Jail Break

[Robb Killian]

"Either kiss me or kill me, because your breath is torture."

And then, just as quickly as it had build itself up, Robb blinked, and the high was gone. What? Kiss her? Then the painful truth dawned on him, and in that moment he became painfully aware of his situation.

This person, the unnamed assailant who was after his latest employer, who he'd fought down to the floor, was a woman. Up until that moment he had thought of this person as an assailant, an enemy, an acquired target in need of a beat down. But not once had he thought of her as a woman, and here he was, straddling her, his knife at her throat, his face close enough to kiss. His face reddened as his mind registered just how close the two were. "I...y-you..." Oh...damn.

Robb withdrew his knife from her throat, returned it to it's sheath on his boot, rose, and stalked away from Davik and the woman. Davik's got this one...I...I need a drink... He found his blaster on the floor, not far from where the brawl had began. He crouched down and scooped it up but the grip, the familiar weight reassuring in his hands as he turned back to face his companions. He brushed his hand against the bloody and bruising side of his face as he returned to the group, wincing as the pressure sent a new wave of dull pain through his head. Wait. Did Kohai say 'CorSec'?....I definitely need a drink.

[member="Renci Selzen"] [member="Kohai Drenn"] [member="Davik Tren"] [member="Corvetta Salvo"] [member="Kairon Rees"]

 

[Kairon Rees]

Kairon strode through the middle of the bar floor, it seemed he had missed the worst of the violence. People in these worst dives tended to take any excuse to throw a few punches after a few drinks. The stained floorboards suggested it was a regular occurrence.

Ah, maybe I didn't, he thought as he pulled back the curtain and took a look outside.

He calmly walked behind the bar and started pulling bottles from the wall and underneath the bar. He emptied a glass bottle and started adding various liquors to it. "Corsec are assembling outside," he stated matter-of-factly. He span the bottle, mixing a myriad of colours into a shining orange mixture. "I suggest we make a break for it. Anyone have a light?"

Someone tossed him a lighter as he headed for the door, he took a quick peek through the opening. At least ten riot control officers. Not good.

He turned back to the occupants of the bar. The was a cry and a loud "fwoom." Kairon was suddenly a silhouette against a bright orange background.

"Time to make tracks, anyone who doesn't get arrested meet back up at the hangars."

 

[Nej Tane]

THE FUZZ! FIVE OH! THE ONE TIME! CHERRY TOPS! OTHER ASSORTED NAMES FOR POLICE OFFICERS.

Guns. Lots of guns. Were shoved in his face. And guys. Apparently, fighting a midget, and a bunch of guys shooting at each other warranted such a HUGE response from the local law enforcement agency. Who would have thought. Nej was halfway into a beer when he was tazedadsaojdsadkasjdhawidsi fouofuhOFHS PAIN OH BY THE FORCE AND BIG BREASTED TWI'LEKS THAT HURT SO MUCH. He fell over in a collective clump, twitching.

"The..."Zippity-zappity."Midget..."Apparently that was an offensive term, because he got zapped even more."Suuuuucks."APPARENTLY, that's when he knocked out. Or at least, he might have just voluntarily blacked out because those things HURT.

 

[Beowoof]

"Kraf. Guess we gotta go in now," she muttered, squeezing her cup of caf into the grimy cupholder. Slowly, the tall woman bowed her head and stepped out of the door of the undercover squad speeder. She leaned against the door lazily, allowing her weight to shut it as she slid her fingers across the fingerpad to lock and set the alarm. She loved the calmer moments of this job.

Finally deliberating towards the back door of the Tipsy Sailor, Lieutenant Spritejägare reluctantly unsecured her short variant of the DH-17 carbine blaster and felt for the bindercuffs hanging from her belt. She paused for a moment, pressing her shoulder against the door and listening to the commotion inside. This sounded like a job for Corellian Security, alright.

No, this was not a time for epic breaking and entering. Stepping back, the blond cop pulled out a comm unit-sized device and pointed it at the door, deactivating its lock. The "Key to the City", they called it. A moment of careless delay passed, Spritejägare taking her sweet time tucking the Key back in place before proceeding into the establishment. The door slid open for her, and the green-eyed monster dashed inside. The mess she beheld was unbelievable.

She raised her weapon. "CorSec! Everyone, down!"

[member="Kairon Rees"], [member="Robb Killian"], [member="Kohai Drenn"], [member="Davik Tren"], [member="Nej Tane"]

 

[Davik Tren]

"CorSec! Everyone, down!"

[SIZE=12.222222328186px]Almost as soon as the woman had barked out her order, Davik had dropped his drink and ran towards the exit. CorSec was notorious for always ruining parties, and this would surely be no exception. Luckily he had heard a man shout a bit of warning before the actual raid, which was always a nice thing to do. Needless to say that he had also forgotten about [member="Renci Selzen"] and left her on the ground. He instinctively made his way to the back door and bolted onto the open street. The night of the city did well to shroud the young spacer as he slipped down one of the various alleys and headed towards the area where he had parked his speeder bike. Time to get to the rendezvous... [/SIZE]

 

[Corvetta Salvo]

Corvetta stood at the center of the whole commotion, flicking the wrist of her striking hand back and forth in reaction to the pain she had felt upon landing of her punch. It never looked like it hurt this bad in the holos. She sucked in air through her grit teeth before erupting in giggles.

Her laughter was interrupted as [member="Kairon Rees"] announced the arrival of a bulk of Corellian Security officers gathering in the front of the bar in armor that suggested they were off to war. That was always a bad sign. They would stand back for now, as Rees had disrupted their plans for a moment with his fiery cocktails. It was time to search for the back door.

It seemed that CorSec had already tried the rear entryway. Another tall blond chick had infiltrated the bar--though this one was in uniform and seemed to prefer a gun as opposed to her fists. Corvetta did not see anyone with her so far. Tren must have noticed that as well, because he was off in a flash, scrambling out of the tavern and into the night. "Tricky!" That was real cool of him, leaving his crewmates behind without a word.

"Gotta scram, Koko; Killer!" She was not going to jail tonight, and neither were her buddies if she had any say in the matter. The pilot squirmed through the mass of bodies in the bar, keeping as far out of sight from the CorSec agent as possible. She waved back at her partners, bidding they follow. "Come on! Get your burners sparkin'!"

[member="Kohai Drenn"], [member="Robb Killian"], [member="Davik Tren"], [member="Nej Tane"]

 

[Nej Tane]

CorSec! Everyone, down!

CorSec! Everyone, down!

The words vibrated in his head, as his weapon was removed from him, and any others that he might have been carrying on his person. Damn it. Damn. It. Damn. It. Handcuffs. Rights being read.

"OUT OF EVERYONE IN THE ROOM, YOU GET THE HANDSOME ONE!"

"I think he shot the midget."

"DAMN RIGHT I SHOT THE MIDGET!"

"Uh...ma'am?"

"HE ATTACKED ME FIRST!"

"Recovered a slugthrower. So he's a rowdy one."

"I left my license for it in...the place that doesn't exist."

He was hauled to his feet, and made to face the Captain, [member="Malin Spritejägare"]. He smiled handsomely."This is the part where I get let go because I'm so handsome, right?"

 

[Robb Killian]

Robb had just made it to the bar when CorSec entered the bar. A lone voice broke through the din, just loud enough to punctuate any and all commotion.

"CorSec! Everyone, down!"

And then chaos broke out, and everything happened at once. The crowd scattered in the wake of the authorities, causing the mob that was to evolve into a tumultuous mass as everyone fought to escape prosecution.

Robb caught a glimpse of Davik bolting for the back door, and Corvetta wasn't far behind. She beckoned at him as she made for the exit. She shouted something at him, but he couldn't make out the words over the roaring throng. He made to follow her lead, taking a step towards the exit, only to be knocked aside by one of the bar's patrons. He hit the counter, hard, only managing to catch himself by slamming his hands down on the counter. He turned to look for Corvetta or Kohai in the crowd, but they were lost. He was on his own now.

There was no way Robb was going get out the back door, not with so many bodies heading that way. He forgot his swelling cheek and sore jaw just long enough to pull himself over the counter and behind the bar. Karking CorSec...Karking Crowd...

Nej must have been nearby because Robb could here him clearly as he was taken in. "OUT OF EVERYONE IN THE ROOM, YOU GET THE HANDSOME ONE!"

Robb shook his head and drew his blaster, if he was going down, he was going down swinging. That's when an obvious truth dawned on him, sitting before him was decently large assortment of alcohol, all free. Alright then...One thing at a time.

[member="Corvetta Salvo"] [member="Nej Tane"] [member="Davik Tren"] [member="Malin Spritejägare"] [member="Kairon Rees"] [member="Kohai Drenn"]

 

[Raziel]

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[Kairon Rees]

Kairon wasn't proud of himself, but he'd managed to slip behind the CorSec agent as she'd entered the room. He rushed down the corridor to the back of the bar and kicked open the door. He stepped out into the back alley, looking up and down for the best escape route. The alleyway was lined by landspeeders, an elderly gentleman getting out of his a hundred metres or so to his right.

Another speeder pulled up to his left and the doors slid open. CorSec. Immediately he turned to his right and started to run. "CorSec, hands up!" he heard come from behind him. He ignored the shout and continued his mad dash. A blue stun bolt passed close to his left shoulder, and he started to weave as he ran.

If he wasn't proud of sneaking out, he certainly wasn't proud of his next action. Pulling a comm unit from his pocket, he pointed it at the old man, yelling "key card, now!" The old man bought the ruse, rushing to pull the keycard from his pocket. Kairon took it and leapt into the speeder as another blue bolt glanced off the rear visor.

It took him three seconds to get the thing moving, but it had almost been too much. As he turned to look out the window he saw the CorSec agent right on top of him. He ducked as a stun bolt smashed though into the cabin and he hit the accelerator. The CorSec agent shouted after him, but then turned on his heel and started running back to his own speeder. Oh this wasn't good. He called his ship, to see if anyone was awake and able to help.

 

[Beowoof]

Officer Spritejägare sighed deeply and rolled her eyes to the side as the mad scramble ensued. No respect.

Suddenly, the most pathetic and rowdy smuggler type she had ever encountered was thrust into her possession. Oh boy, a hallucinating narcissist. These are always the most fun. "I don't have time for this," she stated and simply snapped the other end of his bindercuffs to the railing of the bar counter. She had her eye on a particular fellow who seemed to think he had just won the whiskey lottery.

Blaster still in hand but pointed harmlessly at the ceiling--for the moment--Spritejägare stalked up behind the man and tapped him on the shoulder. Now she realized he was her equal in size. Hopefully he was not the one who had apparently decked the notorious [member="Renci Selzen"]. The CorSec officer was not sure if she could handle someone of that caliber tonight. But here goes. "Enjoying the party, sir?"

[member="Kairon Rees"], [member="Robb Killian"], [member="Nej Tane"], [member="Davik Tren"], [member="Kohai Drenn"]

 

[Nej Tane]

"You are definitely not officer friendly."He looked down at the bar, and started to yank on it. A few other cops around him taking the safeties off their weapons convinced him otherwise. He blinked, before sighing and leaning his head back. He peered over the bar, seeing [member="Robb Killian"]'s back. Nej remembered people by butts. It was weird, but it worked, believed it or not. He sighed and fell against the bar.

"Ah give it up man, there's like, at least ten cops or more in here, and probably more outside."He said, leaning forward and tapping his head on the bar. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.

 

[Robb Killian]

Robb grabbed the nearest bottle of whiskey, unscrewed the cap, and took a pull. Okay... He took another sip, set the bottle down, and wiped his mouth. ...Okay, A plan...I need a plan. He was forced to admit, he wasn't sure what his next move was. Cor'Sec was in the bar, which left the front door inaccessible. He could try to sneak out the back and reach his bike, but he'd have to make it through the crowd. One thing was certain though, he couldn't just sit there, time was wasting.

He reached down to take one last sip when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"Enjoying the party, sir?"

Robb looked up to find a CorSec officer peering down at him. Damn it. Both had their weapons drawn, but she had the drop on him. Too many CorSec around to start a shoot out...unless... He rose slowly, and held his free hand open as a sign of good faith, making sure to maintain eye contact as he holstered his blaster. To his left, Nej stood cuffed against the counter, hitting his head against counter-top. Beyond him several CorSec officers were apprehending those patrons and brawlers too slow to escape, a group that Robb was apparently a part of.

Robb kept his gaze locked on the female officer's, debating whether or not he could disarm her or use her as a shield/hostage. Unfortunately she appeared to be the second most capable women he'd met that night, and after all the whiskey he'd downed he doubted he was capable of a daring escape tonight. Bad luck with women, tonight, and every night. Only option left is talking my way out.

Robb blinked twice, the whiskey was getting to him now. He offered the officer his most earnest smile. "I don't s-suppose you'd just let me off with a warning?"

[member="Malin Spritejägare"] [member="Nej Tane"]

 

[Vell]

Corsec would be arriving momentarily, meaning Vell had to move fast if he wanted to proceed with the second phase of his plan. He stepped away from the apartment's window and began his preparations. Asan Neet was on the move now, going to ground, and Vell had to keep to the schedule if his plans were to succeed.

He strode to the sleeping area of the studio-apartment's primary room and opened the pack he had left on the bed. Inside was a stolen CorSec Special Operations Uniform, forged credentials, and a vocal adapter module for his helmet's rebreather, all courtesy of his contact in CorSec. Within minutes he had replaced his casual attire with the uniform, secured his new credentials on his person, and fitted his new helmet with the vocal adapter. He turned to survey his handiwork in the nearby mirror.

Vell certainly looked the part, encased in the field gear of Corsec's SpecOps division, but did he sound it? He leaned in to test the adapter: "Inspector-," no, too raspy, "Inspec-" too falsetto, "Inspector Cole Oszuk, reporting for duty.". Vell paused to consider whether this setting was adequate, it is gravelly as opposed to raspy, I sound more natural, more...Human. It will suffice.

With that he flipped the helmet over in his hands and lowered it onto his head where it secured itself to the neck of his uniform with an audible hiss. Finally he holstered his blaster at his hip and strode out of the apartment and down to the street below. He had roughly one hour before the incendiary charge he left under the bed immolated the entirety of his room, and had absolutely no desire to be anywhere near the scene of that crime.

The next several minutes transpired as one would have expected, with CorSec arriving moments before Vell stepped into the alleyway adjacent to the apartment building. He maneuvered himself into the group of assembling officers just as the first of their number entered the Tipsy Sailor. He spotted [member="Renci Selzen"] almost immediately after entering the bar, she was hard to miss even among the dispersing crowd, a mountain of durasteel lying semi-conscious amid the chaos.

Of Asan Neet there was no sign. Good. Though one of his prospective clients, who Vell admittedly did not recognize, had apparently been apprehended and was shouting something about being handsome. Meanwhile the CorSec officer that had initiated the raid was poking around behind the bar. Now it was time to play the part.

Vell knelt down next to [member="Renci Selzen"] and forced her up onto her knees, where he secured her hands behind her back with binders. Finally he tried to drag her up to her feet, barely managing the feat due to the woman's considerable weight.

At that point things had apparently began to wind down, so Vell dragged Renci out into the street and threw her into the back of a CorSec cruiser. As he made his way back into the bar he accessed the tracking system in his HUD to see if the transponder hidden in Renci's binders was functioning, and was satisfied when her blip appeared.

Vell checked his wrist for the time, and was annoyed to discover he was behind schedule. [member="Darulon Toga"] would have to wait, there were more important things left to do.

[member="Malin Spritejägare"] [member="Nej Tane"] [member="Robb Killian"] [member="Kairon Rees"]