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Feb 11, 2014 18:12:21 GMT -8
Post by Palatine, Argos Theties Echion on Feb 11, 2014 18:12:21 GMT -8
Argos stepped onto his personal parapet towards his docked Theta-class shuttle, as it was finishing it's final preps for the journey to Coruscant. His Noghri bodyguards flanking him as he made his way up the landing ramp and into the lavishly furnished interior of the otherwise stark craft.
"Zed." Argos called as he sat in a couch made of the finest leathers.
Yes, Master Argos? The protocol droid answered as he floated up the ramp. Is there something the miss?
"Where is Deirdre?" He responded curtly as two handmaidens came to Argos' side. One with a glass, the other with a decanter containing a mahogany colored liquid.
She has gone ahead of us. To make sure that your accommodations are... satisfactory, Master. Zed replied matter-o-factly, floating past the two imposing Noghri and in front of Argos.
"I see..." Was all Argos said, as he was handled his crystal etched glass. "Thank you Amelia." He said with a smile to the tall, fiery red haired woman as she bowed and went towards the aft compartment. no sooner had Argos thanked Amelia, that he allowed his other maid to pour an ample amount into his glass before waving her off. "Thank you Pel." He said to the pale, yet darkly haired maid, before she gave him a bow and followed Amelia.
Argos leaned back into the chair and drank deeply, before sighing. "Lets see how they deal with me on their turf...."
With all occupants aboard, the Theta-class shuttle ascended into the Brentaallian sky and went for orbit.
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Post by Palatine, Argos Theties Echion on Mar 1, 2014 9:56:16 GMT -8
The landing ramp hadn't even toughed the dock before Argos was out of the shuttle. The determination on his face evident as much as his stride towards his penthouse.
"Zed, I want an encrypted feed to this Sinistra on Kuat." Argos ordered in a clipped tone. Zed just bowed and floated ahead of the man. "Pel, Amelia... I have a mission for you." He continued, as he stepped back into his lavish accommodations and went straight to the bar. The women he had called following him as he prepared himself a glass of fine Anzat whiskey. "Go to Kuat, blend in, use your gifts. I need more information than I'll get parleying on my owe. Oh, and no killing."
Pel and Amelia grinned, before giving Argos a bow in unison. "We'll do as instructed," They answered before turning on their heels and exiting the penthouse.
Argos nodded, before taking a drink form his crystal glass. Everything would move along, everything would be orchestrated to allow for him to be the provider of the Empire and Republic.
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Mar 20, 2014 17:41:19 GMT -8
Post by Palatine, Argos Theties Echion on Mar 20, 2014 17:41:19 GMT -8
Her business attended to, she turned her attention to the message she had gotten from the senator from Brentaal. Palatine, Argos Theties Echion, I think his name was? She replayed the video, watching his body language, and considering her response before she recorded it and sent it back to him.Senator Echion, I'm glad that my words in the Republic chamber did not fall completely on deaf ears. It is hard to gauge the reactions in a hall so large when the despotic boos echo so loudly in your ears. As for your proposal, it would require some definite negotiations. But at face value, how is your offer any different from theirs? You do not wish to join the Empire or the Republic, only to take advantage of our prosperity without taking on any of the risk. Your world sits at a vital hyperspace junction and if you claim neutrality, you foster hostilities from both sides for the movement of goods. But I think I can solve part of the problem. No imperial goods will leave imperial space. I'm sure that will get the Republic and your attention to the matter that is at hand. I will not continue to let them skim off the benefits of the Empire while they do nothing to protect it or help it. I look forward to speaking with you again, Senator Echion.. Her business concluded for the day, she leaves the hall and heads to her rooms to pack for the trip to Shili.
Master Argos, are yo- Zed started to ask, as Argos continued to laugh, before sitting back in his armchair and pouring himself another glass of exorbitantly expensive liquor.
"Fine..." Argos managed through his laughter. "Oh, just fine, Zed." He continued before taking a drink,and laughing again. "She mocks me, but I like it. IS that wrong, Zed?" Argos asked, his protocol droid. Zed knowing the whole while that his Master was more than a little intoxicated.
There is nothing wrong with playing hard to get, is there, Master Argos? Zed replied swiftly, playing on Argos' prolific womanizing. Would this message not state that she is most interested in this alliance, despite the fact that we would rather remain neutral to both parties?
Argos nodded his head at Zed, and started to laugh again. "Oh, how right you are." He downed the last of his glass and threw it up against the wall, where his holo-net feed had been. All that remained was a sparking console. "Playing hard to get only makes getting it so much more appealing." Argos smiled, before waving a dismissive hand to his bodyguards and Zed. |
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Jul 3, 2014 15:57:27 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2014 15:57:27 GMT -8
The ride down was quiet. While Sin focused on the unenviable task of manhandling the ship through Brentaal's ample shipping lanes, Eralam was in the back, loading up on gear. Since his humanization, he had been forced to come to the realization that the way he normally fought, AKA tanking any damage that came his way and putting holes in things from up close, was going to need a little tweaking for the more vulnerable, mortal body. To that end, he had decided to start using armored chest plates, ones that anyone familiar with his old robotic chassis would recognize instantly. The articulated durasteel plates were heavy as hell, but they were both familiar and comforting. Eralam knew how they would move, knew how much damage they could take, and if he wasn't quite as powerful in the Force as he once was, he made up for it with a surprising amount of finesse. He could throw himself around with far greater agility than a man his size, wearing plates that heavy, should have been able to.
In addition, he had added a long range option to his arsenal. The Colt still sat on his right hip and the rapier sat on the left, but mag-clamped across his back was another antique. The old bolt action rifle was nearly as tall as Sin, and from the looks of things, probably weighed about as much, too. The fallen Whill had acquired it some time ago, but had only recently taken to using it again.
And if you guessed that all of this prep work was an excuse to not talk, well, he wouldn't say you were right, but that was because he wasn't talking.
As they set down in the spaceport and made their way through customs, the tension between the two lovers eased somewhat as both fell into familiar roles. They were definitely in the wrong part of town to let themselves get distracted, and while people might have given the diminutive Ubese and the towering human a wide berth, hungry eyes still watched from shadows, waiting for a chance.
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Jul 5, 2014 11:19:45 GMT -8
Post by Lord Sinistra on Jul 5, 2014 11:19:45 GMT -8
One of the requirements for having a secret identity is that you have to keep them separate from the very public persona. In this case, the 3-Z was docked someplace else, yet still on Kuat where Sinistra could get to it easily if she needed to become her alter ego. However, so could anyone else. Including the hitman hired by the Hutt that had been relieved of the merchandise that Dru had taken. Alton had watched the hangar for a month before he hacked security feeds in the middle of the night and broke in. It had not been easy to get in and place the homing beacon on the ship, and then there was no guarantee that Dru was going to use it as she was pretty scarce, doing a lot of her deals from behind a desk. However, on some rare occasions, she went out in person and she was almost always alone. This time was no exception.
Alton followed the ship as it left Kuat, bounced around to some different sectors and then finally arrived on Brentaal. He waited for her to land which took some time as she paused in orbit. Perhaps she was meeting someone on the surface. When the ship descended to the surface, Alton took his own down to Cormond. By the time Alton made it through customs, he was several minutes behind the Ubese. It wouldn't matter though. He would find her. He nodded at the customs officer as he examined the comically worn out astromech following him around. The droid whirled and beeped half heartedly and the customs people waved them through.
A quick check of some vendors confirmed she was heading towards some weapons guys who kept a couple places near the spaceport. They also reported that she had a really tall guy with her. Maybe it was the merc she had with her on Tat. It didn't matter. Alton was a top rated assassin. He had gotten multiple targets before. He decided to watch the ship, locating an appropriately placed sniper point in a cheap hotel where he could see the entrance of the spaceport.
Once he had a room with a view, he shut down the droid and opened it up to retrieve the pieces of his rifle. Now, all he had to do was wait as he assembled the E-5s.
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This was going to be too easy.
The meet up was in a warehouse at the docks, and when Dru and Dresden arrived, they were met with a couple shifty eyed, nervous types. Dru gave the required code words to confirm their meeting, and after a small, tense discussion they were allowed to keep their guns before the shifty looking toughs lead them into a conference room off the vestibule of the building.
There was one guy sitting at the table and two behind him with blasters drawn and trained on Dru and Dresden as soon as they walked in. The seated man looked them over a minute before he spoke.
"Take off the helmet."
She narrowed her eyes behind the HUD before she answered in raspy Basic.
No.
He leaned forward and tented his fingers in front of him on the table, his elbows propping him up.
"I don't deal with people behind masks."
She retorted, her slow words grating through the vocoder.
And I don't let amateurs push me around.
She turned to leave, sure that Eralam would probably follow her. There was zero chance that helmet was leaving her head in this room. The gig would be up.
"What makes you think we're amateurs?"
Dru didn't turn from walking out but she paused in the doorway.
Your thugs are nervous. No one draws on me at the first meeting other than people who are too scared they are going to get caught. You lack the conviction of your cause and you stink of cowards from the front door on. You are not experienced with this.
"We have a lot to lose. I like to know who I am dealing with."
She turned to look at him.
You called me. You know my reputation. The helmet stays on. It's how I breathe. Now do you want weapons or shall I take my consultation fee out of your boys in blood?
It was another tense minute before he signaled and everyone holstered their weapons.
Better.
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Eralam, meanwhile, just scowled. If some dumbass actually pulled the trigger, the room would be painted red before the first body hit the ground. These jokers were about as threatening as a box of kittens. In his professional persona as Dresden, the scowl was perfectly acceptable.
"I thought you said these guys were going to be worth a damn," he drawled. "From the state of things, it doesn't look like they could even come close to affording the goods. I don't take IOUs, Dru."
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Jul 17, 2014 12:05:31 GMT -8
Post by Lord Sinistra on Jul 17, 2014 12:05:31 GMT -8
Oh they're good for it, Dresden. But if they are truly looking for the big stuff like was mentioned in the invitation, you know I don't deal in those toys.
Dru took a seat, her hands disappearing just long enough to retrieve a pad that she laid on the table. A couple taps and she had an order screen open to record what they might be interested in.
First time buyers with me have to spend at least 500.
"That's a little low, isn't it?"
Five hundred thousand is low for you? Perhaps I should have doubled my consult fee. Without knowing your needs, it is hard to predict what you will want to purchase so I suggest you start talking about what you are looking for.
"Non imperial issue blasters, rifles and armor. I need to outfit around 10,000 troops for battle as soon as you can muster it. I will also need enough explosives to blow a hole in an imperial bunker or take down a SSD or two."
Dru looked over at Dresden for the last part while she input the numbers on the gear sets Redav had mentioned.
The gear will take some time to pull together so that it doesn't rouse suspicions. Where is it going?
"You don't need to know."
Afraid so, youngster. Drop location will determine how much gets tacked on for skirting trafficking laws. I don't exactly have a store front for convenient pickup.
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Jul 17, 2014 15:41:12 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2014 15:41:12 GMT -8
Eralam snorted.
"He kind of has a point, Dru. Even these jokers are likely to spend more than 50 creds a trooper."
The former Shard pulled out a datapad and began running some numbers.
"Basic kit for a basic soldier: you're looking at 2 grand for armor, at least 500 for a sidearm, plus another 1500 for the rifle. You're looking at a bare minimum of 40,000,000 credits right there. Sure you can cut corners, get the cheap stuff across the board, but if you were going to do that, you wouldn't be talking to me."
He stepped up to the leader, not close enough to invade his personal bubble, but easily close enough to tower ever so slightly over the man who was merely tall.
"Now that brings us to the original issue. 500,000 credits will buy your 100 best men the best rifles money can buy, but it doesn't even come close to footing the bill for a whole damn army. I don't do credit, so if you're looking to outfit an army, you best start showing some numbers."
Eralam was fairly certain that these guys weren't going to miraculously come up with that much cash right away. If they were willing to scrape the bottom of the barrel, they could, in theory, spend a tenth of the quoted price by buying used, buying cheap, and negotiating aggressively with more easily intimidated vendors, but that would be tantamount to suicide in the long run. Good gear isn't cheap, and cheap gear isn't good.
Not that they'd be around for the long run.
For the moment, he was willing to bet that they'd choose to buy their crack troops the rifles he was willing to demonstrate. If they went for that, the plan was going smoothly, as far as Eralam was concerned.
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Jul 23, 2014 16:24:31 GMT -8
Post by Lord Sinistra on Jul 23, 2014 16:24:31 GMT -8
"We're financed but 40 million is too rich for us."
Dru tossed the pad on the table, her hands folded in her lap.
You want to outfit 10,000. Exactly how did you think you were going to make it happen? And if I can ask, what's the hang up with imperial gear? The Empire is flooding the market with surplus from the Mando war. I can pick up enough armor and weapons to outfit twice the men if I can get in on their deals.
"Traceability."
Ain't your name on the sales ticket, love. Everything will be sanitized. And frankly, the Empire knows these are going to end up in the hands of their enemies. They don't care. If you want to fight them on their level, you better lose the squeamishness. Your ideals have no place in a war. Take cheap guns, take second hand equipment, cut back on how many men you're needing to outfit. Take from what you kill.
She stood up and tucked the pad away under her poncho again.
I'll send you a few crates of rifles and blasters that should get you started. For the bunker buster, Dresden here is the better contact.
Dru leaned on the wall, her arms crossed, the grips of a pair of nasty looking slugthrowers showing out of the holsters on her hips.
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Jul 23, 2014 17:16:51 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2014 17:16:51 GMT -8
Redav looked hesitant, but Eralam smiled his best "I'm not trying to fuck you over, honest" smile and tried to reassure the fellow before he balked.
"Look, I know this is a lot to take in, but I think I can ease your mind. You rank and file aren't going to need the best kit on the market. You'll want to give the good stuff to your best troops. I think we can set up a little demonstration later on. I've got a sample of some toys that will make you heavy hitters drool. Pick your ten best guys and meet us Eralam pulled up a holomap of the city and pointed out an abandoned warehouse here this time tomorrow. Bring your ten best, and if they like what they see, the sample is yours to keep."
That seemed to mollify the militants, so Eralam and Dru made their farewells and departed. Only when they were out of earshot and Eralam was reasonably certain they weren't be followed did he speak.
"So...that went well, I'd say."
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Jul 23, 2014 18:15:40 GMT -8
Post by Lord Sinistra on Jul 23, 2014 18:15:40 GMT -8
A string of unintelligible chirps and static issued from the vocoder, as Dru headed towards the spaceport again. She wanted to rip this helmet off her head and start a dossier on everyone in the room today but first, she wanted a drink. She shrugged and shook her head at the same time, the helmet hiding the rolling of her eyes underneath it all.
Amateurs.
The crowds were getting thicker as the afternoon wore on and Alton found that the room did nothing for his vantage point. He had a blind spot they could get past and so he ended up on the roof, crossing from building to building until he had an unobstructed view of the going into the spaceport. He had been in his nest for maybe 10 minutes when an Ubese woman appeared with a tall looking human with her. He might be trouble but Dru was the main target. He let out his breath and squeezed the trigger on the E-5s.
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Jul 23, 2014 18:33:29 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2014 18:33:29 GMT -8
The first shot would have been a textbook kill shot on someone like Dru. The bolt would have smacked her at the base of the neck, right under the lower lip of the helmet. For most species, that would have been an instant kill with no hope of survival. Fortunately, through a combination of luck and the Force, the bolt was stopped short.
Eralam had less than a split second's warning; there was a brief burst of focused intent just as the assassin pulled the trigger. There was no chance to draw a weapon or knock his lover out of the way. Eralam shielded her with the only thing he had available: his armored torso. The bolt struck right above his heart, thankfully expending most of its energy on the thick durasteel plate, but a considerable amount of heat made it through to the vulnerable squishy organic bits beneath. The air was thick with the smell of scorched hair, cloth, and flesh, but the wound wasn't that bad, all things considered. The former Shard knew he would be out of the fight at least until he could hit the ground and bounce back up, but hopefully, he had given Sin a chance to respond. And maybe the assassin would think he was dead, too. One could always hope, right?
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Jul 23, 2014 19:41:56 GMT -8
Post by Lord Sinistra on Jul 23, 2014 19:41:56 GMT -8
Alton cursed. As the bolt fired off, the big guy stepped in front of Dru. The shot hit but missed the target. The tall one was obstructing his view and now panic was making people scatter from the sizzling stench of the wounded man. Alton looked quickly for the first sign of Dru, his finger back on the trigger. He had maybe a minute to get off another shot before he would have to make his escape.
There is a unique sound when a blaster bolt hits durasteel. Sin's hands were on the grips of the slugthrowers when Eralam started to fall forward into her. He couldn't see the flash of fear in her eyes, but it evaporated in the face of overwhelming anger that cut loose from the tight reins she had been holding. Before him was suddenly empty, Sin dove for cover using Force speed and looked for where the shot had come from. The crowd was thick and being so damn short didn't help. She crouched behind a stall, her guns drawn as she yelled through the Force at him.
ERALAM!
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Jul 23, 2014 19:58:40 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2014 19:58:40 GMT -8
Eralam hit the ground with a muffled clang. He was able to somewhat recover by rolling as he hit, so instead of taking the impact on his already injured chest, he took it on his left shoulder. The plates were flexible enough to allow him to complete the roll, land in a crouch and use the Force to propel him behind a stall on the opposite side of the street from Sin, but they were heavy. He wasn't quite sure what it was that made that snap-crunch sound, but whatever it was, it was accompanied by pain far worse than the burns on his chest could throw at him.
He wanted to scream, but knew better. Instead, the former Shard clamped his jaw shut and called upon the Force to sooth the screaming nerves. Once he knew he could be fairly coherent, he called back.
I'm okay. You hit?
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Jul 23, 2014 20:41:00 GMT -8
Post by Lord Sinistra on Jul 23, 2014 20:41:00 GMT -8
Negative. But someone's going to die. Where'd the shot come from?
She was a little too focused on not getting shot to peer back into the recent scenes in the street and trace the shooter. Had to be somewhere high. If so, she was probably pinned down. Great. This was going to be a massive clusterfuck. She was going to need to cause a distraction to get out of the street. To her left, the stall she was crouched behind was sitting in front of a dive bar. Patrons were starting to peek out, looking for what caused the panic.
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She was okay. Angry, but okay. A tightness in his chest that Eralam had previously attributed to the blaster bolt melted away. It was then that he realized that he was terrified, and not for himself. Someone had tried to kill someone very important to him. Terror, as it happens, is only slightly removed from rage. A part of him wanted to just stand up, yank the sniper from his perch, and rend him limb from limb. A few months ago, he might have done just that. Now though, that wasn't an option. Eralam forced the rage back down and tried to think.
The shot came from your two o'clock. Figure it was from the top of that bank or whatever the hell the big gray building is. I can't see him from here.
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Jul 25, 2014 14:16:01 GMT -8
Post by Lord Sinistra on Jul 25, 2014 14:16:01 GMT -8
If you've got a flash bang, throw it now. I need the distraction.
As soon as she heard two o'clock, she was moving. Rolling to her side, she kept the vendor stall between her and the potential nest. He would be looking for a helmeted Ubese with a poncho, so it was time to not be either of those things. She darted quickly into the door of the bar, whipping off the poncho as she ran through the place at a full sprint. The helmet was left spinning on the ground as she messed her long brown hair up in order to help mask her features.
She left the slug throwers in the holsters, and instead reached for something heavier and more menacing in her hands. She cleared the roof in a single jump, ducking behind a HVAC tower. She could hear the commotion on the street below but the grey building was just in front of her and a little higher. She took off running across the roof, her body and mind attuned to the whispers of the Force. She would not be surprised again.
Another leap and she landed with silver saber ignited right where someone had been. The sniper rifle lay on the roof and a sound from an alley to her side caught her attention.
Alton couldn't wait another second. He had lost visual of the target. He had known she was squirrely but surely she had to be somewhere in the crowd or already on her way to him. When he lost sight of the big guy, he dropped the E-5s and pulled his DL-44's. Maybe not lethal but enough to wound anyone who follwed him as he jumped down the fire escape to the alley below. He ran into a garbage bin as he rounded the corner, determination in his eyes. He just needed to blend into the crowd long enough to get into the spaceport and make it to her ship.
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Jul 25, 2014 14:46:19 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2014 14:46:19 GMT -8
Flashbang indeed. Eralam's supposedly less than lethal devices were something upwards of three to four times more powerful than your average off the shelf variety, and were actually lethal in rooms that were either too small or lacking in proper ventilation. A burst of Force energy lobbed the thing at what should have been eye level for the shooter, and when the damn thing went off, the effect was spectacular. Anyone looking directly at the light would likely be permanently blinded, even through closed eyes. The bang portion burst every unprotected eardrum within 30 meters. For the dozen or so folks in direct line of sight of the thing, it was a very bad day indeed.
The former Shard didn't have time to feel guilty. He'd see to it that their medical bills were paid in full and then some later. For now, he grabbed his rifle from where it had fallen when he had taken the first bolt and steadied it on a counter. As long as he had a support, he could fire it fine with only one good arm, though working the bolt might be an issue.
He'll probably try and bolt. See if you can flush him over towards me or something.
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Jul 25, 2014 16:45:36 GMT -8
Post by Lord Sinistra on Jul 25, 2014 16:45:36 GMT -8
She jumped down to the ground floor, and took off in the direction of the noise. The bin was still rolling on the ground when she leapt over it and charged towards the street. She caught a fleeting glimpse of arm as a green bolt hurled at her to be deflected by a flash of silver.
Coming into the street, perp carrying a blaster and running.
Sinistra grinned darkly at the prospect of catching her prey and making him beg for death long before it would ever come for him. She skidded out into the still running crowds, some now prone and screaming from the after effects of the flash bang.
Alton didn't like the thrum and the glowing light behind him as he headed into the crowd. He wasn't sure if his pursuer had gotten a good look at him, but he didn't want to find out. Why the hell was there a Jedi here? Luck on this job was decidedly running out. If it was a Jedi behind him, he only had ingenuity because they were stupidly fast. His mind raced about. Think Alton. Basics 101. Break line of sight. He dropped down, moving low around a group of people who were crowded around wounded. He spotted a vendor cart and ducked in behind it, holstering his blasters and crouching down to cower from the commotion.
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Jul 25, 2014 17:08:20 GMT -8
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Target fixation is a wonderful thing for people like Eralam. Even professionals tend to forget about little things in the heat of a battle, and despite her diminutive size, the former Shard doubted anyone would call a pissed off Sin a little thing. Not more than once, at any rate. For all practical intents and purposes, the shooter seemed to have forgotten about the shaved wookiee he had shot the first time, and now it was time for a little payback.
The little shit was hiding behind a stall across the street, in what would have been a marvelously concealed position from the Angry Lightsaber Woman. The thin metal wouldn't have done much good to stop any serious blasterfire, but it hid him from the primary target. It exposed the holy hell out of him to Eralam though. That's what happens when you forget about the little things.
Left knee.
CRACK!
Right shoulder.
CRACK!
Left pinky, fingernail.
CRACK!
The three shots were fired in rapid succession. The first two effectively immobilized the target, but it was the third that got the biggest scream.
He's down.
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