Public Crime of the Century - Open

[Nos Voros]

Outfit: Clothing/Armor
Undercover Kit:

Spoiler: Undercover Deployment

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• Cortosis Vibroblade
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• Legion Crew Personal Protection Weapon Mark I
• 1 X Modular Hand Grenade-Model 01
• 1 X Anti-Armor Grenade-Model 01
• Bastion-class Load Bearing/Combat Vest (protective vest only)
• 2x blaster cartridges
• 01x stun grenades
• Ascension Pistol
• Fusion Lantern
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks

As the kick connected, Nos could immediately feel the pain shoot up his ankle to his knees as he tumbled end over end in the aftermath.

The Mando burst with his jetpack for distance leaving the senator behind, instead opting for a spray of bolts fired at Nos.

The Zeltron reached for a boot Vibroknife as he lept to a dumpster for cover. The blade escaped his hand as a blaster bolt hit him center mass, blasting a carbonized mark into the protective vest underneath and altering his mid-air trajectory from the rapid expansion of heat bursting at his chest, knocking the wind from him and delaying his leap for cover.

The Vibroknife he had thrown, however, hit its mark - a clean cut through the hostage's binds- an impressive feat of intensive practice and more than a bit of luck.

As Nos coughed and hacked, he waved for the kid to make a break for it, priming the
stun grenade on his belt and cooking it as he charged out into the fire, tossing it for an airborne detonation closer to Brent Warnel 's position, then covered his head with his forearms and barged forth to try to keep up.

Between the stun grenade and the wide Zeltron making a run for him, Nos hoped the distraction would buy the kid enough time to get clear, though there was no way he was going escape unscathed like some Jedi in hail of blaster fire - there was only so much heat the SIA Suit sleeves could protect from.

Tom Darthur | Brent Warnel​

 

[Brent Warnel]

Brent continued his barrage as the Zeltron dove into cover after he landed heavily on the ground. His blaster bolts connected with the other man, and the rest began to strike the dumpster he had taken cover behind. At nearly the same time, Brent saw a flash of reflected light from something flying in the air, and the next thing he knew, the Senator's son was ripping away his bonds and trying to escape.

Brent lept to his feet to recover the situation, continuing to dump blaster bolts into the Zeltron's position to keep him covered and shifting his weight towards Logan, who was on his feet and about to make a break for it.

Brent's HUD lit up as it tracked the grenade from behind the dumpster, followed closely by the Zeltron. Brent's suit sealed, and his visor darkened as the grenade detonated close to him, slightly deafening him but leaving him otherwise unharmed as his suit and armor took the brunt.

With his right hand, he bent his wrist, and his Whipcord launcher shot forth to tangle around Logan's feet. With his left hand, his flamethrower roared to life Nos Voros , intending to keep him back but not hurt him; the bounty was for an individual alive, after all.

 

[Nos Voros]

Outfit: Clothing/Armor (partial)
Undercover Kit:

Spoiler: Undercover Deployment

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• Cortosis Vibroblade
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• Legion Crew Personal Protection Weapon Mark I
• 1 X Modular Hand Grenade-Model 01
• 1 X Anti-Armor Grenade-Model 01
• Bastion-class Load Bearing/Combat Vest (protective vest only)
• 2x blaster cartridges
• 1x stun grenades
• Ascension Pistol
• Fusion Lantern
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks

The stun grenade made Nos's ears ring but he averted his gaze in time to avoid the worst of the flash, distant enough from the ion blast.

The bounty hunter lashed Logan with a
Whipcord and a burst of flame roared to cut off his approach. What kind of bodyguard would he be if he wasn't willing to dive through a spray of flaming substance?

Nos continued at full speed, pulling the suit jacket over his head to cover the worst of the burns, the material clinging to the blazer and burning through the material.

Landed in a roll, feeling his skin scorching underneath as he shed the coat - which was now effectively tattered, burning fabric. Underneath was a network of oncd- concealed harnesses, holsters, and bandoliers.

Nos continued the roll to his feet, leaping in the last meter not towards Logan or Brent, but the taught whipcord between them, all 210 lbs pulling down on the cord like a downwards fulcrum of a lever.

Nos gripped the line and tugged, his exposed crimson biceps swelling with the explosive exertion, trying to throw the hovering bounty hunter off balance if he couldnt manage to pull them into arms reach - betting that the Mando was going to detach the cord instead of let it tether him to the Agent.

Brent Warnel​

 

[Brent Warnel]

Brent saw the Zeltron sprint through the fire, covering himself as best as possible from the flames, but it was only so effective. Brent readied himself to engage in close quarters, but the angle of Nos Voros was not toward Brent, but toward his whipcord launcher.

The Zeltron gripped the whipcord and yanked on it with all his strength, trying to pull Brent off balance. It worked, but only so much. Brent outweighed the other man by a significant margin, but it was a single point of contact on his wrist versus the full strength of the other's body force. Brent let the whipcord launcher detach and use the forward momentum from the Zeltron's pull to roll forward closer to the Bounty.

As he rolled, he dropped his pistols and extended both of the blades in his vambraces, coming up with a devastating left uppercut aimed at the Zeltrons torso, meaning to drive his blade deep and take him out of the fight.

 

[Nos Voros]

Outfit: Clothing/Armor
Undercover Kit:

Spoiler: Undercover Deployment

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• Cortosis Vibroblade
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• Legion Crew Personal Protection Weapon Mark I
• 1 X Modular Hand Grenade-Model 01
• 1 X Anti-Armor Grenade-Model 01
• Bastion-class Load Bearing/Combat Vest (protective vest only)
• 2x blaster cartridges
• 1x stun grenades
• Ascension Pistol
• Fusion Lantern
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks

"RUN KID"
Nos shouted as he crossed his wrists to intercept the upwards stab, earning him a not-insignificant gash across the forearm - better than pierced guts.

Foolishly, Nos relied on instinct - forgetting in the heat of the moment he was unarmored as he bashed his forehead against the armored foe, earning him nothing but a sudden headache and a scalp cut bleeding down his face.

"Karking-"
Nos's grip of the blade holding arm was paramount - lose control of the weapon and he could be fatally wounded faster than he could react.

To add to the list of reckless maneuvers in the past 30 seconds, Nos lept and tugged on the blade wielding arm, attempting to isolate the weapon with a flying armbar, hoping that the sudden motion and raw strength could overcome Servo-assisted joints long enough to get the kid clear.

With the cut on his forearm, however, the clock was ticking before blood loss weakened him beyond capability.

Spoiler: OOC Blood Loss Dice

For my own purposes, I'm going to roll a D6 and have the dice determine how much blood loss affects him to add a 'countdown' of sorts

On a D6 roll of 1, Nos's blood loss will render him effectively noncombative.

Brent Warnel | Tom Darthur​

 

[Brent Warnel]

Brent was rewarded with his uppercut by the Zeltron blocking with his unarmored wrists, and Brent's blade bit deep. The retaliatory headbutt from the other man shocked Brent, who didn't believe that move was on the table for the armorless man.

Brent was going to return the headbutt in kind but took his attention away from Nos Voros as Logan had extricated himself and was now running away. That momentary lapse of concentration allowed his opponent to leap and grapple his arm in an apparent attempt for an arm bar.

Brent sucked in his elbows to his body and grabbed his left wrist with his right hand, pulling Nos close to his chest and not allowing him to extend his arm, holding the other man up through pure Mandalorian grit. But now Logan was running, and he would quickly be out of Brent's reach if he didn't act.

"All stems," he said plainly, and his armor obliged by dumping its cache of medicine into his body, fueling him. He let go of his wrist, allowing Nos to wrench his arm towards the ground, staggering him forward and almost pulling him down. Almost.

With his other wrist, he pointed it at Logan and launched a net that sped toward the Senator's son and completely encapsulated him, causing him to fall over.

Nos had not let the moment go to waste and was now in complete control of Brent's arm. Brent could not lift the other man, and with his broken collarbone, he couldn't wrestle on the ground, so he used another remaining tool: whistling birds. They shot from the vambrace Nos was holding and arced up and around to come back down on him. With the proximity, though, the targeting would go haywire, and they would be hard-pressed to land effectively.

All the while, Brent was hunched over, using his drug-fueled body and wide stance not to allow Nos to take him to the ground, hoping the whistling birds took effect. If not, he would have to grapple with Nos on the ground in his injured state.

 

[Nos Voros]

Outfit: Clothing/Armor
Undercover Kit:

Spoiler: Undercover Deployment

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• Cortosis Vibroblade
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• Legion Crew Personal Protection Weapon Mark I
• 1 X Modular Hand Grenade-Model 01
• 1 X Anti-Armor Grenade-Model 01
• Bastion-class Load Bearing/Combat Vest (protective vest only)
• 2x blaster cartridges
• 1x stun grenades
• Ascension Pistol
• Fusion Lantern
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks

The whistling birds emerged, doubling back for Nos - thankfully not for the boy.
Nos had a grip and wasn't about to let go to protect himself, not with the runt once again stuck.

The Zeltron Bodyguard tightened his core and grit his teeth as the whistling became deafening, and they whizzed past - all but one. The singular projectile scraped along the side of his cheek right before detonation - blinding, deafening, burning encapsulated his senses. Something warm dropped down his neck. His vision cleared in his right eye, ringing in the right ear.

The left side of his face was a scorched ruin, tingling pain covering where his cheek and temple was. Nos could feel the breeze against the gums of the left side of his mouth. He didn't dare open the left eye.

He would be forever marked by the blast if he survived the encounter, but he would rather be marked with injury in the line of duty than marked with another in his care being injured. He pulled harder. His time was limited. If the boy couldn't get free, Nos had to make sure this Mandalorian wasn't in any condition to carry him off.

His voice was coarse, gurgling slightly from the injury, "Run, Boy!"

He hoped the boy could free himself - Assuming the boy could find his own choobies.

His strength was going to fad, the armor of his goes arm smeared with more and more crimson lifeblood. Nos planted one of his boots on the Mandalorian's helmed and pushed off, used his whole body to pull the arm away and back - he was unlikely to disjoint his foe do to the armor's joints, but each moment bought here was precious time for the Senator's Son.

Brent Warnel​

 

[Tom Darthur]

PLANET: CORUSCANT
LEVEL: TOP-LEVEL
PRECINCT: 56

"We got 'em, sir," the radio crackled as an officer spoke to Tom, "About two clicks north of you in an alley, sending coordinates now. The drones above him; he's engaged with another individual."

"Get me all available units to that location!" Tom said as he turned on his lights and siren and accelerated into the traffic.

"Move! Damn it, move!" Tom yelled at traffic as he sped through it, getting ever closer to Nos's position. He'd be there in a moment. "Hold on, Nos, I'm coming," he said.

Nos Voros

 

[Brent Warnel]

Brent's ligaments and tendons in his arm and shoulder ripped and tore as Nos Voros kicked off his helmet and pulled with all his might. As the Zeltron did this, he heard him yell out again at Logan, aggravating Brent even more than he already was.

"Enough!" Brent yelled at the bounty as he continued to wrench on his arm, sending pain radiating up his body even through his drug-fueled state. Brent rolled with the Zeltron as he pulled him down. Nos had control of one arm and was rendering it useless, but this wasn't a grappling contest, and Brent still had plenty of weapons. "Why do you care for this boy, Nos Voros of the Senate Security Force? You know what trade he plies and the damage he has dealt."

As Brent talked, he pulled out his Akrab dagger, ready to plunge it into any piece of Nos's body he could. His broken collarbone made his strikes reasonably weak, and potentially easy to parry. "You are wilfully ignorant to the powers of the rich, or worse, complacent to them. You will die here today now because of it; your bounty be damned!" Brent yelled, trying to plunge the dagger into Nos.

As Brent and Nos continued to fight, Logan began to extricate himself from the net, ever closer to freedom.

 

[Nos Voros]

Outfit: Clothing/Armor
Undercover Kit:

Spoiler: Undercover Deployment

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• Cortosis Vibroblade
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• Legion Crew Personal Protection Weapon Mark I
• 1 X Modular Hand Grenade-Model 01
• 1 X Anti-Armor Grenade-Model 01
• Bastion-class Load Bearing/Combat Vest (protective vest only)
• 2x blaster cartridges
• 1x stun grenades
• Ascension Pistol
• Fusion Lantern
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks

"Why do you care for this boy, Nos Voros of the Senate Security Force? You know what trade he plies and the damage he has dealt."

That was a lot of information this bounty hunter had on him.

The information the hunter didn't have was more telling. SSF but not SIA Details - someone wanted him alive - someone outside the Alliance.

He had no time to speculate as another blade was drawn, and Nos was bleeding and burned from enough places.

"You are wilfully ignorant to the powers of the rich, or worse, complacent to them. You will die here today now because of it; your bounty be damned!"

With a last kick Nos rolled away, letting go of the hunter's arm and getting away with just a nick from the dagger. His face felt red-hot, nerves not fully recognizing the extent of the damage just yet.

"I am neither judge nor jury - I protect those I am sworn to." he had meant to say, though the air escaping the left side of his face gurgled, garbling his words. More accurately he was a weapon, that the Senate pulled aimed and pulled the trigger on.

"Who placed the bounty?" Nos asked even as he unsheathed a Vibroblade and stumbled backwards on decreasingly steady feet.

He still tried to keep himself between his ward and opponent, though a defensive focus was about all he could manage.

He had no time to reach for a stimpack yet - the conflict was more important than the risk of lingering injury or scarring.

Brent Warnel Tom Darthur​

 

[Brent Warnel]

Brent's stabbing motion was rewarded with a small nick on Nos Voros before the other man abandoned the grappling match and rolled away, creating distance. Brent quickly got to his feet, ready to finish the battle, but stopped short as the other replied to his initial words.

​

"I am neither judge nor jury - I protect those I am sworn to."

Brent understood the gist of Nos's words, even though his ruined face betrayed him as he tried to speak.

"Who placed the bounty?"​

Brent chuckled, "You protect bilge rats and renegades. You protect the powerful from their own wrongdoings, but you leave the commoner behind whilst you do it. Your corrupt government protects people like this," Brent's hand snapped up, sending a blaster bolt directly into Logan's back as he struggled free from the net, eliciting a cry and then silence. "But you let good, hard-working people be victims of the powerful. No more, Nos Varos. It is no wonder my culture flourishes in a time like this; your alliance is stagnating, and the people know it."

Brent glanced at Nos, seeing his wounds and his unsteady feet. "You are outmatched here, Zeltron. You were a fool to die for that reckless waste of meat." In Brent's mind Nos would die here, so what harm was there in telling a dead man who placed the bounty on him? " Eivii via the Hutt Bounty Network, if you must know."

Brent holstered his pistol and slid both of his vibro-knucklers from his back, holding them out to his side. "You will die for your alliance today Nos Varos. How does it make you feel that they will care nothing for it."

As Brent finished his words, he charged.

 

[Tom Darthur]

PLANET: CORUSCANT
LEVEL: TOP-LEVEL
PRECINCT: 56

"Follow me in!" Tom yelled into his radio as several units peeled out from the traffic around them and followed him toward an alleyway. "Drone team says the target is heavily armed and armored, Mandalorian potentially, use extreme caution!"

Tom drove his speeder between several vehicles, cutting them off and eliciting several honks even though he had lights and sirens on. "Shove it, arsehole," he stated plainly as he continued driving. The citizens of this world didn't know what Tom and the other members of law enforcement did for them; they only saw bits and pieces and formed an opinion of him based on very few facts. For instance, how he is driving right now. If they met him, they wouldn't like him based on this fact alone, regardless of the situation he was about to risk his life going into.

He was getting sidetracked in thought as he sometimes did, and the alley was coming up quickly. Tom drove in, weaving between trashcans and other debris as he sped towards Nos's location. As he got close, he saw them and jumped out of his speeder, running toward them. Tom drew his pistol and aimed toward the two as they were engaged in hand-to-hand combat, but he was still too far for an accurate shot, given the scene that played out before him.

On the one hand, was Nos, looking battered but on his feet in a defensive stance. On the other was the Mandalorian, blades in hand and walking toward Nos in a definitive and finalized stance.

"Coruscant Police, hands up!" A nearby officer yelled out loudly. What happened next was too quick for Tom to process thoroughly. The big man spun and launched a volley of rounds, making Tom dive behind a large dumpster. That volley struck home, dumping two officers into the dirt. Tom watched them writhe in pain on the ground, and he leaned out from cover and sent a few shots toward the armored man. He watched his blaster bolts ricochet and absorb into the man's armor with no ill effect on him.

"Take him down!" Tom yelled at the other officers, who were still on their feet. More blasters opened up, but the initial element of surprise was gone. The Mandalorian activated a jetpack and launched into the sky, evading them.

"Drone team, he's taking off; keep eyes on him!" Tom yelled as he approached Nos, seeing the damage to him. "By the Force man, you look ragged." Tom turned and yelled at another officer, "Get me a medkit up here quick."

"Where's the kid?" Tom asked Nos.

Nos Voros

 

[Nos Voros]

Outfit: Clothing/Armor
Undercover Kit:

Spoiler: Undercover Deployment

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• Cortosis Vibroblade
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• Legion Crew Personal Protection Weapon Mark I
• 1 X Modular Hand Grenade-Model 01
• 1 X Anti-Armor Grenade-Model 01
• Bastion-class Load Bearing/Combat Vest (protective vest only)
• 2x blaster cartridges
• 1x stun grenades
• Ascension Pistol
• Fusion Lantern
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks

"You will die for your alliance today Nos Varos. How does it make you feel that they will care nothing for it."

Normally, Nos felt nothing, or at least thought he did. The ol' head injury saw to that. But the previous reveal had him reeling still, not even attempting a reply through the ruined cheek running hot with blood.

"You are outmatched here, Zeltron. You were a fool to die for that reckless waste of meat. Eivii via the Hutt Bounty Network, if you must know."

Eivii . Both relief and dread at hearing that she was still alive, and evidently still holding a grudge as proved by the bounty.

Nos stumbled, keeping his blade held before him even as the blood loss made him feel increasingly lightheaded.

Thankfully, the detective arrived with backup which provided an opportunity for Nos to breathe, though he refused to relax just yet.

"By the Force man, you look ragged." Tom turned and yelled at another officer, "Get me a medkit up here quick."

"Where's the kid?" Tom asked Nos.

Nos began to speak, but the pain of moving his jaw now was felt fully, his sympathetic nervous system no longer dulling it the sensation.

He could only nod... And motion towards the figure of the kid on the ground, half-netted and with a still smoking blaster shot in his back. Maybe the kid lived, maybe not, Nos certainly didn't have the mental wherewithal to analyze from here. He began to stumble towards the kid, to check for signs of life - assuming that the Mandalorian would be on the run for a while yet.

Tom Darthur​

 

[Tom Darthur]

PLANET: CORUSCANT
LEVEL: TOP-LEVEL
PRECINCT: 56

Tom followed Nos's gaze toward the tangled mess of netting, finally seeing the body trapped within it. "Kriffin hell," Tom said as he followed Nos toward the netting, kneeling down next to the kid. Tom checked for a pulse with Nos, and both found it simultaneously and quickly glanced at each other. "He's still alive," Tom breathed.

"Call for Medevac immediately! I have two subjects, both urgent surgical!" Tom barked at the nearby troopers. "Sorry brother," Tom said to Nos, "But you need a patching up, and this will keep you close to the kid in case you want to ask him anything if he wakes up."

"Get me the trauma kit!" Tom yelled to no one in particular, "Hurry up! And cordon this area off, our crime scene just got a lot bigger."

Tom glanced again at Nos Voros , waiting for his reply.

 

[Nos Voros]

Outfit: Clothing/Armor
Undercover Kit:

Spoiler: Undercover Deployment

* Legion Combat Engineer Multi-Tool

• 4 X Combat/Utility Knife-Model 01
• Cortosis Vibroblade
• Legion Combat Pistol Mark I with Whisper-class Suppressor Series
• Legion Crew Personal Protection Weapon Mark I
• 1 X Modular Hand Grenade-Model 01
• 1 X Anti-Armor Grenade-Model 01
• Bastion-class Load Bearing/Combat Vest (protective vest only)
• 2x blaster cartridges
• 1x stun grenades
• Ascension Pistol
• Fusion Lantern
• Datapad
• Garrote
• 3x stimpacks

Nos took an inordinate time to reply, his face, shoulder, arms bleeding and paralyzed with burning pain now setting in.

He could merely nod. He was in no condition to be infiltrating anything this moment. He allowed himself to roughly fall seated down to the ground, legs crossed, and apply pressure to the gashes on his forearms, slack-jawed and breathing from his mouth, his face one-half of a grotesque portrait.

At least the boy lived. Regardless of their transgressions, Nos performed his primary duty.

...

When his mind was less addled with pain during a stint in the Bacta tanks, Nos was left with nothing else to think on other than the case, the boredom of recovery causing him to go over the evidence from before the interception.

Jane - promising accolades, lower level living. Drug overdose after suspicious credit deposit. Encouragement by law officials to drop the case, worked for a weapons manufacturer, he seemed to recall. It stank, but he did know know of what. Perhaps when he had recovered Detective Darthur would have made some headway with those warrants.

Who was Jane really? And why was she chosen wrapped up in the middle of this? Why were the credits left in her account?

On and on he repeated in his mind, submersed in the green liquid.

Tom Darthur​