Belsavis Blues (PM to join)

[Myles Vylumnar]

Myles started growing impatient. Before, he was on the verge on a tantrum, if he hadn't had one already. He was known for those, in fact, but never without a good reason. This time, it was because he ended up risking it all just for some ship he probably could have just bought somewhere. At this point, he was just getting annoyed. Regardless, he was now in this position, and he was getting out one way or another.

He paced back and forth in his cell, cautiously waiting for the right moment. Eventually, when the area cleared up, he was ready. He walked over to the bars that held him, sticking his face through.

"Hey... Hey man, come on... Just let me out of here. Listen, I know people... I know people who can pay you off if you just let me out. Trust me, it'd be worth it." he called out to the guard.

"Not a chance, kid. Now shut up before I beat you until you can't even move your lips."

Myles thought for a moment. He could either risk getting his ass handed to him, or beating the hell out of this guy. He thought of another plan. Myles stuck his hand out, grabbing the guard by the shoulder. Before he could react, Myles pulled him in, bashing his head against the bars. The sound of his helmet colliding with the metal resounded throughout the place. Surely, someone would hear, so he had to hurry. Clanging noises repeated over and over several times until the guard's body collapsed to the floor. Reaching out, he was able to find a keycard. He used it to reach over and free himself.

"What the- Hey!"

Two other thugs rushed toward him, firing a couple shots that went right over Myles' head as he ducked and ran. He swiped his belongings from the table, holstering his K-16, sheathing his vibroknife, and pocketing a few other things while threw his rifle's strap over his shoulders. Taking cover behind a wall, he returned fire, taking both of them out. However, they were joined by others behind them. In front of Myles' path, he was cut off by other thugs. Thinking quickly, he tossed a grenade out toward the people from around the corner. He swapped corners, firing back at the people who had flanked him.

Blaster fire could be heard throughout the immediate area, but the entire complex would likely still be unaware of the prison break.

[member="Celiana"] | [member="Brent Smith"]

 

[Brent Smith]

Brent gestured to the corridor behind him with a grunt. Behind the helmet he forced a smile, mustering up his most convincing tone he could for the lie he was about to tell,

"Of course, I am not a murderer."


The agent turned and began leading down the passage, his arms swinging freely. He inclined his head back as he listened to her question.

"No idea," he answered truthfully, "Except grandma's necklace that I have come here for. My bet? It would be the rest of the loot that they have taken from other hapless people they've raided. Maybe more? I 'm not too sure besides that," he shrugged, "I'm sorry. What is it exactly that you are looking for? I don't think that I caught that."

Suddenly Brent raised his hand stopping at the cross roads. He heard the sound of shouting and metal clashing against metal down the hall. It felt like the same direction that they had carried the captive away. There was the chance that it was just a spat. They were among outlaws after all, and their lot tended to be of bad temper. But when a few bandits began rushing down that way, he guessed that it was a lot more.

Pressed close to the wall, Brent quietly jogged down the path as fast as he dared without making a sound. He didn't have any weapons on him, but that wasn't a problem.

He grabbed the straggler from behind, stripping him of his rifle in a swift motion. When the man turned around surprised, Brent brought the butt of his new rifle up into the man's head, sending him stumbling back. Instinct--or maybe the Force--clicked in and Brent took an instinctive step back just in time to miss the exploding grenade.

"Get him out of there," Brent said calmly raising his rifle, "I will cover you."

A series of precise shots rang out from the clumsy rifle in his hands, cutting down the bandits systematically.

So much for non-lethal.

[member="Myles Vylumnar"] / [member="Celiana"]

 

[Celiana]

Following my new acquaintance I wound my way behind him towards the sound of small arms fire. Sighing I took a deep breath and opening my eyes I engaged the targeting protocols in my helmet. As I stepped into the hall where the bandits were I uncoiled the twin electro-whips from my waist and turned up the voltage to render the bandits unconscious. As the bandits noticed me there was a momentary lapse where everything stood still, then they began dashing towards me. Flicking my wrists out then back the whips lashed out against exposed skin.

The first two dropped then the next two before they had time to think about it. Turning to look at the young man they'd been going after I disengaged the voltage in the whips and said, "If you're wanting a way out or the ability to raid their vaults then come with me. Unless you prefer these bandits treatment." Then I turned back down the hall towards the person who'd been laying down suppressive fire and hoped that this kid wouldn't fire on the person who'd hidden in the disguise of a bandit and that he also wouldn't try to kill me, leave me for predators on Belsavis, or try to take my ship again...

[member="Myles Vylumnar"] - [member="Brent Smith"]

 

[Myles Vylumnar]

For a few seconds, all lay still. Suddenly and slowly, the barrel of a gun rose up from behind a wall. Just then, Myles jumped out into view, aiming his rifle at the two before him. He took a moment to eye them, one woman and another dressed as a bandit. The woman carried two electro-whips in hand; Some kind of warrior or maybe even a jedi. The other was someone who was dressed as a bandit. They couldn't have just switched sides, he thought. They must have been here independently, or perhaps was on the ship he shot down.

Taking very slow steps, Myles stared down the sights of his rifle. He determined there was no point in taking them on by himself. Myles lowered his gun and approached the two.

"I was in the middle of getting out myself, y'know... Didn't exactly need help but, whatever works." he said, sighing. He seemed confident about himself, and he didn't exactly trust these two. He assumed the two came from the ship together. That didn't exactly help since that was the ship he tried to take over... But that didn't matter now. What mattered was that they were all on the same planet together, presumably with the same problems. Hell, he might even be able to gain their trust.

Myles had few options in this scenario. For one, he could ally with them and get out of Belsavis after looting and killing the rest of the bandits... That was too boring, and he couldn't trust them. He also had the option of killing them on the spot, but he didn't want to risk being fried to death... Everything else seemed like too much work, so Myles had to reluctantly settle for the former.

"Thanks for the assis-"

*PEW PEW PEW*

Myles was cut off by a sudden burst of blaster fire behind him. Wincing in pain, he fumbled over to the nearest cover, which was a pile of boxes. His hand came over his abdomen to cover a wound; He was tagged. They got him on the left side of his back. Hurt, he looked to his "teammates" to handle the situation.

It seemed like reinforcements came a bit late.

[member="Celiana"] | [member="Brent Smith"]

 

[Celiana]

He'd been in the midst of explaining how he really didn't need our help before being nailed with at least one blaster bolt on the left side of his back. Leaping behind him I twisted in midair and pulled my helmet off clipping it to my belt calling an incendiary grenade to my hand with The Force and flicking the pin out. As I landed I tossed it over my left shoulder with a bit of a spin and covered this...kid with my body. I'd learned quickly there were very few things that could penetrate Mandalorian Iron.

Then the explosion. The incendiary grenades I used released a coating of flammable liquid that stuck to the target before igniting it. The screams started and I pulled my pistol smoothly and shot them each twice in the chest with armor-piercing, hollow-point rounds. It was a ruthless way to end them and I could've simply shot them or used my sabers but they'd waited until he'd been vulnerable and then shot him in the back. There was no honor in that and their actions offended me as Echani, Mandalorian, and Jedi. As soon as the screams stopped and the scent of burning meat began filling the hall I holstered my pistol and pulled a spray-can of bacta.

Looking this young man square in the eyes I said, "It's never unwise to accept help in hostile territory, consider this my apology for stranding your ship in space and forcing you down here..." With that I stabbed a hypo of pain-killers and Jedi healing agents into the spot he'd been shot before spraying the wound with bacta.

[member="Myles Vylumnar"] - [member="Brent Smith"]

 

[Brent Smith]

Brent fired his rifle, keeping to cover until he heard the tale-tell click of empty. He tossed it aside, ducking for cover. He still had his concealed Charric pistol tucked away nicely in his armor, but the agent wasn't interested in springing that just yet, he didn't know who these people were or if they were really on his side. He locked eyes on one of the bandits across the way. His weapons would do.

The agent sprinted through the crossfire, unscathed as the Force protected him through his latent, untapped sensitivity as he dove for cover. One of the shots brought Brent's target down, his weapons falling across the stone flooring. Bullets and blastefire started to tear through the stone pillar he had taken cover behind, threatening to chew through it to him if they had to. Pulling on the Force again for protection, Brent lunged for the weapon. He dove, grabbing it with a free hand. As his fingers wrapped around its pistol grip he sprang off his other hand, squeezing the trigger.

Celiana's grenades cleared the corridor out. Brent stepped from his cover, over the body of a burning bandit. "If you two aren't too busy yackin' and letting the whole camp know we are here, we could go raid the vault now," he crossed his arms, "I got a big stake in this, ya know."

[member="Celiana"] / [member="Myles Vylumnar"]

 

[Myles Vylumnar]

Myles returned the look, studying [member="Celiana"]'s eyes for a very brief moment. You could tell a lot about a person from their eyes. Myles could tell she was dignified, and independent. He'd noticed how she had brutally killed- no, murdered their assailants. A bit over the top, he thought, but he also thought he needed to get some of whatever those grenades were.

"...Alright then." he stated simply. Secretly, he knew that he was the one who was supposed to apologize. After all, he shot first. Pushing it aside in his mind, he winced slightly as the injection stung and the bacta burned, but Myles was no stranger to pain. Shortly after, he looked up over to [member="Brent Smith"]. He was right, they would have to move fast. At this point, the whole camp knew they were there. They must have been on high alert, because even more reinforcements were advancing on their position.

"Right, we gotta move. I know where they're keeping their stuff. Armory, Treasury, whatever they've robbed out of passing cargo ships, it's all kept across the courtyard in the high-security prison block... Follow me..." he said, standing up from his position. He grunted slightly at his gunshot wound, but pressed onward with his blaster rifle in arms.

For now, the anger within him quelled, but a dark presence still lingered around him. Emotions passed through Myles easily. When he could be feeling anger and rage one minute, he could be over it in the next... But that didn't stop him from holding grudges. Myles never forgets a wrongdoing, and he'd make sure to slaughter every last one of these bandits not only for what they (threatened) to do to him, but also for all the other innocent people they must have robbed or even killed. He was a fond supporter of righteous justice, ironic being the kind of person he really is.

As Myles led his two new "allies" across the courtyard, it seemed unusually empty for a bandit hideout. Something was... definitely off.

Suddenly, blaster fire came from behind, to the right, and to the left where Myles' ship was still docked. An ambush!

 

[Celiana]

I saw the look on the young man's face something between admiration, fear, and a bit of something else. Following the brief exchange he began leading us through a courtyard towards another area of the bandit's hideout then a brief flicker of warning before blaster fire erupted from behind a fighter. Using The Force I called the saber on my left ribs to my hand and ignited it's bluish-green aqua blade. Deflecting a blaster bolt away from the group and into the courtyard wall I reached out and felt for the feet of any of the bandits. Grabbing hold of one I brought The Force to bear and jerked on his feet hard. I felt his head slam against the frame of the fighter before he hit the pavement.

While I was aware I'd basically executed the three who'd shot this young man in the back I had no aims of being a murderer. The fact that I was choosing to deflect blaster bolts and use The Force for non-lethal take downs was something to remember for myself. A point of pride almost due to the fact that I was striving for better control in my actions. Hopefully my Master and the rest of The Council would see that I'd been working to change myself. For now though I caught another blaster-bolt and re-directed it under the wing of the fighter and into one of the bandit's legs. Then I fell to deflecting blaster fire while the others either fought back or found a way to escape these hut'uun and ambush them later.

[member="Brent Smith"] - [member="Myles Vylumnar"]

 

[Commander Firestorm]

The hum of an LAAT/i gunship could be heard overhead as the Destiny flew down over the courtyard, firing down on the ambushers with its array of heavy weapons. The Unbroken, a Venator-Class Star Destroyer, had been in orbit above the planet running scans when it had detected the firefight. Once the ambushers had either retreated or been eliminated, the Destiny landed. Its shields remained up and a figure in ARC trooper armor climbed out and locked the blast doors on the sides of the ship shut. Other than the clone armor he wore, he also had 2 custom DC-17 blaster pistols and a lightsaber disguised as a Baradium-core code key thermal detonator.

[member="Celiana"] [member="Myles Vylumnar"] [member="Brent Smith"]

 

[Myles Vylumnar]

"Hey, watch the ship!" Myles said as [member="Celiana"] used the force to throw their enemies into his starfighter. The group slowly backed into each other as blaster bolts whizzed through the air. Suddenly, air support came through in the form of an LAAT gunship. Myles looked up at it, recognizing the model as something he read about. It was a gunship the Republic used during The Clone Wars, but he didn't think any were still operational. Perhaps it was just salvaged?

Eventually, the remaining thugs either scattered or died. However, there was still a group holed up in the treasury, so their job was not yet complete.

"Friend of yours?" he asked Celiana as the ARC trooper approached the group.

[member="Brent Smith"] | [member="Commander Firestorm"]

 

[Commander Firestorm]

A lone thug charged Firestorm with a vibrosword, Firestorm drew his lightsaber and pulled the thug in as he ignited the blue blade. The thug dropped to the ground clutching his arm, as Firestorm kicked away the blade, pulled out one of his DC-17 blaster pistols and fired a stun shot at the thug, knocking him out.

"I detected a firefight on my ship's scanners in orbit and thought you might need some back-up."

[member="Myles Vylumnar"] [member="Celiana"] [member="Brent Smith"]

 

[Celiana]

Looking at the LAAT gunship as it dropped into the courtyard I missed deflecting a blaster bolt and instead took it full in the shoulder. Thank The Force for my Beskar'gam armor... The young man yelling at me to watch the ship was slightly amusing and turning towards him I said, "it's their skulls against your ship or a blaster bolt in you, either way I'm avoiding them putting blaster bolts in you or your ship!" To emphasize the point I lifted a bandit with The Force and threw him against some cargo crates. Then the gunship opened up and a person wearing ARC trooper armor stepped out. While that wasn't surprising what did surprise me was the person in trooper armor igniting a blue saber and pulling a bandit into it with The Force before shooting him with a stun bolt.

The young man asked if he was a friend of mine and looking at him I said in a low voice, "I don't have any friends dating back to the Clone wars and none that wear ARC trooper armor or carry sabers." The person wearing trooper armor began to approach and I flicked my aqua blade up in front of my face then twirled it back out and away at a right downward angle in a traditional duelist salute. He finally spoke saying that he'd detected a firefight on his ship's scanners up in orbit and thought we may need some help. Looking form him to the kid to the guy in a bandit disguise I flicked my emerald green eyes back to this person and said with a edge in my voice, "Interesting choice of gear, ARC armor is something from many years ago as is the Larty. How is it that a person wearing ARC trooper armor and that has a Larty gunship also is in possession of a Jedi weapon sir?"

[member="Commander Firestorm"] - [member="Myles Vylumnar"] - [member="Brent Smith"]

 

[Commander Firestorm]

"I'm an ARC trooper from the Clone Wars who was in cryo stasis. I was in stasis because I was being transported to Coruscant after the Jedi Council found out about my force sensitivity. As for the lightsaber, I was trained in secret by my Jedi General in the Jedi arts, I eventually earned this lightsaber after she believed I was ready for it." Firestorm extinguished the blade of his saber and placed it back on his belt. "My name is Commander Firestorm, I am the former commander of the 608th clone battalion and current commander of the Unbroken of the Galactic Republic navy."

@Celiana @Myles Vylumnar [member="Brent Smith"]

 

[Celiana]

Raising my eyebrow slightly I said, "Well I've got someone living with me back from the days of The Old Republic so as far as explanations go that's actually fairly believable." Turning towards the rest of our group I said, "So kid you were leading us to the vault before the ambush if I remember correctly shall we continue that way?" When I finally did return home I'd have much to discuss with my sister Selena and to be honest I missed Brianne too....Oh well time to get back to work and make a return trip when I was done here...

[member="Commander Firestorm"] - [member="Myles Vylumnar"] - [member="Brent Smith"]

 

[Myles Vylumnar]

"Uh... Yeah, let's go." he'd say. It was quite an odd occurrence to meet such a person as [member="Commander Firestorm"], Myles pushed it to the back of his mind. He pressed onward, leading the group to the treasury and armory. Inside was a corridor with a room on each side. While the corridor itself was empty, the group could probably expect a gang of thugs on either end just waiting to blast their faces off.

"To the left is the command station... Or, whatever they use to stash their loot. To the right is the armory, decked and loaded with guns. We hit the armory first." he said. It was probably obvious that they were being watched through the security cameras, but that didn't matter. The enemy had nowhere to run now, and the group was on the verge of finishing them off.

[member="Celiana"] | [member="Brent Smith"] ((Where u at brent))

 

[Celiana]

Following this kid I listened to what he had to say about hitting the armory first. As we made our way down the halls towards the armory I listened for anything out of place and kept my saber angled towards the ground as we approached the armory doors I felt several people behind the doors. Malicious intent along with fear were what I felt, reaching down to my belt I pulled a gas grenade and primed it with a three second delay. Looking at the kid that'd been leading the way I gestured fro the group to back against the wall then I inverted my saber and stabbed it into the door melting a hole through the door frame before withdrawing my saber and engaging the firing mechanism in the grenade and tossed it through the door.

Several seconds passed and I heard the gas go off then through The Force I felt the bodies drop against the floor into unconsciousness. Moving in front of the door I plunged my saber back into the door cutting through the frame before channeling The Force through my left hand and blasting the door inwards. Looking towards the kid and back towards the others I said, "After you."

[member="Myles Vylumnar"] - [member="Commander Firestorm"] - [member="Brent Smith"]

 

[Commander Firestorm]

Firestorm walked through the hole in the door, and blasted a few of the bandits trying to set up an ambush. "I suggest we be cautious, it looks like they were trying to set up another ambush." He pulls his lightsaber off his belt and ignites it, carrying it in front of him.

 

[Celiana]

Angling my saber towards Commander Firestorm's throat I looked at him and said, "That was unneeded, they were already dropping. I've been trying very hard not to drop bodies recently my continued status as a Jedi is somewhat dependent upon my changing my ways. I'd prefer no dropped bodies unless otherwise possible." With that out of the way I removed my saber from against his neck and pulled my other saber hilt from the left side of my armor before attaching it to my already active saber. I had the feeling that I'd be in for surprises in this place yet. I'd been drawn here by The Force and that meant there was something here that needed to be found or that I'd have to experience. What it was I wasn't sure but I had a feeling I'd know when I knew...

[member="Commander Firestorm"] - [member="Myles Vylumnar"] - [member="Brent Smith"]

 

[Commander Firestorm]

"Well there is one thing you should know about me, I'm a soldier, not a jedi. I don't fall under the code of the jedi because of that, and therefore I am not bound by your rules, nor its philosophy. I only have a lightsaber because my Jedi General discovered I was force sensitive during the Clone Wars and trained me in the arts, but I was never officially nor unofficially sworn into the order. I am a clone trooper m'am, I was literally bred to fight, to be a soldier, so would you kindly not point your saber at my neck." He extinguished his blade and slowly pulled off his helmet, revealing the face of a Jango Fett clone.

"I have respect for the Jedi and their ways, but I will not change my ways just to suit that. Also those bandits aren't dead, those were non-lethal wounds. I merely incapacitated them by shooting their legs or arms, I only shoot to kill when I need to."

@Celiana @Myles Vylumnar [member="Brent Smith"]

 

[Myles Vylumnar]

Myles ignored the two bickering, and instead eagerly made his way inside as he brushed past the other two. The look on his face was a little excited as he took a look around. The walls were line with gun lockers, which were in turn lined with gun racks. The place was stacked to the brim with anything you could think of: Blasters, launchers, thermals, etc. Myles had no intention of really using most of these things. He preferred to keep it simple. Instead, he was intent on gun-running once this was all said and done. He assumed his compatriots would have no need for any guns either, except for maybe Brent.

"Guns... Lots of guns."

He remembered the task at hand, which was dispatching the last of the filth. They were holed up just across the hall inside the control room. They had probably witnessed the events that had just transpired, so they were likely preparing for it. Unfortunately for them, their efforts were futile and null. Myles walked over to the control room door with one of the thermal detonators he took from the armory. He stacked up against the wall with his rifle prepared, slapping the detonator on the door as it began to beep.

"Sorry, lady, but I'm offing these baddies. They picked the wrong angry motherkarker to mess with." he said to Celiana. The door blew open as he finished his sentence. Myles immediately began firing inside, mowing them down one by one save for their leader. He had other plans for him...

[member="Celiana"] | [member="Commander Firestorm"] | [member="Brent Smith"]