rolled it across the floor towards the crate before turning and making for the hatch through which is quarry had escaped...
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Post by Kairos on Mar 12, 2015 22:16:12 GMT -8
Valus managed to come around the corner from where the hatch spilled into the street just in time to see the lightsaber blaze to life in the hand of a young woman with brown hair tied into a braid. Cursing under his breath he quickly turned away and crossed the grimy walkway to huddle in the mouth of an alleyway with several street rat denizens of the area. Their eyes were locked on the spectacle of what had just transpired and Valus felt safe joining them in their scrutiny. With so many eyes on her it was unlikely that Force User would be able to pick him out of the crowd, still he was careful not to be too attentive. He raised his comlink only to get static and swore savagely as his eyes fell upon the crumpled form of Marv. The man seemed to be unconscious and his chin jutted out gruesomely at an unnatural angle.
His mind worked furiously to seek some way to salvage this situation, looking for any angle to pull this fiasco back into some semblance of control. Without comms he could not call in anymore backup and he certainly couldn't fight his way to a profitable resolution. He grimaced. Profit. It was greed that had got him into this mess and now it was more than money that would be lost if he couldn't at least have some kind of story to tell his employers. A muffled thud drifted out from the hangar bay causing the group of interested eyes to drift towards the doorway to the bay. Valus watched as the women clipped her weapon to her belt and trotted off to disappear round a bend.
He rose from his crouching position and moved away from where he had seen the woman go for several paces and turned right through a rusty doorway. A flight of steps took him up a level where the cut through a run down apartment block and out onto a balcony. Glancing down he spied the the woman once again, also catching sight of the mark and his abductor. Holding a hand to his head, pleased to note the blood flow had stopped, he casually leaned on the rail, just a man making use of his balcony...
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Eryl Lomac...
He seemed to be moving underwater, ever motion and breath an effort. Whatever drugs that Mando had given him to keep him pliant had yet to wear off and he moved through the world in a dream. His mind sluggishly processed the information his senses gave him, watching things unfold as if it were a strange play performed by an alien race for which he had no reference to judge their strange mannerisms. When the sound had burst forth to assault senses that were only just trying to right themselves he seemed to retreat once again into the semi-catatonic state within which he had spent the last twelve hours. Thus he had stumbled along after the girl with the red and blue hair, trying manfully to figure out if that really was her hair or whether it was a side effect of his current condition.
He stumbled and dropped to his knees as she tugged him urgently into some cover behind a wall. flinching as another detonation went off somewhere behind them. He rubbed his hands over his face and blinked several times, trying to get his mind to work again. He tasted blood in his mouth as he worked his jaw, trying to get his muscles obeying him again. He started again as the women spoke suddenly, calling out to someone. With a fearful expression he looked up to see another woman appear around the corner.
"P...p..please..."
His voice came haltingly, throat raw from screaming as the sonic assault had drove him senseless, but at least it worked giving him a little hope that the fog that permeated his brain was wearing off.
"Please..." His voice was stronger this time. "Who are you? What's going on?"
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Mar 13, 2015 18:57:17 GMT -8
"Right over here," she said. "I'm guessing you're the one who was lighting up the Force. Thanks for the assist." "P...p..please..."
His voice came haltingly, throat raw from screaming as the sonic assault had drove him senseless, but at least it worked giving him a little hope that the fog that permeated his brain was wearing off.
"Please..." His voice was stronger this time. "Who are you? What's going on?" "Hush," Adelle said. She kept her voice level and calm, enough to get him to quiet down but firm enough to instill a sense of urgency. "My name is Adelle Bastiel. I'm a Jedi. I'm here to help." The downy hairs on her nape rose as she picked up on a familiar sensation. They were being followed. She couldn't pinpoint the source, divided as her attention was, but followed wasn't good. They'd have to get to a more secure location than this if she was to actually get to the bottom of things. "Remain still. I'm going to heal you," she told the man, touching her fingers to his forehead. Inwardly, she bristled at Elly's handling of the situation so far; the tympanic membranes in both ears were ruptured and the cochlea nerves were pulsing with pain. Even the eustachian tube had suffered some trauma. She repaired these quickly and quietly, leaving the man's headache alone. The undercurrents of drugs flowing through his brain had to be left alone. They didn't have the time currently. She let her hand fall when she'd healed the damage done by Elly and stood."We need to—" << Got a message for an Adelle Bastiel, forwarded from Vidalu Na'an and .. Leigh. Apparently your comms are being jammed. Got a target heading your way, detain if possible. >> "We need to move. Somewhere secure. Elly, I'm assuming you know a place." She helped the man get to his feet, his balance and motions much better now that he had full use of his ears and the balance therein. "We're being followed. Take him. I'll drop back and see if I can find who's following. Then I'll find you and we're talking about my comms being jammed." She sprinted down the alley, turned a corner, and darted up a couple walkways, keeping to the shadows. When she felt she'd gotten high enough, she started blending in with various groups milling about the walkways. Her eyes roved over faces, analyzing body language, looking for something that spoke of interest in the man and Elly. She opened her senses up to the Force, extending herself out to the Refugee Sector to answer the one that contacted her for Na'an and Leigh.Not deaf. Acknowledged.She'd have to enlist Elly's help on that. The girl seemed to have her fingers EVERYWHERE on Nar Shaddaa—stupid comm jamming nerf-herder—so maybe, just maybe, she had camera surveillance somewhere near the Refugee Sector. Eyes on that area would be amazing. First though, she needed to extricate themselves from the current knot they found themselves in. One thing at a time. |
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Post by Eliana Shan on Mar 16, 2015 13:19:02 GMT -8
Her main reaction to the other woman's response -- or lack thereof -- was the raising of a single eyebrow. At least the woman had given her name, although it wasn't directed at her. That was good. If she ended up going the entire night without learning the name of anyone she wound up with in the streets, she was going to be very grumpy.
Honestly, though, Alena hadn't thought she had done that much damage to the man. It was just a couple of sonic emitters. Probably he was sensitive from his time in the Mandalorian's custody, and that had made him more vulnerable... Oh well. Lucky that Adelle had stopped by when she had, then.
"Yeah, I know a place. Or two. But-.."
And then she was off, without waiting to hear the rather important part of the sentence.
"..how exactly are you gonna find me..?" Alena said to the empty air that the Jedi had left behind. It was a valid question. She couldn't comm ahead, not as long as the jammers were still active (which they would be until their supposed follower had been taken care of), and Alena's visor put her outside of Force detection. Unless Adelle had happened to get a fix on the man's Force signature, however minute that might be, in the short amount of time they had been together..
She shook her head. She didn't doubt that they would see the other woman again sometime soon. But for now, moving was indeed a good idea.
"C'mon, you." She held out her hand, palm up, to the formerly-injured man, affecting a confident smile. "Shall we away to somewhere less out-in-the-open and more let's-not-get-shot?"
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Post by Kairos on Mar 16, 2015 15:06:24 GMT -8
Eryl flinched slightly at the Jedi's touch, a look of sudden fear crossing his pain-stricken features. Even when the pain began to fade he still remained fearful of the woman and her fell sorcery though he said nothing as to his mistrust. His eyes moved to the other female as the Jedi made her way back the way they had come, peering at the multi-haired girl with the visor. It appeared the two were working together though this one didn't seem particularly thrilled at the idea. His mind was clearing and he could now make out the words being spoken to him without the difficulty of moments ago, words that caused him to become uneasy in their casual insistence.
"If I were to disagree?"
The defiance shocked even him, the words seeming to portray a bravery he did not really feel. There was a part of him that mistrusted this woman, he had no idea as to her identity or her intentions, though another part was sure he was better off now than he had been in the hangar. Still, he had no intention of going blindly along to whatever fate awaited him in the company of someone who, despite her words, still appeared to be his captor.
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Post by Corr on Mar 16, 2015 16:29:30 GMT -8
Priest entered the street backdropped through the narrow hatch by the explosion his grenade had triggered. Crates were thrown everywhere, some to bounce of the hull of the uncaring Mandalorian, to crash smouldering and smoking to the ferrocrete surface. The gruesome deaths head helmet the bounty hunter now wore turned left and right as he emerged into the quickly emptying street, those onlookers who had found their curiosity piqued suddenly finding some other place far more interesting. He shook his right arm a little to let the rifle that was hanging from that shoulder drop comfortably into his grasp, raising the stock slightly as he scanned the street. A red light pulsed at the very top of his HUD indicating that comms had been jammed and the display itself flickered every now and then as it fought against the electronic disruption. Likewise his scanners struggled through the interference, the signal coming from his quarry via a tracking bug he had installed just for such an eventuality just a vague pulsing beacon that gave him direction and not much else. Inserted under the skin near the mans trachea it lay in a very difficult place to remove lest life giving channels be cut, or so he had been assured by the rogue two-one-bee droid he had engaged the services of.
He turned to his left and took several steps before stopping above the downed form of a human male whose attire vaguely resembled that of the men that had been in the hangar, men who had thought to interfere with Priests goals. The man struggled to raise a comlink to his lips, muttering into the useless device as he tried to get his bearings. His jaw was hopelessly broken and blood ran freely from mouth, nose and right ear, but the bounty hunter thought he picked out the word 'Jedi' in the vague mumbling. The information wasn't surprising given the scene and the interference so far, not to mention the muted rumblings of Kads anger. Hell Priest could pretty much smell the intervention.
"Mirjahaal, burc'ya...."
The voice snarled horribly from the speakers built into the helmet, the 'face' of the buy'ce seeming to grin down at the man with evil malice. His left hand came down to stroke the man's hair, a strangely gentle gesture that was likely more terrifying because of its tender touch. the armoured hand brushing blood-matted hair away from the right eye.
"Kad buycikase gar yaim.""
The blaster sang out with its thunderous song to smash the mans head all over the street in a fan of gore and smoking skull. The rifle had casually found itself orientated on the mans upper face and a twitch of the finger was all it took to eliminate another obstacle from his goal. Straightening up Priest looked at the gruesome display for another second before he turned his huge frame towards where the signal blinked feebly...
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on Mar 23, 2015 18:42:56 GMT -8
An explosion sounded from inside the hangar where all this started. Adelle paused on a small catwalk arching over the street and airspace. Speeders rushed overhead with gusts of wind and growls from their engines. She hadn't realized she'd backtracked this far. The man she'd incapacitated with an elbow strike still laid on the street. A Mandalorian decked in full armor strode out of the hangar. He bore a sword and a blaster rifle, and his strides were filled with conviction. Adelle leaned against the railing, watching discreetly as the Mando deliberately walked over to the laid out human. She saw him pat his head, a kind gesture from almost anyone else. Her gut churned with a sickening dread. The Force became turbulent, like a river running over rapids. She breathed in and flinched. The shot. Blood. Death. She exhaled. The Force rippled with the man's death. The Mando looked at the corpse, as if admiring his work, and then turned and walked purposely in one direction. Those that had seen what had happened steered clear of the Mando. Some went to loot the corpse. Adelle crossed the rest of the catwalk and jumped up to grab onto another walkway. She hauled herself up and pushed past the other pedestrians. The Mando and his inexorable will—his Force presence—were headed right for Elly and the mystery man. The follower was now a secondary priority; the Mando was the real threat.
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Post by Eliana Shan on Mar 23, 2015 21:37:38 GMT -8
And there went the other eyebrow, rising up to match its counterpart's ascension at Adelle's stoic lack-of-response. The defiance was unexpected, but a moment's consideration let her see exactly where he was coming from. Her hand lowered, planting it firmly on her right hip.
"I wouldn't stop you. I just got you out of there; what you do with that freedom is up to you."
She shrugged.
"I'm just offering my help at this point. There's safety in numbers for sure, and I can at least get you somewhere away from the mando'ad who brought you here and the mercs who came to pick you up. But hey, if you wanna walk away.."
She turned on her heel and started to walk the few meters back towards the intersection where Adelle had met them, when a single blaster shot rang out, the crack of its report cutting through the night and echoing off the walls of the surrounding buildings. She recognized the sound of the blaster as the same model used by the Mando earlier, which meant that the man had recovered, and she doubted that any of her old tricks would work. A few short strides and a peek around the corner confirmed her suspicions: the Mando, now donned in his protective buy'ce, was in the alley where the band of reinforcements had been felled.
Alena ducked back around the corner before he could turn around and see her. There wasn't much time left, and she started mentally running through all her available options.
The main option available to her was to turn tail and run. But she didn't want the man to do anything incredibly stupid after the trouble she had gone through to get him out of his situation, and that meant she was going to have to create a distraction while he got away.
"Your friend's here. Wanna stick around?"
She hoped that the man would have the good sense enough to do the smart thing and run..
Another fact registered in her mind: this mando'ad had walked out of the hangar, while the mercenaries were nowhere to be seen. The showdown, therefore, had a quite apparent victor. It also seemed that he had done so single-handedly (though she had no doubt that the chaos sown by her sonic assault had allowed him to gain a bit of an advantage) and that he had no need for reinforcements. With that in mind, she figured that she could most likely shut down the comm jammers.. It would open up the other possibility of sending out diversionary commwaves and broadcasts in another sonic assault of sorts, aimed less at causing harm and more at causing general annoyance and lack of focus.
The only other option she had was the one she was most unwilling to use. That would be a last resort measure.
So, with nothing better in mind, she brought her hand up, tapping her visor and restoring comms to the area for the moment. A few more quick commands, and she had patched into one of her bugs at the opposite end of the alley, back behind where the Mando was facing on his approach towards the unlucky pair. When next she spoke, the comm signal transmitted to the bug and bounced back towards him, aiming to hopefully give him a moment's pause to question the source.
:: Yaimpa ori'iviin'yc? Gar gotal'u ni aala vutyc. Vor'e! ::
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