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[Ladro]

Ruuria​

Wyl Sector​

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Why oh why did the hearts of men feel the need to triumph above all else. That answer didn't exist and therefore was not something passing through Ladro's mind at the present moment. It was technically why his new gang of friends thought they were chasing after a random ship trying to cross sector. It was technically a feeling based impulse that had spurred them forward. One that Ladro had implanted by a simple nudge within friendly conversation. Betting an Outlaw that he wasn't man enough to take a ship and get away cleanly was as much a test as a damn vacation for the outlaws like himself. What set him apart from all the other Oulaws who used the force, did it for pride, or just liked to kill? Manipulation. A game that had placed the Galaxy in the palm of Ladro's slimy hands.

The hooded assassin sat in a chair within the cockpit, feet propped up. Eyes scanned over documents that were being displayed on the holoscreen across his face. Twitches and gestures moved the information at a rapid pace. The fact of the matter was that a scumbag up comer had relieved a random shipment of Spices from a vessel halfway across the galaxy. Such was normal and seen in the galaxy every day. Knowing that there were hungry individuals as ruthless as himself kept his mind sharp. The burning within remained unquenched due to it. So it was quiet normal for him to spare a glance at most and keep walking. Unluckily for this up comer the shipment belonged to someone. That someone knew a guy. Ladro.

A beeping on the scanner to their right indicated a vessel. Ladro looked at it for a second before his gaze pierced the sky searching for the needle. A speck of light no bigger than a microdot blipped in the distance. His finger pointed in the direction. Head spun to his new comrades showing a face filled with excitement, "Let's tag her and bag her boys!" Thrusters activated shooting there vessel into a collision course. Jammers activated bringing the ship in the distance back to the dark ages.
"You're not recognized as the best unless you take the captain and secure the ship! Who's got the stones boys?"

 

[Mortlok]

Who is that? Is that me complete? No, that can't be..

"Let's tag her and bag her boys!"

Mortlok awakes in a drunken haze. Once again he is on a random mission with new people. He reconsiders working with Artimis until he realizes he has no where more interesting to be. "Don't call me boy Ladro." "You will regret it," Mortlok states as he checks on Artimus.

 

[Artemis the Exiled]

The rush, the chase, the adrenaline. Nothing thrilled him more than testing his skills against another pilot. It was too bad this wasn't much of a test. Artemis didn't pay much attention to the other crew. He had a goal to achieve.

This was just a simple spice run except Artemis and his newly formed crew wasn't invited to the party. Tracking them was easy, out flying the other pilot was easy, trapping the ship into a corner in the middle of a endless galaxy now that was the hard part. Mortlok walked up behind his station and was instantly met with an order. "Send them the messege, Mortlok."

 

[Mortlok]

Mortlok slowly walked to the com station trying to keep his composure after another binge drinking session. "Attention nerf herder spice runners! We are here to take your ship. Surrender or my crew and I will skull fuck you." Mortlok blurted out as he took another swig from his flask.

 

[Artemis the Exiled]

Hearing the warning fly over the comm channel, Artemis couldn't help but smirk at the unconventional outburst. The reality of the situation was the fact that the warning wouldn't change the outcome. Surrender or not, this ship fate had already been decided. Just as Mortlok took his swig from the flask two warning lazers flew out chasing the lead starship...

 

[Ladro]

"Make sure you meet me on your best day." Ladro said in a mocking tone. The masked man, whose face looked like beef and cheese with a mask to small to contain the ugly, was a feisty drunk. Hmm, Always a fun combination." he thought to himself. Then the message they sent came out tastefully underworldly. Surprisingly more enjoyment had come from the mission than he had expected. Eyes scanned through documents bringing up a face recognition which now stored a picture of all three members of this crew. A bottle of spiced enhanced rum hit his lips. The smooth liquid flowed bringing a dull to the sting of reality. "I'm just not sure. Could have been any more clear? No? Okay good."
[member="Artemis the Exiled"], [member="Mortlok"], [member="Amarant deWinter"]

 

[Amarant deWinter]

Taking an extra long drag from his cigarette, Amarant flicked it across the ship, his giant Executioner blade leaned against him as he casually sat at the back of the ship listening to the bickering and drunken words of the rest of the men. What had brought him back to this life of crime? He had a cushy little job with CIS, a Templar, a member of the Seven Swords, plenty of credits flowing, but it was.... boring. So many rules and regulations to live by, he missed the olden days, when the only person who told him what to do was himself. The only person he was to trust was those he decided to choose, not those he was told to trust, and he missed that. The adrenaline rush of doing something that, if caught, could mean the end of his days. He was good at it, he enjoyed it, and he found himself in familiar territory with this crew of.... pirates?

Using the Executioners blade as leverage, he lifted himself up, and swung the giant sword around and planted it firmly within its sheath on his back. He wore simple clothing with minimal armor, brown in color, with golden colored Duralium mixed with Lanthanide to make a decent alloy armor on his breastplate and bracers. He liked to stay quick, and honestly, he lived by the motto of "Don't get hit and you don't need armor." motto. His orange bladed lightsaber bounced on his hip, but was mostly covered by the duster he wore, as he walked to the front of the ship and peered out the large window that showcased their mark: An XS stock light freighter.

Turning his head to the other men in the cockpit, he spoke softly, one of the few times they had actually heard his voice on the voyage. "Alright, she is a fast ship, but we have the jump on her. Artemis, keep us in front of her, she is going to try and get into hyperspace as quickly as she can so we cannot allow that. Let's see how good of a pilot you really are." Pushing himself up, he gave the pilot a pat on the back before he turned around to face the other two. "We get to do the fun stuff, lets hit the guns, aim for their hyperdrive. If we disable it, we board, then we take our fill of the cargo. These ships usually carry a little bit of muscle but they will not be expecting us. Republic Military is not as aggressive, and pirate attacks are rare these days, so lets make a name for ourselves."

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out another cigarette, and he quickly made his way down to the guns. Ah, he missed this.

[member="Ladro"] [member="Artemis the Exiled"][member="Mortlok"]

 

[Mortlok]

Mortlok runs to the guns. He aims and fires! Completely missing the ship as he curses under his breath, "shit," as he wishes he could operate any of this useless shit in this useless ship.

 

[Mortlok]

"Amarant, shoot that shit!" Mortlok Shouts as artimus continues after the ship.

 

[Ladro]

The men were taking to the situation for their own reasons now. Time for Ladro to have some fun. Quick strides through the ships corridors and a clime of the ladder leading up to the ships top guns had him locked and loaded. Yanking on the controls had the massive lazer thrower at his command. Fingers twitched on the triggers sending well placed shots outwards towards his target. The problem with hitting the ship was all of the chaos. Timing where the ship might be by lining the fire out in front by a specific time, predicting the all around maneuvering of the ship on its hectic escape attempt, making sure the entire ship didn't get blasted to pieces.

Repeatedly ammunition Ladro was throwing seemed to be on a collision course only to miss at the last second or slam into the ships shields. Their target was doing everything in their power to stop this from happening. In the moment it became clear that his reflexes were the only thing that would help him now. The idea was crazy but the liquid flowing through his body had done enough to his motor skills to make his aim a hair too slow. His eyes shut closing out the world around him. A deep breath in and a long exhale released shooting air through his nostrils and mouth simultaneously as his eyes shot open targeting the ship and throwing the first shot off he could get.

Smoke and sparks erupted from the ship in the distance. A sense of pride came with the great shot. Sinking back into the chair again brought his boots up and reclined relaxation became too good to pass up. The bottle of spiced rum hit his lips again while his suit's scanners identified the craft as his target. Thinking outside of his personal needs and of the situation. The pilot in control of the ship Ladro was on would have surely seen the shot and smoke flowing out the back of it continuously. It would be important that Ladro remember to remind his teammate of how awesome it had been. Keen eyes followed the ship in the distance as it continued to try to avoid the turret fire peppering it's ass still.
[member="Mortlok"], [member="Amarant deWinter"], [member="Artemis the Exiled"]

 

[Artemis the Exiled]

This power. The feeling of a ship coming alive. Goosebumps lined his arms as tunnel vision took control, locking the ship in his view. Laser cannon and the turret flinging light through space while he tracked the starship. Artemis sat rigid in his yellow jumpsuit as the ship ducked and weaved around the deadly light. That is when he saw the sparks fly and smoke roll. It was time to make the move. He slammed the thruster forward and cut the ship at angle to intercept. "Boarding Crew get ready!" Artemis flew their ship up beside the sitting duck. Boarding an enemy ship is always nerve racking. They could easily be setting a trap or feigning a hyperdrive jump. We would have to see. Slowly the boarding tunnel connected to the freighter....@

[member="Amarant deWinter"] [member="Mortlok"] [member="Ladro"]

 

[tiberiusjenkins]

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[Mortlok]

It's time. Mortlok prepares his tools of destruction. Entering in high stress situations is what he lives for. Feeling his nerves and anticipation turn into andrenaline. His heart begins to race, but only for a few seconds as he allows the moment to take over. Though the feeling passes with the realization that he has to stay tamed during the mission. He needs this mission to be a success. He can't lose control and obliterate everything. As he hooks his explosions to his belt and throws his bag around his back, Mortlok takes a good luck swig. He dashes through the boarding tunnel, pouncing on his prey. "Open this queen on three Artemis,"Mortlok states over com link,"1..2...3..Go." As the blaster door opens Mortlok slings a concussion device in the spice runners ship, taking cover as it sets off. He then rushes into the mysterious room. Peering over his cover with his blaster at the ready he notices there is not a soul in sight. Mortlok decides to rig the room with a personal favorite explosive and wait for the rest of his crew.

 

[Amarant deWinter]

The space battle, as he expected, was over just as soon as it began. Taking a large drag off the cigarette and finishing it, he exhaled and smoke filled the cabin, flicking the finished butt he jumped up from his seat and grabbed Executioner from its spot leaned against the wall. Climbing up and out of the chamber he made his way back to the pilots cabin and leaned down on the seat and looked out as it was boarding the next ship. Mortlok was getting ready for the action and Amarant chuckled as he let out another string of curses. "Nicely done," Amarant gave a nice reassuring pat on the shoulder of Artemis as the ship connected to the boarding area. "Now the fun begins."

Leaving the cabin he grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the shelf and he popped the cap open. Casually following behind Mortlok as he tossed a concussion grenade he took a large swig of the drink. The familiar burn laced his throat as he entered the entrance of the ship and looked around as Mortlok began putting up charges. "This will help," Amarant said as he put the cap back on the bottle and tossed it over to the foul mouthed alien. "Make sure you don't blow those before we leave, aye?" He chuckled as he watched the alien furiously put explosives up around the cabin.

Reaching into his back pocket he pulled out a blueprint of the ship, straight off the market blueprints of course, but enough to be able to tell where storage was. "Alright, Ladro, storage area is going to be that way." He held the map up with his index finger pointing in the left most region of the ship. "We should get about 50,000 worth of credits from this ru...." A blaster bolt ripped through the air and Amarant's instincts kicked in as he dropped to the floor behind a little bit of cover. As he was falling he counted six men, two of which would put up a fight, the other two were scared out of their socks. They would be the easy targets.

"Get on down there Ladro, we can hold em off." Amarant glanced at Mortlok with a look almost asking for a reassuring head nod or anything. It was time to see how well they worked together.

[member="Mortlok"] [member="Artemis the Exiled"] [member="Ladro"]

 

[Ladro]

Holovid projections in front of his face scrambled for a moment before switching to thermal scanners right before Ladro moved into the enemy vessel. Eyes were sharp for a split second darting to the map in the hand of Amarant to his left. A beam of energy passed before his eyes. Reflexes twitched sending his torso spinning. The attempt at evade wasn't enough. A jolt slammed into his body which was already moving backwards throwing him to the ground. The smell of singed armor wreaked in his nostrils. Back slammed against what little cover he could find. Throbbing pain from where the bolt had released all of it's energy into his left shoulder remained present in his thoughts but it never broke his concentration.
"Get on down there Ladro, we can hold em off." "I'm on it. I'm on it!"
Snapping back and aiming down the hall sent suppressing fire at two enemies half shooting more hiding. Jolting upwards his legs threw the weight of his body into a sideways somersault up over his cover. Why did he have to throw himself into the grunt work when things went awry? Thrill. Ladro hated when he sounded like a fool to himself. A bolt zipped past where his head had just been right before diving to his left. Rolling up quickly brought him into a dead sprint down the small metal hallway to the teams left. His pace slowed when coming up to another turn and his body sunk low beside the edge. Heavy footsteps coming from the adjacent hallway were barreling forward with a purpose. Their owners efforts of flanking was too late. The man half rounded the corner quickly with his weapon stretched out due to his arms being locked forward. Ladro's ducking position held the advantage. His legs spurred his body under the man's arms who was firing repeatedly. The right palm of the assassin snapped upwards into the mans juggler. Upon impact his gauntlet housed blade released into the jugular slicing through his esophagus. The wheezing sound of pain released just as Ladro's left hand reached the other side of his head and gripped before a violent twist finished the job. The snap was quick and clean. Just after the body dropped Ladro was eyes forward while both blasters fitted in his hands.

Moving at a slow pace brought him into and down the now empty hallway. "One down. Door coming up to my right." voice was calm and low as he spoke through the comms to his comrades. Blaster in his right hand was holstered while the other aimed to his left down the empty hallway. Splicing gear entered the control panel next to the sliding doors. Ladro's heart was pounding now; sure that another crew member would round the corner at any second. Eyes twitched back and forth from hallway to his tech while scrambling numbers began to align.
[member="Amarant deWinter"] @Mortlok @Artemis the Exiled

 

[Mortlok]

As Ladro laid suppressive fire and fled, Mortlok reached in his bag. With a dastardly grin on his face he looked at Amarant and grunted,"me first!" He flung a smoke bomb and flung himself over his cover charging his foes blaster ripping out shots and bloodshed flowing through his mind. No idea what was to appear on the other side of the smoke cloud he jumped to the left side wall of the metal corridor, propelling himself off one foot. Sensing another soul he pounce tackling one of his enemies grabbing his head and snapping his neck feeling the life leave the unworthy body. The other spice runner adjacent to Mortlok looked upon the situation with a look of distraught. The adversary lifted his blaster shaking as he did so giving Mortlok just enough time to roll the corpse over him using it as a shield. The lifeless body took a couple shots before mortlok propelled it towards the enemy knocking him into the wall and the blaster out of his hands. Mortlok seized his prey with blaster shots flowing all around his position. he took the spice runner and held him as a human shield as he made his way back into the smoke towards Amarant. Mortlok's initial plan was to secure one and bring him back to amarant for possible intel or other diabolical usages. Though as he was making his way back to Amarants position a random blaster shot drilled the hostage in the face. "Shit!" Mortlok cursed under his breath as he dropped the corpse and leaped backwards into cover with Amarant as the smoke fizzled away. "I took one down before losing a hostage," Mortlok informed Amarant before asking "What next?"

 

[Artemis the Exiled]

Listening on the comm channels, Artemis looked at the hologram of the schematics of the boarded ship while Ladro announced his movements. "Should be another door down and to the left." he signaled to Ladro. "That's where the storage location is, however, be wary of the cabins to the right. May have crew defending in either location." So far so smooth. This ambush had been fairly well planned out. If all else go well then this easy tip off some smuggler may turn into some easy credits. I wonder how Mortlok is handling the pressure. The creature had always seemed very blood thirsty. Then there was Amarant the cool headed killer that had taken position as the leader. Something about the way he spoke and handled the situations gave the crew a feeling of comra.... Then the blips started appearing on the radar....

First it was just one. A second two. Then 2 more. The bigger blips mutliplied... which could only mean one thing. They just released their fighters.
"Guys, sorry to end the Tea Party, but time to grab what you can. We have 4 cruisers that just released around ten escort fighters. I'll be blowing the tunnel in 120 seconds. Don't be caught on the wrong side of the tunnel..." Artemis's voice faded as the sound of the ship controls flared up again drowning out his comm channel.

[member="Amarant deWinter"] [member="Mortlok"] [member="Ladro"]

 

[Ladro]

A steady blaster stared down the empty hallway. Screams and sounds of engagement filled the silence putting his nerves on a bit of unease. The thought of getting his hands on the cargo focused his thoughts. In truth it drove him to perform faster and without hesitation. A brute of a woman rounded the corner in front of him. Three shots erupted at the twitch of Ladro's trigger finger dropping the cunt in the middle of the hall.
"Should be another door down and to the left." came the voice of Artemis. "See it." His facial recognition displayed on his holovid but it was the last thing Ladro was focused on in the moment. [member="Artemis the Exiled"];

Three strides took him over the dead corpse and in front of the door. The paneling on the cargo bay was unlocked. This became evident to him when the doors shot open exposing a large size room half filled with metal crates. His eyes darted across the cargo while a scanner in his hood searched for a shipment vin code. A few seconds later Ladro was standing in front of his merchandise again. "Guys, sorry to end the Tea Party, but time to grab what you can. We have 4 cruisers that just released around ten escort fighters. I'll be blowing the tunnel in 120 seconds. Don't be caught on the wrong side of the tunnel..." The words didn't fully hit him at first. Why would anyone be out here looking for this vessel. Had a group of his men come in search of the stolen cargo? His head snapped back to the truth quickly. No one had known he was going to get the merchandise. Only one person had known about the movement of the goods.
This was a set up.
Ladro responded instantly by getting the lid off of the crate. The decoys of other goods remained telling him that his merchandise was safe. Cutting through the boxes exposed two small flex sealed packages of spice. "Miss Me?" spinning on his heals with the packages in hand sent him bolting from the hold. "We don't have 120 seconds! Blow it in 20." The words were spoken through choppy breathes due to his sprinting through the halls. In a matter of seconds he had passed both corpses. Soon after Ladro made it into, more so jumped through, the smoke filled hall where his friends were waiting on the other side. "Didn't keep you waiting did I?" Ladro's sarcasm was thick though he spared no time for chit chat and continued his rushed pace back to their vessel. If a dog fight was headed their way then it would be met with open hostility.
[member="Mortlok"], [member="Amarant deWinter"].