Gone Fishing (Red Raven Heist)

[Xander-Clyde Gage]

Location: Docks
Objectives: Distract and disable turbolaser
Allies:[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Tyro'din"]

"If you ladies are done jerking each other off!!"

Was all he heard for a while from his blonde commander while she was busy shooting every guard she saw with her shotgun. Clyde decided to keep his sarcastic response to himself and keep shooting down the seemingly endless supply of guards storming from everywhere faster than before.

"Focus on the right flank, men!" Clyde yelled as he noticed that the guards were now attempting an outflanking strategy which if the ravens did not counter, it would turn into a massive bloodshed. He stood up from his cover and fired two lethal shots at sprinting towards the flank enemy guards. "Don't let them take our flank!"

As if the fishmen's selfless charge on their flank was not enough of trouble, that the station's defences went online and two turbolaser turrets now began firing hell on the ravens.

"Damn it." Clyde muttered to himself as the ground from the turbolaser's fire started tearing off. He stood behind a sturdy cover and yelled. "Wasn't someone supposed to take care of these defences beforehand?!"

As he reloaded he heard Patricia's apparent order to him and the bothan to take the second turret out as she had sucessfully blown to scrap the first one.

"Got it, m'am." Clyde acknowledged the orders of the blonde commander. "The fire from these turbolasers already secured these fish a bigger amount of reinforcements. It gonna keep getting hotter, m'am."

He then turned his attention on how to disable the final turbolaser and turned back to some fellow ravens behind him.

"Bring me a rocket launcher!" One of the men nodded to Clyde's order and went further back towards a weapon cache apparently lying in cover.

As the man was running from cover to cover with the rocket launcher to reach Clyde, he was shot by enemy fire and dropped down dead with the rocket launcher in open space where fire was exchanged furiously.

"Shit." Clyde frowned and looked around, then he reluctantly took out his one and only thermal detonator that was on his belt and fixed his hat as he activated the detonator. The gunslinger threw the detonator far away and waited three seconds when the detonator went off and a massive explosion shook the docks, with that as a minimal distraction Clyde ran from cover and jumped onto the rocket launcher and as quickly as possible rolled over, stood up and jumped back to his previous cover.

Adjusting his rocket launcher he noticed he had only one missile and unfortunately the distance between him and the final turbolaser was too far. Shaking his head he strapped the rocket launcher on his back and readied his heavy blaster pistol.

With a few shots from his cover hitting a few of the guards, Clyde darted from his cover, sprinting to one cover, firing a few shots before leaving to another cover cutting short the distance between him.

As he jumped from his cover to reach for another one Clyde's shoulder and arm were pierced with two blaster shots and he dropped down again grabbing his wounded shoulder and began sweating. He knew he couldn't risk going to another cover, he had to fire the rocket launcher from here. Clyde put his pistol back in the holster and armed himself with the rocket launcher.

"Cover me!" The gunslinger yelled to some ravens close to his position to cover him as he would fire the rocket launcher.

The ravens quickly jumped from cover and spawned a rain of blaster fire to the guard's position which were closer to Clyde, while he sprung off his cover, aimed at the turbolaser and held his breath.

Clyde pulled the trigger.

The rocket launcher's spewed out a missile leaving behind it a trail of smoke which directly hit the turbolaser disabling it for good.

The gunslinger dropped down back to his cover and grinding his teeth, he took out his pistol from its holster while dropping the rocket launcher away. Clyde began his previous cycle of shooting guards but stayed in cover a bit longer than he used to due to his shooting arm being pierced by two blaster shots.

He noticed that by the time the ravens were able to disable both turbolasers, the guards were able to use the opportunity of additional firepower to deploy even more than before guards and the docks were becoming quite hot for the Red Ravens.

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Location: Docks
Objectives: Distract and disable turbolaser
Allies: [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Tyro'din"] [member="Xander-Clyde Gage"]

Just as the final turboblaster was taken out, Tmoxin rounded the corner with eight hired mercenaries. The docks were now crawling with guards. Her mercs opened fired with blaster rifles and a bunch of guards splashed into the water. As blood pooled in the water small sharks and barracudas were attracted by the smell and they began to feast on the wounded guards.

"Now!" Tmoxin ordered and her mercs threw a bunch of frag grenades right into the second line of guards. The grenades blew up not only the guards but parts of the docks as well and anyone too near the explosion would fall into the water along with them. Tmoxin and her mercs were far enough back but she hoped no Ravens were close the blast. She had tried to carefully organize her merc based on Patricia's directions but there was so much chaos and fire at the location it was hard to see through all of the smoke.

Tmoxin looked down into the water at one of the guards whose arm had just been bitten off by a shark. She glanced at one of the mercs and said, "Maybe after all of this is over we can have a fish fry."

 

[Arage Bao]

Who: Bridge Crew
Objective: I Want It Allhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b7wR-ujiSn8

‘The feth are we doin’ here, Mal.’

‘Paying our dues, gringo. Paying our dues.’

Khal didn’t particularly care about the ship. Truth to be told he thought this whole damn thing was one damn paradox, but who was asking his opinion on the matter? Not the Gringo, not the Blue Biblo and definitely not the blond princess. Naw, this was all ordered from the top and what the top wanted was a big heist of the century, the Ravens had stolen a Star Defender… read the headlines yourself.

Promises had been made, dues had to paid - no matter what he personally thought of the whole ordeal. Was the way of life really, couldn’t expect the head to think exactly the same as the tail, but ya gotta follow the head regardless, no? Well. Gringo thought that was bullcrap and Mal was starting to agree with the sentiment.
Wouldn’t be wrong.

But in the meantime, the adrenaline was finding its way through his body again, life became sharper, the relief of the gun pressed against his skin made him happy. This was what it was all about, no? Moment their submarine crashed into the opening, his men filed out. The Exchange had many members these days, smugglers, dealers, assassins, muscle, sloop racers… and then there were the mercs.

Gun fire started to rain, people died. Ain’t the end of the world, really. It’s the beginning of something new and that was how Khal was explaining it to himself, well that and the fact that his men were using ssi-ruuvi paddle beamers. Meant that they weren’t killing no one - was probably wishful thinking, but a man’s gotta have a little code and these guys were mostly innocents.

Khal didn’t enjoy ending innocents, stepping outta the fold his crew headed towards the bridge. Together with engineering and a few other key locations; control over them would make this a whole lotta easier.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Location: The ship
Objective: Stealing the ship (Doin' it like the BeeGees)
Allies: [member="Lurcano Car'dann"], [member="Daiya"]

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The child's small hand moved with an inhuman speed, a blur to the human eye as the small droid exited the submersible drop ship through the sealed tunnel carved into the side of the ship. Droplets of ocean water and condensation fell like rain onto the light jacket that the human-like droid wore, as he emerged inside of the ship. Blaster bolts sailed past his afro, but the youth only paid them scant attention. The threat that they represented was someone else's problem.

Specifically, that was for Daiya or Lurcano to deal with.

As for himself, the droid had an opponent of a different kind to battle. Crossing the corridor, the small boy found a computer terminal access port, most likely an internal compartmentalization control port -- such as for sealing off sections of the ship with internal blast doors -- and produced a cable from out of his pocket, which he used to connect the VersaPad to the computer port.

This ship's computer circuits might be shielded against external intrusion, but he was on the inside now.

The boy's hand froze over the VersaPad, as his body seemed completely frozen as he ceased the primitive exercise of manual data entry and instead activated the remote slicer inside of his body, taking direct control of the interface as his own droid brain directed the cyberattack against the ship's computer.

Base-12 algorithim, asymetric data encryption. Astral. That meant that this would be a challenge.

Challenge accepted.

Primary controls were hardened against access, so where the secondary bypasses. But what about the secondary systems? Door controls, for example. As though to make the point, the boy turned his head and looked at the section of corridor behind them, where several blaster bolts were coming as a trio of Mon Calamari security guards ran up the halls. With a blink, a set of blast doors slid shut, sealing them off.

"I'm in."

The voice, the droid-boy's, came through the overhead intercom as he looked back at Daiya. "I'm attempting to access internal motion sensors," the disembodied voice remarked, as the small automaton disconnected the VersaPad from the computer port and pointed down a corridor. "I do have internal schematics. The quickest way to the engine room is through a maintenance access hatch precisely twelve hundred, forty-seven meters from our current location."

Collapsing the VersaPad, the small boy tucked the computer tool away inside of his jacket as he strolled across the field of fire toward the first of what would be many corridors to take them to their destination. Unfortunately, as a Class-3 droid, his programming prevented him from harming sapient lifeforms, which made him useful in a firefight. Fortunately, his remote access to the internal door controls allowed the boy to seal and open sections of the ship as they went, preventing the group from being followed and cutting off attacks from the side corridors that were unnecessary to their destination goal.

As for the people shooting at them in the path that they did need to travel down, the Wookie and the human girl seemed to have that challenge well in hand.

It was going to take a week to get the smell of blaster cannister gas out of his hair though.

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Docks
Objective: Distract
Allies: [member="Xander-Clyde Gage"] [member="Tyro'din"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Samuel Graves"]

Placing her blaster rifle on her side Patricia was starting to think that leading the distraction crew might of been a mistake. But there was no going back now, all there was to do was make sure her men got out alive and that ship was theirs. Placing the assault rifle on her back again the Outlaw shotgun came out again to play. Reaching onto the bandolier of slug shells she loaded up nine forty caliber solid slug rounds into the shotgun. Pumping a round into the chamber with the lever she grabbed the pistol grip tight and looked over to her men who had successfully pushed back the enemies counter attack and removed those deadly turbolasers.

"Good work! Lay down a suppressive fire and hold position until it's time to go! Evac is on it's way!" Patricia said on team one's comm channel.

She took in a deep breath of air and pounced up start firing on any incoming guards. This place had a crap ton of staff, and they certainly weren't lacking in the guard department. Patricia pumped the lever action chambers go another round before letting the shotgun roar with a solid slug hitting Mon Cala guards, sending their bodies into the water. It pained her to kill these people, but it was the price of her line of work. After all they used non lethal force until the fish people started bringing out the big guns, so it wasn't their fault was it? Either way what was done was done and Patricia was coming home tonight to see her children, that was a guarantee.

She hailed [member="Samuel Graves"] in orbit and asked some very simple questions and made a few demands.

"Grave Digger this is Red Dress!" A series of explosions went off thanks to [member="Tmoxin Temi"] and her men and Patricia ducked down so the sounds of static and screams filled the mic.

"Forget the reinforcements! We need an evac asap! Casualties are high and I think we got their attention! Send your birds down to harass and badger as we load out!" Patricia made her orders clear and it was time to get her people out of the fire.

 

[Xander-Clyde Gage]

Location: Docks
Objective: Hold ground until evac arrives.
Allies: [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Tyro'din"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

Clyde remained beneath the furiously exchanged fire staying in cover while reloading once again. His arm was still bleeding and as a result he was grinding teeth and panting. Dirt all over his face and attire had covered him due to the constant destruction of the place. If Clyde could not think of anyway this situation might get worst, a brunette lady appeared, a Red Raven he had seen a few times in the casino, leading a few PMCs. He was a bit glad for the reinforcements but they needed the evac more than ever.

"Now!"

Being glad for the reinforcements was just a feeling that ended with that order of the lady. Clyde's widened as the PMCs threw like catapults a wave of grenades towards the deeper lines of the guards, lines he was dangerously close to due to his earlier progression with the rocket launcher to get closer to the now disabled turbolaser.

"Shi-" Clyde was not able to finish his curse as the grenades exploded and caused sever damage to the docks, creating holes and tearing whole pieces of ground sending it underwater. The Mon calamari would have nothing against having a swim but Clyde was definitely not up to it as the ground he was standing on tore itself apart and began a journey to Clyde's oblivion.

He put his pistol quickly in its holster and with final strength managed to take a few steps and jump towards the not yet torn floor of the docks. The pain in his wounded shoulder was tearing him apart as he held his body with his arms. With unbelievable pain tolerance and strength he managed to pull himself and quickly jumped to the nearest cover he could find while picking his fallen hat from the ground.

"You've gotta teach 'em some proper aiming, m'am. " He said with half a humorous tone and half a serious tone towards the brunette that had caused even more chaos to the whole place since her appearance. At least she was good at distracting that was for sure.

He heard a woman's voice near him speaking on a comm channel speaking of evacuation, Clyde looked at the voice's direction and found out he was one cover away from the blonde commander - Patricia.

"' You alright over there m'am ? " Xander-Clyde smirked, sarcastically asking her while sitting on the floor behind his cover as fire resumed as ferociously as before the barrage of grenades silenced them for a moment.

 

[Lurcano Car'dann]

Objective: Take Star Defender
Location: Star Defender Bridge

Lurcano and his men moved burst into the bridge. They had fought their way through the ship, sustaining minimal casualties as planned. Despite this, Lurcano's scuba gear was covered in holes where blaster fire had hit him and deflected off his armor. 'I really need to thank Patricia again for this. Saved my ass more then once.' Lurcanos and his men quickly made short work of the Mon Calamari crewmen. Their resistance was paltry, and some of them even attempted to surrender. In the back of his mind, Lurcano had a small twinge of remorse but he shrugged it off. He had a job, and this universe was filled with people who got karked on a regular basis. Lurcano was not going to lose any sleep over a few sub-human fish that stood in the way of what he wanted. He ordered three of his men to the Star Defenders controls, and he ordered the remaining 5 to guard the entrance into the bridge in case any more Mon Calamari tried to come in and take back the bridge. He stretched his back before calling in on the comm link.

Lurcano Car'dann: "Status report Squad 3? Squads 1 and 2 have made their way to the bridge. We are now standing by and waiting for you to get to the assigned destination. Be quick about it."

[member="BB-4001A"] [member="Daiya"]

 

[Daiya]

A joint effort by [member="Daiya"] and [member="BB-4001A"].

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Location: Green Urchin, Before the Engine Room Blastdoors
Objective: Once more, unto the breach!
Allies: [member="Lurcano Car'dann"] [member="BB-4001A"]

A teenaged Human girl yelped in surprise as a hot bolt of blaster gas whizzed past her ear, crackling and popping loudly as it passed. She spun into a crouch as she faced the direction of the blaster wielder, one of a number of uniformed Mon Calamari and Quarren who still blocked the way into the engine room. Another of her squadmates might have struggled to identify the shooter, but Daiya had an inkling. No, it was more than that. It was a feeling. No, it was more than that.

She just knew.

A squeeze of the trigger was all that was required to drop that particular perpetrator. She glanced the way of her squadmates, checking on their progress. Her Wookiee guardian, Tawrro, was wrestling long durasteel beam from the arms of one, two, no, three Quarren adversaries. Daiya giggled at the sight, watching as the Wookiee gained the upper ground, turning the metal beam into a bat and the Quarren into three very squishy balls. She nearly winced as the beam connected with flesh, and a black sludge spewed out from the remains. Averting her eyes, the girl quickly turned her sights to the dark-skinned Colyn.

"That barricade we encountered in section nine caused considerable delay," the small droid commented, running the numbers and calculations in his head as he walked through the carnage with stoic detachment. "We should hope that Lurcano's team is making more efficient progress."

"Progress? I'm just trying not to get my head blown off!" Daiya squawked, disconcerted by the smaller boy's lack of concern. But he had been invaluable so far in removing the obstacles in their way, at least those that could be controlled electronically. So, for the moment, the girl could forgive his obtuse remark. Firing a few shots at the Mon Calamari who was evading her sights just a bit too well, she threw a question back at the slicer, "Any chance we're getting through those doors sometime soon?"

The small boy pulled out his VersaPad and plugged into a computer access port. "They have altered the security access protocols," the automaton supplied casually, as he worked. "I will require approximate ninety more seconds in order to re-calculate."

Daiya just nodded, moving to place herself in between Colyn and the ensuing fray. Glancing at her blaster, she noticed the warning light that indicated her supply was down to just a few shots. No matter, she thought as she reached down for a new gas cylinder. Something made her head shoot up and her arm fling out in time to see a fish charging into her, catching her in the stomach. The blow knocked the wind out of her lungs and the gun from her hand, sending the girl back against the wall, her head connecting hard with the unforgiving metal.

"There," the droid noted aloud, as the blast doors and entrance to the ship's engine room rolled out of the way.

Having achieved the objective, the droid turned his attention to the altercation taking place behind him.

Even while his programming limited the span of options in these situations, it was within the scope of his design to act to preserve life. A rather unique situation, then, for a Class-3 droid to be caught in the middle of an assault unfolding between two sapient lifeforms -- a situation in which the laws of robotics, to not harm a life and to act in its preservation so neatly contradicted one another.

The boy wondered if it wasn't at all like the internal conflict which humans described as a moral imperative.

The automaton's golden brown eyes assessed the movements of the Mon Cal guardsman in a scant fraction of a second. Weight on the back foot. shoulder extended with an arm reaching back.

Assessment: Incoming jab

With the sweep of his right arm, the afro-headed droid neatly deflected the strike with a knife hand and then pushed the hydraulic pressure of the servos in his arm and shoulder as he extended the same arm forward. The back of his palm collided with Mon Cal's chest, propelling the merman backward with astonishing force.

The weight suddenly lifted from her chest, the girl regained her breath gasp by gasp, leaning over with her hands on her knees to steady herself and relieve the knot in her stomach. From the corner of her eye, she spied Tawrro and the rest of the squad taking care of the remaining crew guarding the engine room's access point, leaving the open corridor beyond devoid of opposition. When she was able, Daiya rose and threw a weak smile in the direction of her afro-haired guardian angel. "Thanks for that."

She wasn't even going to try to understand how he'd done it, though.

Daiya compelled herself to move, joining the rest of the squad at the point beyond the blast doors. The way before them was clear, and strangely so. She glanced up at Tawrro, whose hairy face gave little in the way of insight. Yet the girl could see the fatigue setting in behind his eyes, a reminder that her guardian was not as young and elastic as she. Her mouth drew into a line, but the teen let it drop. Now was not the time to be worried. "Does anyone else have a bad feeling about this?"

The boy merely gave a curt nod in acknowledgement. "We should withdraw inside of the engine room. I will seal the access points," the droid noted somberly.

It was as if fate, or something much much worse, had ordained to carry out her words. As the girl turned, she noticed wisps of heated air rising from the material on Colyn's back, growing cloudy as carbon exhaust joined the plume of smoke. "Uhh, Colyn?" Daiya started, catching her smaller companion's attention in what she hoped was enough time. "I think you're on fire. Your jacket's smoking."

 

[Lurcano Car'dann]

Objective: Take Star Defender
Location: Star Defender Bridge

Lurcano heard the various radio chatter coming through the comm link. From what little information Lurcano could gather, the men were slowly but surely making there way through the engine room. 'They must have been doing some repair work within the engines room, as that's the only reason I would assume that they have this much more opposition then what we ended up facing. Maybe I should have assigned Squad 2 with them, instead of with us. No matter; foolish to debate such things now. Suddenly over his comm, he heard static before the voice of the slicing droid which had been assigned to them came in,

BB-4001A: "This is Team 3. We have secured the engine room. Power and propulsion will be at your disposal momentarily."

Lurcano Car'dann: "Excellent. Good work Team 3. Are there any opposition in the halls that might need to be mopped up?" Lurcano waited for a response before the small droid radioed back in,

BB-4001A: "Internal blast doors have isolated remaining resistance."

Lurcano just nodded, ignoring the fact that they couldn't see him on the other end of the line and turned his head back to the men manning the Star Defenders controls. He barked out orders telling them to prepare to power up, and move into position with the fleet that was currently orbiting the planet. He then radioed back in the BB-4001A.

Lurcano Car'dann: "Use the Oxygen scrubbers to filter out all Oxygen in said rooms with the Mon Calamari trapped inside. We'll kill 'em off that way. Good riddance I say." Lurcano then messaged Red Dress, who was running the operation which was responsible for distracting all personnel to their ship heist. "Red Dress, this is Lurcano Car'dann reporting in. We've secured the ships engine rooms and bridge, most if not all the opposition has been put down. We're taking 'er up now, so get the hell out of there when you can. It worked like a charm."

[member="Daiya"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="BB-4001A"]

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Location: The Engine Room
Objective: Slice, Steal, and Deliver
Allies: [member="Daiya"], [member="Lurcano Car'dann"]

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"Status report Squad 3? Squads 1 and 2 have made their way to the bridge. We are now standing by and waiting for you to get to the assigned destination. Be quick about it."

The droid didn't overhear the chatter over the commlink as much as he processed it. The boy didn't carry a commlink on him. Rather, he was the commlink.

"This is Team 3. We have secured the engine room. Power and propulsion will be at your disposal momentarily," the youth transmitted back over the carrier frequency, so that it would sound as though he had spoken the words even when he hadn't uttered anything aloud.

"Uhh, Colyn? I think you're on fire. Your jacket's smoking."

At the comment from the girl, the small droid turned to glance back over his shoulder. The garment he was wearing was indeed smoldering. Shrugging his way out of it, the small boy revealed a hole burred into the shirt he wore underneath, a blood-like fluid now exposed as it trickled from out of the scorched edges of the hole as the lubrication fluid leaked from out of his compromised droid body.

Gingerly probing the blaster wound with one hand, the small droid did an internal systems check. "The damage is superficial. I am fully operational," the boy commented dryly, his arms falling back by his side as he proceeded inside to the master systems display.

The teen just rolled her eyes as the boy walked past her, moving into the engine room proper to stare at some readout diagram. Daiya shrugged to herself, casting aside that thought as well as she moved to take up position inside the engine room, checking to ensure that the area was clear of any remaining resistance. She swung her blaster about a bit more slowly than she'd like, still reeling from the effects of the close introduction with the corridor wall. The girl really hoped there wasn't going to be any more fighting.

All at once, the blast doors to the engine room slid shut once more, sealing the squad into the room. Daiya shrugged nonchalantly, not giving it much of a thought. Glancing around, she saw the rest of the squad doing the same, relieved that someone had tripped the switch. She threw a, "Thanks, Colyn, smart thinking about the door," back toward the boy at the display for his foresight.

The droid merely nodded, focused instead on the console in front of him as his hands worked in a steady blur as he ran encryption protocols to bypass the security lockouts on the controls. "Main power on-line. Primary engine start-up procedures engaged," the boy announced, before reaching for a lever to his left and gesturing for Daiya to grab a lever two consoles over on the right. "Adjust that to one-point-nine-seven on my mark," the droid began, as a loud banging sound echoed overhead.

The droid paused for a moment, his remote slicer interacting with the internal circuits. "An exterior airlock has been compromised. We may experience flooding in the ventilation shafts," the young automaton remarked coldly, before turning his attention back to Daiya. "Mark."

Daiya gripped the lever, pulling it when the boy called out. She let go when the indicator reached a few points from 2, looking back at the slicer for more instructions. Her head tilted as she, too, noticed the clanging above them. A coldness swirled around her toes and heel, causing her to glance down. "Yeah, Colyn, I don't think that's 'may' anymore."

As the rumble of the drive plant resonated through the room, a cascade of water poured in from the ventilation ports overhead. And there was another call through the commlink.

"Excellent. Good work Team 3. Are there any opposition left in the halls that might need to be mopped up?"

"Internal blast doors have isolated remaining resistance," the droid communicated back through the open link, even as he worked the controls.

"Use the Oxygen filters to filter out all Oxygen in said rooms. We'll like 'em off that way. Good riddance I say."

The droid blinked. Then just nodded. Glancing over at the Wookiee, the boy said, "That panel, press these buttons in sequence: A-forty-seven, J-nineteen, K-nine, confirm, confirm."

As the Wookiee made the necessary adjustments, the droid glanced back over the console, as the water pooled in the engine room. "Main propulsion on-line. Navi-computer on-line. We are ready for launch."

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Location: Docks
Objective: Hold ground until evac arrives.
Allies: [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Tyro'din"] [member="Xander-Clyde Gage"]

Tmoxin turned to the human who she didn't recognize but had to be on Team Distraction. She smirked and said, "You know how contractors are. Now if I had my own elite squad of..." A huge explosion went off close to them - one of the frag grenades which detonated late - and she hit the deck. When the coast was clear, she dusted herself off and shook the human's hand. "I'm Tmoxin, Sergeant at Arms of the Ravens." BOOM! BOOM! She shot him a look as if to say, maybe introductions would have to wait.

She heard the call from Red Dress to move out from the area, so she whistled at her mercs and signaled for them to retreat. "Oh you're bleeding," she said to the man noticing the wound on his arm. "They'll be medpacs with the evacuation team. Just hold tight. And I didn't catch your name..."

 

[Miss Blonde]

Location: Docks
Objective: Distract
Allies: [member="Xander-Clyde Gage"] [member="Tyro'din"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"] [member="Samuel Graves"]

Patricia lifted up a thumb from a dust and ash blanketed area in response to Xander-Clyde Gage 's question.

"I'm good!" Patricia lifted herself up and began to wipe the dust and soot off of her little red dress.

It was time to go, like really time to go. Word from Lucarno was they were set to take off and get the ship up in the air. Hopefully the crew was wise enough to get gone, but she wasn't about to let him space thousands of workers. They were just workers after all, not armed guards trying to kill them. So as the Stargo drop ships came down Patricia stood up and began to walk backwards firing plenty of rounds at the fish people who were advancing on them.

"ITS TIME TO GO!!" Patricia shouted out to her fellow ravens. The drop ships were waiting at the end of the docks and soon her men began to load up.

Reaching the side of the ship Patricia lifted her comm unit to her head and hailed [member="Lurcano Car'dann"] to give him very specific instructions on what to do with the workers on the ship.

"Roger that Lucarno! This is Red Dress, you are to lower life support systems until workers are passed out. We will remove them and leave them on some backwater planet with a pay phone. You are not to space them!" Patricia gave her very clear orders then loaded up into the first drop ship.

"Move your asses!!" Patricia said and pulled out one of her pistols to lay down some suppressive fire as she cloned up into the ship.

 

[Lurcano Car'dann]

Objective: Take Star Defender
Location: Star Defender Bridge

Red Dress: "Roger that Lurcano! This is Red Dress, you are to lower life support systems until workers are passed out. We will remove them and leave them on some backwater planet with a pay phone. You are not to space them!"

Lurcano growled, slamming his fist against the control panel. He didn't like being rebuffed. In his mind, he thought, "They're filthy subhuman beings that stand in the way of the Red Ravens goals. Now we're going to have to waste valuable time, fuel, and money so that they can go back to living on their poodoo hole of a planet. This is karking weak.' Despite these thoughts, he simply shook his head and moved to carry out the orders that Red Dress had sent him. He radioed in once more to the droid that was in the engine rooms to revise his orders, all the while shaking his head. 'Soft. It's soft.'

Lurcano Car'dann: "A change in the orders. Lower the life support systems till the Mon Calamari are knocked out. Do not kill them, I repeat, do not kill them. And what's our status on the launch time?"

BB-4001A: "Main propulsion on-line. Navi-computer on-line. We are ready for launch."

Lurcano Car'dann: "Good." Lurcano turned to the men manning the controls and said, "Get us the kark out of here."

Lurcano watched as the Star Defenders thrusters began to start up, and the ship slowly began to rise. It then picked up speed. Soon they broke the surface of the water and they headed straight for the atmosphere. Lurcano let out a sigh of relief, as he collapsed onto a seat. He was sore, tired, and had burn marks all over his body from where his armor had heated up after taking to much blaster fire; but it all and all, had been a good days work.

Daiya Patricia Susan Garter BB-4001A

 

[Xander-Clyde Gage]

Location: Docks
Objectives: Evacuate
Allies:[member="Tyro'din"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

The wounded gunslinger let a slight grin for a moment at Patricia's thumbs up answer to his sarcastic question. Something that really separated the Red Ravens from the rest of the criminal syndicates, according to Clyde, was their colorfulness. The whole syndicate seemed to be made up of completely unique individuals.

Next to Xander-Clyde stood the brunette lady that began explaining something about contractors when a frag grenade, issued to be thrown on her command, blew up late cut her statement short and she hit the ground next to him. The ex-republic soldier smiled with a raised eyebrow at the fallen woman, implying the fun of the whole situation.

"I'm Tmoxin, Sergeant at Arms of the Ravens."

She had grabbed and shook his hand introducing herself when a few other explosions cut the conversation once again and rubble began falling more often than before, it seemed the docks were close to surrendering themselves to the water after this chaotic firefight. Clyde looked around the dock's structure and indeed that seemed to be the case. They had to get out of here immediately.

The order to leave came at the same moment, issued by the commander - Patricia.

Tmoxin began issuing orders to her mercs to retreat and so did Clyde start doing the same to different ravens, he always felt it as a duty to leave last after all had left or be one of the last ones, a trait he had gained during his years as a sergeant and later as a lieutenant.

"Oh you're bleeding. They'll be medpacs with the evacuation team. Just hold tight. And I didn't catch your name..."

He turned towards the Sergeant at Arms and tipped his hat.

"Xander-Clyde Gage, m'am. " He introduced himself. " Call me Clyde or Gage."

He then looked at the rapidly advancing guards as the revans made their retreat, Clyde stood up and fired some shots precisely at a few guards and then fell back into cover turning his attention to Tmoxin once again.

"It'd be best if you started retreating, sarge." Clyde told her as he nodded at the retreating ravens around.

 

[Tyro'din]

Location: Docks
Objective: Evacuate
Allies: [member="Xander-Clyde Gage"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Tmoxin Temi"]

Tyro'din sat where he had taken cover while what remained of the group sorted themselves, low rumbling growls echoing from the back of his throat. Shrapnel had somehow found its way into his right thigh, right bellow his already existing blaster wound. Reaching out he grabbed the cane he had brought on the mission and stuffed it into his mouth before tearing the offending piece of metal out of his muscle, crying out into the wooden cane, glad that it was made out of brylark wood and as such would not shatter from his jaw clenching in pain. Before he had even removed the metal he had checked to make sure that it wasn't stopping him from bleeding out by clogging an artery, he had been lucky in that the metal had missed most major areas to wound on the thigh but it had torn up his muscle badly.

Groaning, he pushed his way to his feet and removed the cane from his mouth before hobbling over to the rest of the group. His rifle was once again secured on his back and both pistols were holstered. When the order came for the retreat he altered his path, aiming to intersect with the rest of the group on the way to the extraction point. He stumbled when the platform beneath his feet gave way at one point and placed pressure on his heavily bleeding wound.

When he finally joined with the group he fell in next to the man he had been having a shouted conversation with at the beginning, Xander something or other he believed, raised an eyebrow at the woman next to Xander he hadn't met yet and nodded at the people he recognised. All the while firing the odd shot at the oncoming guards, this time the slugs he fired from his blaster were his VENOM slugs, slugs specially made to contain acid. The guards he hit fell, screaming, as the acid ate into their skin. While to some that may have been an over the top effort, to Tyro'din it made sense, at that moment in his pain filled mind, they were the ones responsible for the wound that would sit hi out of acting for a while due to his policy of never speeding up the healing of a wound unless absolutely necessary so that it would serve as a lesson for him.



(OOC: Sorry if, in any of your opinions, it took too long for me to post, I didn't get a chance to reply for a while until now)