A Simple Pickup....

[Jace Trent]

Tatooine
@[member="Marrik Aloxum"]
The Defiance only shuddered slightly as she came out of hyperspace. A testament to the skill of her new pilot.
Captain Jace Trent stood over the pilot's chair where @[member="Khull"] was guiding the Defiance toward her destination, Tatooine.
Jace hated Tatooine. Sure, it was a perfect place to lay low, but the weather was miserable and he wasn't really all that fond of the Hutts.

"Bring her down in Mos Eisley Khull. I'll get us clearance."
He opened a comm channel and began his transmission.

"Mos Eisley spaceport, this is the Defiance. We are on approach and request a berth."
There was a brief pause, then their response came.
<Defiance, You are cleared to land at hanger bay 57. You might want to get a move on it, a sand storm is moving in>

Perfect, another reason he hated Tatooine, fracking sand storms.

He sat down next to Khull and strapped himself in.

 

[Khull]

"@#!@ !@##$!#" The Cathar swore in his native tongue at the Traffic controller's sandstorm warning. It was bloody obvious, even though Khull had kept the Defiance decent relatively smooth, he was fighting with the yoke to keep her that way. Plus the large wall of sand came into visual the moment the old L4000 maneuvered 90 degrees for perfect pre landing alignment.

Khull flicked the landing gear switch the let off a few whines and groans through out the ship as the Defiance stretched out her legs. Then moments later the cathar landed the rotund transport on the landing pad as gentle as one could. Hopefully keeping the Captain's confidence in the pilot that he was well worth the excessive hair.

"Vell zat vas fun!" Khull purred with the after excitement for that very moment the sandstorm began to tie into their location. The ship vibrated as if it was getting a full body sand blast. The excitement past as Khull began to realize he will be spending lots of time cleaning dirt out of the engine's port and landing gear. Frakking sand gets into everything. @[member="Jace Trent"]

 

[Jace Trent]

@[member="Khull"] landed the Defiance expertly. Jace looked out the viewport to see the storm. Sand whirled angrily across the desert as it made its luminous decent on Mos Eisley.
"Nice flying, have I mentioned that I hate Tatooine?" @[member="Khull"]
Jace let out a frustrated sigh. "It doesn't look like we are leaving anytime soon. Head up to the crew's lounge, I'll brief everyone there."@[member="Khull"]

Jace pulled out his comlink and comm'd his wheeled slicer.
"Hey little one, meet me in the crew's lounge, I'll be there in a minute" @[member="Veil"]

 

[Veil]

From her bunk Veil was busy playing with a virtual tool she'd made in order to play catch with someone. In reality it was just her tossing her hand back and forth her while on her chair. When @[member="Jace Trent"] called her on the commlink she said "Be right there, Cap." Slipping it off she pushed her wheelchair forward and out the door. Every time she went navigating through this ship she thanked the force that it was accessible to her. Making her way to the lift she pulled out her little cap she'd often sport when shuffling around the ship before it went up to the crew's lounge. Once up to that level she pushed her way in while seeing who was there.

@[member="Khull"]

 

[Khull]

A flip of a few switches and the engine turned off with the ships computer running diagnostics of all systems. The run through will take a bit, enough time for Khull to exit the cockpit and make his way to the crew's lounge. The ship was large with three decks, which made it more homey instead of claustrophobic like a jail cell. Khull moved to the aft lifts that would take him directly to the crew lounge on the second deck. Once the lift's doors open he saw the crimson haired human beauty that came with accessories.

"Hello hot-vheels!" The oversized cat grinned a toothy smile as he acknowledged Veil. He took a few steps in turned about and fell back into one of the lounge chairs then lifting his feet to rest upon the table while snagging his cig packet from his jacket pocket. Gently he snagged a cig into his mouth and lit the smoke with his zippo, inhaling deep before releasing. "Vhant one?" @[member="Veil"]

 

[Veil]

"Keep calling me that, Simba, and I'm going to see how far I can kick these legs up your rear end." she said with a snarky tone. Obviously these two were always teasing each other, but really Veil thought of @[member="Khull"] like a big brother of sorts. In a way she felt it was an obligation to always be a pest to him. When he offer the cigar she waved it off and said "No thanks. I already have a leg problem. Last thing I need it a lug problem to go with it." Looking to @[member="Jace Trent"] she asked "So what's the big mission that has us on the dust ball, captain?"

 

[Jace Trent]

As @[member="Khull"] powered down the ship, Jace exited the cockpit vie the port door which was the Captain's quarters. He walked to his desk and retrieved the holoprojector from the drawer. He pulled his comlink from his belt and sent a quick transmission to @[member="Marrik Aloxum"], who was already on planet. Jace had sent him ahead to scout around, and try to locate the contact.

Once done, Jace stepped out of his quarters and headed towards the lift, which he took to the top deck. He stepped off and walked into the lounge. He paused briefly and looked at his crew. Sure, they were an crazy lot, one might even call them misfits. But they were HIS misfits!

He walked forward as @[member="Veil"] spoke, and placed the holo-projector on the center table and pressed the button. An image appeared of a male Bothan.
"This, is Fossk Trey'la. We have been hired to pick him up here and transport him to Ord Mantell. He is apparently on the run. From who? I dunno. All I know is we're getting paid, and credits pay the bills."
He paused to look at them both and make sure that they were following.
"Once the storm clears, we'll head to Chulmun's cantina where I'm supposed to meet with him. @[member="Khull"], I want you to go in before I do and take up a sentry position. @[member="Veil"], I want you to come in 5 minutes after I do. I want you to conceal a few toys on you. People tend to ignore people in chairs" He gave her a wink. "Just in case things get hairy."
He looked back to Khull. "Once I enter, scan the crowd to see if anyone taking too much interest in my conversation. I'll be wearing a an earbud, so click my comm and I'll know somethings up. If things go sideways, Veil, you kill the lights, Khull, you make a path, and I'll handle Fossk. Any questions?"

 

[Veil]

Hearing her part in it all Veil gave a little "Tch" and said "It's always me who had to carry the guns. And now I'll need to break out the old girl for sand travel." she noted, referring to her chair. Looking back to @[member="Jace Trent"] she said "If this pays well enough you'll be buying me a new chair, I'll have you know. Last time it was swamp and I was lucky I didn't get sucked under." After that she waited to hear what he and @[member="Khull"] would say before giving her own little comments.

 

[Nyos Val]

Marrik sat in a booth at the back of the cantina, Chulmun's. His new captain @[member="Jace Trent"] had sent him ahead on a scouting mission. Which, had been quite boring until the target entered accompanied by a Gamorrean and an IG model assassin droid. The Bothan seemed a little worried about his counterparts being such dangerous figures. Marrik chirped into his comm back to his captain, I have acquired our target. But, he's not alone. I suggest moving with great pace to my location.

Marrik paid his tab and moved 'drunkenly' towards the Bothan, pretending to be inebriated.

Hey...don...don't I kno...know...hiccup...I swear...hiccup...I Know your face... the rouse was working, the Gammorean was annoyed but chose to ignore the drunkard. The IG scanned him but refused to pay attention. Their first mistake was to mistake his acting for the truth, second, they didn't notice vibrosword slipping out of its scabbard.

 

[Khull]

"Maybe Captain buys you chair vith rrracing strripes,hot-vheels! ya?" Khull chuckled as he rose to his feet then walking towards the lounge exit to collect his gear and check the Defiance diagnostics. He stopped at the door and looked at Jace "Vee dismissed, Captain?" the cathar asked out of respect for even though he had fallen from the graces of law enforcment and the special forces he was still a good soldier.
@[member="Veil"] @[member="Jace Trent"] @[member="Marrik Aloxum"]

 

[Jace Trent]

Jace smiled, his crew worked well together.
"Striped would be a good look for you Little one." He winked at @[member="Veil"]
Looking at the cathar in the doorway, Jace answered "Yup, that's all I got. Be ready to go once the storm clears."
and everyone dispersed.

The storm finally cleared up an hour later. three fourths of the Defiance crew stood, sat at the bottom of the ramp. Jace's comm chirped with Marrik's update. They needed to pick up the pace.
"Alright, time to make some credits!"
@[member="Khull"] @[member="Veil"] @Marrik Aloxum

 

[Veil]

Veil had arrived and prepared herself. While she was looking over the few guns she managed to hide thanks to compartments on her chair and one she had stuff in the back of her pants, she made sure both @[member="Jace Trent"] and @[member="Khull"] knew what she had so they'd be as ready as her. After that she just checked her wheels, making sure they were both ready enough for the trip along the sandy roads of Tatooine. When the ramp lowered and she was off she whistled to herself while making her way with the others. A nice little touch she act casual and all.

@Marrik Aloxum

 

[Nyos Val]

Marrik broke his rouse, snatched the arm of the Bothan and knocked the IG over. Pulling the Bothan behind him, Marrik spun his cloak to distract the Gammorean, while distracted, the pig creature didn't see a booted foot fly towards it's face. Spinning over the top of the table, the large creature toppled the table over and squealed the whole way down to the floor. The IG was getting back up when Marrik pushed the Bothan towards the door.

Cap, I'm coming out with the Bothan. I've got company. I request cover.


@[member="Jace Trent"] @[member="Veil"] @[member="Khull"]

 

[Jace Trent]

"So much for things going to plan" Jace growled
"Veil, toss me my slug-thrower. Khull, fire up the Defiance and get ready to blast off."
"Veil, take the port gun, I think we might have company in orbit." The turret bays on the Defiance had been modified so with a push of a button, the seats would collapse, allowing Veil's wheelchair room to operate the turrets.

Jace's right hand caught his slug-thrower as Veil tossed it his way. He ran towards the cantina, the sound of blaster fire could already be heard down the street...
@[member="Khull"] @[member="Veil"] @[member="Marrik Aloxum"]

 

[Veil]

With this sudden bit of info Viel tossed @[member="Jace Trent"] the nearest gun in her hands to him. "Wow. Not five minutes and already everything's gone to bantha poodoo." she said before wheeling her way back to the ship. Pushing as fast as possible she went to the port gun. Reaching it she pushed the button to give herself enough room. A helmet, marked "Kiss my chair" the forehead, was waiting for her. Veil slapped it on before prering the gun, all the while saying "I hate it went things go south so fast."

@[member="Khull"] @[member="Marrik Aloxum"]

 

[Khull]

"Zat karrrking fool is gonna get thrrrashing" The catharian pilot growled in anger as he made quick time towards the cockpit. Click of a few switches got the preflight check running and the engines spooling. Few more swears and growls escaped Khulls lips, most in Catharnese as he watched the screen as the checks came back with readouts. This was gonna take a few minutes.

"Captain!!! Defiance vill be rrready forr hot extrract in thrrree minutes" Khull informed Jace over the ear-bud coms he was wearing.

@[member="Veil"] @[member="Jace Trent"] @[member="Marrik Aloxum"]

 

[Jace Trent]

Jace ran towards the cantina and saw Marrik running around the corner dragging a Bothan, who Jace hoped was the contact. Blaster fire sailed past Marrik's head as pursuers closed in. Jace ran right attempting to get a flanking position. "Marrik get to the ship!"
A Gamorean came around the corner first armed with a vibro-ax. Jace leveled his gun at the pig creature and fired several shots, most hitting their target and dropping the Gamorean.
That was pretty easy...
And then the IG assassin droid turned the corner.... Jace's slug-thrower would do little to damage to the metal droid. It was time to retreat
Jace really regretted leaving his blaster on board. Jace ran, firing at the droid as he moved, hoping to divert the droids attention to him in the hopes that it would buy Marrik time...
His bullets clanked off the droid's metal frame, but did little to slow the advancing assassin droid. Jace got his wish, the droid was now focused on him, unfortunately, so was the droid's blaster....
@[member="Marrik Aloxum"]
@[member="Khull"]
@[member="Veil"]

 

[Nyos Val]

Marrik rolled out of the way of @[member="Jace Trent"] incoming slugs as the Gamorrean dropped like a ton of bricks. The IG droid had leveled it blaster on Jace. Drawing back the energy string, an arrow formed in the slide. Marrik loosed three in a row the side of the droid. One slicing into its primary hand, and two to the body.

Marrik took off in an all out sprint to the landing platform. Jumping into the ship, Marrik escorted the Bothan to the main deck.

 

[Jace Trent]

Jace was already running when Marrik's energy arrows found their mark. They had dispatched the the two pursuers, but shouting from around the corner suggested that there was more coming. Marrik made it to the ramp dragging the Bothan in tow. Jace ran up the ramp and, slamming the controls to close the ramp as he passed. He jumped into the lift with Marrik, and the heavily breathing Bothan.
There was a brief moment of silence as the lift moved up to the second deck. Jace stared at Marrik and opened his mouth to berate the Dathomirian male for jumping the gun. But Jace bit his tongue, Marrik had just saved his hide.

The lift stopped at the second deck and Jace grabbed the Bothan by the arm and began dragging him to the cockpit. He yelled over his shoulder.
"Marrik, man the starboard gun, we're gonna have to fight our way out."

Jace pushed his way into the cockpit and shoved the Bothan into an empty seat. Then Jace sat down beside his furry co-pilot and placed the headset on his head which was wired into the shipwide intercom.

He nodded to Khull. "Get us out of here" Then, addressing the two in the gun bays, he continued
"Strap in kids, and get ready for a fight"
@[member="Marrik Aloxum"] @Khull @Veil

 

[Nyos Val]

Marrik walked to the starboard gun turret as the ship made its break for atmos. Clicking in the straps, he went over the controls, giving it a once over before he was satisfied it was ready for a fight. Marrik clicked on his headset to hear instructions form the rest of the crew. He didn't put his mike down because he would not be relaying anything back to the others. He didn't want them to know that he sucked with blasters.

@[member="Jace Trent"] @[member="Veil"] @[member="Khull"]