Human Cargo

[The Upright Man]

[Ambience]

Thud, thud, thud.

The sound of footsteps on the ship rattled from one end to the other. It was Julian Solo who was the culprit of those noises. By the time the shuttle had reached the prison ship in orbit above Coruscant, droid recovery crews had been dispatched and picked up the Helios and Eclair, the two ships now sat in the large hangers beside the much smaller shuttle.

The rest of the ship comprised of a command deck from which the piloting was done, and cells everywhere else. There were cells in every direction. All of them were empty, but one. The cell in question had a single coffin-like durasteel container. Something living was inside of it. It growled at the noise of Julian Solo walking by, and then thrashed inside the box.

"Our local Trandoshan," Solo announced, "Twelve counts of murder, one count of theft and two counts of attempted genocide on Jawa's. I'd let him roam his cell but last time I did that he escaped, so I keep him in his box."

"Now," Solo said to Cryil and Quinn, "Whatever weapons you have on you, drop them on the floor where you're standing - or no one gets attention from the medical droids." He pointed to a wall lined with cuffs, "You, Jedi," he pointed at Quinn, "Cuffs your ankles and then have your friend cuffs your hands behind your back." He motioned to Cryil, "You don't need cuffing."

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Quinn very quickly drops her lightsaber and then handcuffs her ankles which she is leaning on Cryil for support right at the minute. "Hey cryil give me a hand her." She says putting her hands behind her back and handing Cryil the cuffs. This is the thing she had feared since she had gotten out of carbonite being captured again but she would do anything for Cryil to live.

[member="Julian Solo"] [member="Cryil Lynn"]

 

[elirrocks]

He looked around the ship big, much bigger than the Eclair the cells everywhere gave the place a creepy feeling especially the one with the Coffin inside. The Eclair was in the hanger luckly less damaged than he initially thought. The Bounty Hunter was talking about something but he couldn't focus on it. The man pointed to some cuffs on a way and continued talking but Cryil still couldn't focus on it. He should have died from blood loss by now but he still was living, well until the bounty hunter killed him. Surviving on sheer will was good but it wasn't going to save him. What a bad day...
He saw Quinn handing him the cuffs he understood what she meant. Doing his best he used his good hand to try and put the cuffs on her. However he fell forward consciousness slipping away quickly.
[member="Julian Solo"]

 

[The Upright Man]

"Kark," Solo said, Cryil hit the floor hard. "Don't worry about those cuffs," he said to Quinn. He squatted beside Cryil and held up his stub arm, the wound was bleeding. He reached over to the dropped hilt of the lightsaber. He had never used one before, but how hard could it be? From what he understood lightsabers worked on the same principles as blasters. An energy field contained the plasma. Plasma was hot enough to cauterize wounds, and Solo had already done it once today with his blaster.

He flipped the lightsaber around until he found the button, and cautiously he activated the blade. "Good thing he's passing out, or this would hurt like a-" he swiped the blase across the wound quickly, cauterizing it instantly. The bleeding stopped. He said to Quinn, "While you've still got hands, make use of them and carry him." He didn't need to explain why, or show weakness. He'd taken a fair few hits in the fighting and his own wounds still needed tending too.

He walked towards the nearest bulkhead, tapping a finger against the cage with the coffin within, "Don't be too rowdy, we've got a Jedi on board." The Trandoshan seemed to quiet down after that. Most people were sane enough not to mess with Jedi. Solo was not a sane individual. He pocketed the lightsaber within one of the pouches of his bandolier. He turned right down the corridor and into a small bedroom that had become a makeshift medical clinic over recent months. "Lay him on the bed."

[member="Cryil Lynn"] [member="Quinncolson"]

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Quinn bends down and picks him up with a great deal of difficulty but she gets him up only to fall because of her leg. She screams like a baby.

[member="Julian Solo"][member="Cryil Lynn"]

 

[The Upright Man]

When Quinn didn't come into the room, he heard the screaming, and then a thrashing coffin. The first thought to go through his mind was that the Jedi released the Trandoshan. He was just about to take out his blasters when he limped into the room to see that he had forgotten about her broken leg. "Huh," he huffed. His other captive was still in his little box, but the screaming had unsettled him.

He moved to a rack and took a roll of rope. Old yet reliable. "I'm in no condition to carry either of you," he announced, "But my gauntlets augment my strength. I can drag the both of you. After all, this isn't a five-star resort." He would have hung the rope under Cryils shoulders but he was risking it from slipping out at where his arm now-ended. So he tied it around the boys feet. With the other end he put a foot on Quinns stomach, attempting to keep her pinned en case she resisted him dragging her, and hung the rope under her shoulders and past her armpits.

He pulled the rope until his hands were holding it roughly in the middle, stood in front of them, and began to pull.

@Quinncolson @Cryil Lynn

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Being drug was not the most pleasant sensation she had ever felt her leg was dragging and it was causing pain and further injury probably. "Who are you working for." She said in a small high pitched voice do to the pain and fear of being frozen again

[member="Julian Solo"] [member="Cryil Lynn"]

 

[The Upright Man]

"Myself, mostly," Solo answered, "I have a corporate sponsorship from some giant money-maker. But that's about it. They take a small portion of the cut, they give me some medical benefits and free gear, but that's about it." He pulled them into the room, untied Cryil first and left Quinn to untangle herself. He left Cryil on the floor while he moved across the room to a deactivated 2-1B Surgical Droid. It was an ancient model, but hey, the thing still kicked.

He hit a button and the lights came on, in a manner of speaking. "How may I assist, Mister Solo?" the droid asked, and Solo pointed to Cryil, "I don't know what else he has wrong with him, but you need to fix up his arm before he gets an infection and the skin rots, otherwise we'll have to cut the rest of it off at his shoulder. Get. To. Work."

"Now the only thing I can do for you, whatever your name is," Solo said to Quinn, "Is that I get my droid here to put a cast around your leg. Alternatively a more painful option is he slices your leg open, peels away those layers of flesh and foams up the cracks in your broken bones. Good as new, but I don't have anything to knock you out, BUT, I can knock you out." He reached up and removed the alien-like design of the helm, revealing a young man in his early twenties. Brown hair. Blue eyes. Clean shaven. His jaw was chiseled and his nose was bent from a previous break. He craned his head at the surgical droid to see that it was starting to inject antibiotics into Cryil.

[member="Quinncolson"]

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

"The name is Quinn and I will take the cast I prefer it to surgery and who put this bounty out on us?" She said as she wonders if she could get lime green.

[member="Julian Solo"]

 

[The Upright Man]

"The Sith did," Solo answered, dodging introducing himself. Getting to know your targets too well was never a good thing. "They issued the bounty at the start of the war. You'll score me four-hundred-thousand credits. Your friend.. eh, not much, unless he is a Jedi, too. But I'm sure if I patch up his ship it could score me at least maybe one-hundred-thousand creds or so." He moved to a shelf and took out a canister. "Remove the pin, pull the trigger and aim it around your leg. It shoots foam that will solidify within seconds after making contact with oxygen."

[member="Quinncolson"]

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Quinn does as told but begins worrying what the sith will do to her

[member="Julian Solo"]

 

[The Upright Man]

"Once the foam hardens it will act as a cast. If you're willing to divulge some information, I can turn the healing process from a few months into a day. I'm not wasting my resources for nothing." Solo placed his helmet on a bunk, crossed his arms and watched the surgical droid performing on Cryil. He was cleaning the wound and cutting away some of the flesh, preparing to stub for a cybernetic insert. "Your friend here needs a new arm, and the cybernetics I'm offering aren't cheap. So, you tell me what I want to know, and I'll fix up your leg, and give him a new arm. You bite your tongue, and who knows what happens to his other arm.. or your other leg." He turned to look at Quinn with raised brows. There was determination in those eyes. A greed. The lust for credits.

[member="Quinncolson"]

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

"What do you want to know and can I get this cast in pink or green?" She said smirking "And I don't care about the speed"

[member="Julian Solo"]

 

[The Upright Man]

"I'm sure you are right, you don't care about the speed of recovery, but you should be concerned. These gloves can crush metal, I wonder what they could do with bone," Solo said gravely, flexing his fingers. He took a seat, "If you want the cast painted, you can do it yourself when I hand you over. I don't keep paint on me." The surgical droid began to burrow through the bone in Cryil's bicep, and inserted the cybernetics in, attaching the interior mechanisms of his new arm and hand, before placing a casing over it.

"So, Quinn, I want you to tell me who you are, what you were doing on Coruscant, and what your affiliation is to the Jedi." He took out the hilt of the lightsaber and fiddled with it in his hands, looking over the craftsmenship, "And then you will tell me who your friend is, why he was on Coruscant, and who he works for."

[member="Quinncolson"]

 

[elirrocks]

Cryil stirred in his sleep like state
[member="Julian Solo"] [member="Quinncolson"]

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

"I was hunting the sith that cut his arm off and I am a jedi padawan. Cryil was there helping me hunt him and he works for himself."

[member="Cryil Lynn"][member="Julian Solo"]

 

[The Upright Man]

"Hrmpf," Solo huffed, content. He waved a finger at Quinn, "You're worth three-hundred-thousand, just as I thought." His neck craned as the Surgical droid said something in binary. Solo didn't know the language but he knew the droid was distressed. He pushed himself up onto his feet and strode over to the bed where Cryil was begining to wake. Solo snapped his fingers beside the mans ears, "Wake up, princess."

[member="Quinncolson"] - [member="Cryil Lynn"]

 

[elirrocks]

There was a feeling in his arm, it was different than before but that could wait, the bounty hunter was there. opening his eye he was correct "You're the bounty hunter who wrecked my ship, right?" He was in some sort of medical room. The was a strange metal object on his right arm. A Cybernetic...
[member="Julian Solo"] [member="Quinncolson"]

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

"So whats it gonna take to get you to let us go?"

[member="Julian Solo"] [member="Cryil Lynn"]

 

[The Upright Man]

"That's right, Cryil, and your ship is now my ship - Once I'm done with repairs, of course." He stood away from Cryil and tossed him a pair of cuffs, "Now do as I said earlier and handcuff your friend here. Hands behind the back." Quinn spoke up, and Julian knew the question was going to come sooner or later. Everyone tries to buy their way out. Everyone. "It'll cost you thrice what the Sith are offering," Solo said, "Because double-crossing the Sith is not a smart move."