Public No Fear: Escaping Coruscant

[Locus Flamemaker]

Turns out that the rioter was of no use. He kept babbling about some AI nonsense, and how the time has come.

I suppose I should either move to the spaceport or wait this one out. Flying seems impossible, and the odds are the port is already ruined... I will swt up a defensive position instead.

I flew back to the top level, and found a tall building near the spaceport.

Perfect. I flew over to it, and set myself up. From here I had a clean view of the spaceport and a few nearby areas that led to it.

The riots didn't seem to be slowing down, it actually seemed as if they were getting worse...

Now I just need to shot anybody who tries to get a ship, and wait it out.

Oh look, my first target! A man being chased by a droid? That droid looks really like the one I faced off earlier... could that be Tulan? Not like it matters anyways.

I aimed at the man, and fired a shot, hitting him in his leg.

Tulan Kor 5-WCH (Switchblade) Melody Kolson Vrask

 

[Hazel Scheler]

1310 Sector Aurek
Aboard the YT-950, Overwatch 6
Kolson Vrask Tulan Kor Iryss

"Agent Bulgan has initiated comms contact," that same operative, designation Cato, chimed in over the internal comms of the ship, "Agent Hazel be ready for extraction."

Hazel straightened in the pilot's seat, an arm reached to flick several switches, "Engines are warm and ready ...Cato."

Cato. Seemed a bit on the nose for a cathar's callsign, but she wasn't about to make the remark. Cato was good at what she did, if a bit green. Leave it to a feline to perfect the art of tiny details.

"Do you have a lock on Target's position?" Hazel inquired.

"Negative, awaiting comm response for triangulation. Recall Probe Droids in the west quadrant."

"You got it," three droids presently occupied with sweeping scans halted midair, swiveled, and began the trek back through the maze of sky-piercing buildings, "and tell Bulgan he needs to get a little more creative with his aliases."

 

[Tulan Kor]

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Tulan's no show clicked and cackled as it blocked out an incoming signal.

An incoming- signal. Directly to Tulan.

Tulan took a risk for a moment, activating it. The only people that had the channel were the people he came with, so it must've been important, good news or bad.

Whoever it was, had the means to contact him, place a call, and get him off-planet, if they were telling the truth. Alliance and Silver wouldn't waste resources like this. No, a ruse wasn't their style. The Silvers only did that from time to time because it was his style.

With him gone, that meant that Tulan was left facing someone else besides the Alliance or Concord. He stopped for a brief moment, turning to face the incoming Droid... running blindly at the Spaceport. Then, a shot rang out, impacting a pedestrian nearby the droid. Whoever the two Bounty Hunters were, they were sloppy, and now shot an innocent person. Tulan turned and began to do the only thing that made sense-

He walked. Among the fleeing crowd of people, the swarms of Corsec coming in to respond to the riots, now the shooting from a sniper (on Coruscant, just after the assassination of a Senator)- the area around them became very hot with CorSec and Alliance troops. Gun battles scattered across the city's landscape, as the rioters were beginning to shoot back. They weren't a match for the soldiers, but the CorSec was woefully underprepared for this level of chaos.

Capitalizing on that, Tulan watched the droid come face-to-face with a swarm of aliens, humans, and generally people. The Coruscanti spaceport was one of the busiest in the galaxy. To say that it was like finding a needle in a haystack was an understatement.

The Bounty Hunters missed their mark. They simply wasted too much time and weren't strategic enough. Tulan Kor was smart, crafty, and planned ahead. The Bounty Hunters were winging it.

They paid the price by losing their mark.

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CEC-stamped freighter. Codes to get off the planet, triangulating comm gear- and they sounded genuine. If they weren't, Tulan accepted the fact that he'd shoot his way out, or down. Like he'd be taken alive at this point.

He sauntered for a while, coming closer and closer to the landing pad he was given. He was stopped briefly, by a crowd of teal-haired thugs, holding CorSec guns and helmets. He didn't want to think about where they got them. They were running through the spaceport on baggage carts, hovering and hanging off the side, waving their blasters around. Three of them approached Tulan, and Tulan promptly put his hands up.

They began to frisk him, uttering something in what he thought was Huttese. Too busy to focus on the language. Spaceport was less than one hundred meters away. 1310, Aurek sector. Too close to fail now. He looked back down, his hands still up. They were wearing body armor. Had long-guns. He had a disruptor- no extra charge packs. Two shots left. That left one guy. If he used his gun.

They were fanned out in front of him.

He would've let them frisk him, take his shit, and then he could leave. It was smarter sometimes to let dumb-dumbs have a small win and get on with your day. But he had too much riding on it.

He told them exactly where the credits were in his backpack. He didn't need those.

They laughed and tried to take his whole-bag.

He shook his head, told them to take the credits and go about their day. Then, he saw the blood on one of their vests. Something inside Tulan snapped. Innocent people, good men, suffering for nothing more than greed. He exploded in movement, his hands lashing out and striking the teal-colored Zabrak, breaking his nose with an upright strike. His right hand still on the gun, Tulan dropped the barrel low, and kicked his left arm. The barrel was pointed at the middle man's crotch. The blaster blew every bit of what made him distinguishable as a Chiss man all over the bottom of the spaceport. The third was quick, aiming the long rifle at him. Tulan dropped his left knee, pivoting right, and struck him with a closed fist in the side of his knee. There was a sickening crunch, and the rifle moved. He let the rifle come down. It was a quick flip of the weapon. He stomped on the trigger guard with the barrel poking right up at the thug's face.

And removed aforementioned face.

He stood over the guy, watching him writhe in agony.

Tulan picked his backpack up, and held it at his side.

He told him he should've taken the money.

Swarms of people were running around him. Made a lot of noise. CorSec en route to answer their calls, get revenge. Couldn't blame them.

But couldn't stay. Tulan began to run, trying to close the distance to the spaceport as soon as possible, to either his rescue or his demise.


Hazel Scheler l Kolson Vrask l Iryss

 

[Iryss]

IMPERIAL SECURITY BUREAU

E X T R A C T I O N
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Coruscanti Starport
Alias: Jedi Knight Iryss Young​

If Berik was the muscle and Hazel was the getaway driver, then Iryss would be the distraction. She still held her status as a Jedi as her employment with the New Imperial Order was unstated. According to official records, Iryss was simply meditating on a green rock trying to understand the Force more and she had returned to Coruscant to socialize with her fellow Jedi peers and mentors. It just so happened that her departure from Coruscant was timed in line with ISB agents attempting to extract an NCO for the Silver Jedi Rangers.

She was stretched out on a makeshift pile of cargo containers that had been optimally stacked and configured to create an ergonomic surface to lie on, a flat surface. Her Delta-7 Aethersprite-class Light Interceptor was currently on standby, as she idled in the starport with the excuse that her astromech was acting wonky.

Suddenly, blaster fire rang out in the distance, stirring many of the inhabitants to rush to their starships to leave. One of the starport's police officers politely approached Iryss as she lay on her crates.

"Excuse me Miss Jedi, there has been a felony committed in close proximity to the starport and the city is under chaos due to riots. We advise that any cleared departures leave immediately."

Iryss opened one of her eyes and peeked at the officer, who was ogling her figure before awkwardly evading eye contact, looking off to a suddenly much more interesting cargo crate. She snapped her finger and waved.

"Run to your commanding officer and shoot him in the face, and then immediately kill yourself after." Iryss ordered emotionlessly, getting up and hopping onto the shiny durasteel floor. The officer bolted in a mad dash in some direction, leaving her in peace. Checking her comlink for any new status updates, she groaned as she heard that their target murdered three security officers in broad day light. Shaking her head, she muttered, "This is some real sloppy work, did they get the wrong guy?"

Dusting off her hands, she sighed at the prospect of the ensuing events. It seemed the NIO did not have the words "easy mission" in their dictionary. Using the Force to propel herself rapidly forward to the sound of the blaster fire, she cloaked her presence, causing her to disappear from sight and her bodyglove continued to conceal her from any sensors.

Another day of work in hopes of being promoted.

The Ol' ISB Gang:
The Driver: Hazel Scheler
The Muscle: Kolson Vrask
The New Guy: Tulan Kor​

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[Kolson Vrask]

V A N D A L _ A C T U A L
OPERATION COLD CASE
DEEP COVER OP // UBESE SCOUNDREL BULGAN PIKE
Armor | Vambraces | Rifle | Pistol | Grenades [x]
S L U M L O R D

The loud crack of the blaster bolt of the Coruscanti security officer under the force manipulation of Iryss spurred a moment of shock and chaos in the crowded streets. It gave enough cover for the 'Ubese' to close more on Tulan. Guessing the nature of the commotion, he could only assume it was the Ice Queen's doing. As was typical line of behavior from her. As much as he was a beautiful thing she was also, frankly, terrifying in her coldness. Not that Berik was much less frigid than her.

<"Vandal, Hazel is ready for extract whenever the mark is secured."> The ISB command uttered through the comms.

<"She also mentioned you should get better aliases.">

<"Tell her she can make my next one and flex that creativity of her's then."> Berik said, he never really cared what the mask was, so long as it worked and was easy to keep on. Ubese worked great, no one bat an eye at one in full respirator.

Hot on Tulan's trail, he managed to pull the Antarian Ranger into his sights just as he fired a round into one of the gangers trawling the underworld before b-lining it toward the space port.

<"Ah fuck..."> He let out, breaking the Ubese guise for a moment. Moving quickly in apprehension he drew his own pistol. A hybrid, one of the ol Gat Tambor specials. Disruptor from the top barrel, sonic force from the second. He flicked to the latter for this one.

<"Frosty, meet up at the space port, looks like we're making our exit. You've got 90 seconds at best."> Berik gauged before he spoke up some phrase in Huttese to one of the gangers standing sentry in the space port before kneecapping him with a sonic round and then placing another in the brain pan to let him down easy with a painless death.

<"Ranger!"> He spoke up once more, his voice drenched in the Ubese guise again before he motioned for Tulan to tail him into the spaceport. Among the crowded chaos of the blaster fire, immersing into the crowd helped them lose the focus of whoever was assailing them for the briefest of moments, just long enough to get into the port and enroute to their hangar bay.

<"Hazel, we're all set to go?"> Berik inquired as he holstered the hybrid pistol before eventually the blast doors hissed open to reveal the Corellian freighter awaiting their exit.

<"It'll all be laid out soon enough."> Berik said before he'd press the bottom to lower the boarding ramp of the Corellian freighter only to hear the crack of a blaster round smack against the hull of the ship, causing him to draw his pistol again and turn in the direction of its origin with a three round pulse.

ALLIES //: Tulan Kor | Iryss | Hazel Scheler
HUNTERS //: 5-WCH (Switchblade) | Locus Flamemaker | Melody

 

[Tulan Kor]

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The gunshot made Tulan flinch, drawing his weapon as CorSec officer did something bad. They were going after the Teal-haired gang... and meanwhile, Tulan was fighting for his life, running through the spaceport. The Spaceport had become a full-blown warzone, exchanging gunfire between gangs and CorSec becoming the norm for the once-pristine lobbies and terminals of the spaceport.

Bodies were piling on both sides, the riot expanding to include even low-level crooks and thugs, goons and goblins from every which direction. Chaos became the word of the day, quickly spoken by just about every nerf herder on Coruscant.

An Ubese- but a quick observation of their physical characteristics and mannerisms determined that Ubese was a clever (or not so clever) ruse. The fact that they went through the trouble of securing the freighter for them was enough evidence that they weren't bluffing, and they probably weren't going to kill him. Just about anyone who Tulan crossed didn't have it in them to torture him to death, and they wouldn't dare go against the Galactic Alliance. The only people that were that pissed off were the Hutts, and they were shackled and controlled by the Silver Jedi now- so he didn't worry about the slimy has-been slumlords.

Tulan didn't have much time, if any at all, to debate the merits of getting on or off the ship, as blaster bolts peppered the side of the ship from passing rioting morons. Tulan hopped inside quickly, but kept his pistol at his side, glancing at the man who said everything was to be explained.

The ramp lowered, and Tulan stepped in quickly, eager to escape the ensuing madness of Coruscant. He didn't level the pistol- no, he didn't know who, what, or where these people were from. He assumed people, at least, because he could smell another person on here. Smell was a key part of any Commando's weaponry.

Well, that, and the guy called out her name. Hazel.

"You don't look like the Union, Hutts, or Sith. Who are you? And why'd you come out here for me?"

He said bluntly, his eyes narrowed. Tulan may have only been 5'5, but he had a mean, awful stare. The ship was secured, and their cargo- or at least, Tulan, was on board, somewhat safe, and somewhat sound.

But his hand never left his gun- nor his mind off the fighting knife up his sleeve.

Kolson Vrask l Iryss l Hazel Scheler​

 

[Iryss]

IMPERIAL SECURITY BUREAU

E X T R A C T I O N

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Coruscanti Starport
Alias: Jedi Knight Iryss Young​

As Iryss dashed through the starport undetected, she continued to sow chaos by mind tricking any armed individuals into contributing the mayhem and bedlam. She particularly targeted the security officers most often, as no one would care if you killed a deranged hobo with a gun but plenty of eyes would accumulate if they had any involvement with the law.

Running around, she looked for the Ranger but spotted that the Ubese disguised Bulgan Pike had began exfiltrating him already in the distance. Her comlink rang out as Berik contacted her.

<"Frosty, meet up at the space port, looks like we're making our exit. You've got 90 seconds at best.">

She scoffed as he heard Berik call her Frosty and respond with silent recognition of the new information. As the Ranger and Berik proceeded to hastily escape to the CEC vessel, Iryss lagged behind to scope out any potential tails. A few security officers spotted the Ranger and attempted to pursue, but Iryss picked up any weapons dropped by the rogue gangsters and executed each and every one.

A hack in the chest cavity to rupture their heart with a rusty vibroaxe.

A point blank shot with a beaten up scatter gun into the face.

A vibroblade jammed into the femoral artery in the right leg accompanied with a dirty shiv into the neck.

Seeing that the coast was more or less clear as they finally boarded, she rushed in behind them and boarded a few moments behind Berik and the Ranger. She slowed her pace completely into a leisurely walk and dialed her wrist comm to her astromech to proceed to take off. Lightly whacking the Ranger in the back of the head, she proceeded to answer.

"To keep you from being killed, you could be nicer to poor Hazel who had to wait even longer and risk her life due to your dumb antics." Iryss chuckled as she took a seat in the passenger bay. Shaking her head she continued, "If we wanted you dead, you'd already be dead, especially without a FUBAR starport. So take a seat and let Hazel show you how to make a starship purr with the smoothest handling you've ever seen."

The Ol' ISB Gang:
The Driver: Hazel Scheler
The Muscle: Kolson Vrask
The New Guy: Tulan Kor
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[Hazel Scheler]

Iryss Tulan Kor Kolson Vrask

"I'm hearing a lot of talking and not a lot of sitting down and strapping in-" Hazel remarked as her fingers whisked across the control panels, kicking the ship into activity, "skies are hot, find something appropriate to grab."

Just in case.

The ship gave a lurch as it lifted off the ground, engines thrumming with anticipation as it idly revolved on the spot before ascending through the port opening above. A sudden jolt hammered across the top - "SHIT!" as a speeder came careening in from their right and tumbled in a whirling ball of fire and flying debris across the hull. Its driver had, apparently, bailed at the last minute and dropped onto the spaceport roof.

"Gorram wahoos," another jerk as Hazel resumed their ascent and throttled the ship out into a skyline defined by nothing short of explosive chaos.

Iryss gave her far too much credit, this wasn't going to be a smooth exit in any form.