Now THAT Was Punk Rock

[Miss Blonde]

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Planet: Dredd
Location: Rocket City holding cells
Time: 0002

Glitterstim was rare in the galaxy, it was a very expensive drug and people wanted it. The problem with that was you could never find a place where Glitterstim was found in mass quantities. But unfortunately Miss Blonde knew a place where there was plenty of Glitterstim, and that was in wonderland, and no this wasn't some fantasy this was an actual place on a planet called Dredd.

Quick history lesson. Once upon time a group of people escaped the gulag plague on Coruscant and after drifting into wild space they founded a planet known as Larandredd, things were good for a while and the planet began to resemble a mini coruscant. That was until things like Sith Lords, crime families, and total war broke out and the planet now resembles Mad Max met a hardcore acid trip. But now that, that piece of information was out of the way we come to our current predicament.

The mission was simple, infiltrate one of the mines in wonderland and take a butt ton of glitterstim, however things like your ship getting shot down by the Racketeers and crash landing in rocket city had happened, oh by the way the Racketeers were the biggest gang on the planet and they ran a good chunk of the planet, picture a ****ed up punk rock band with around a few million members, then add the fact that they are all cannibals wanting their next meal.

Yup those were the people the black ties had been captured by, some psychopathic punk rock cannibals. So deep within the basement holding cells of a large dilapidated factory the sound of punk rock bass hummed through the stone as miss blonde and others sat in the cells waiting to be eaten by the hungry crowd of psychos outside.

"Monday's right?" Blonde said as she kicked her feet.

The cell doors were solid Durasteel and blonde had everything taken from her so escape wasn't looking all that great right now. At least the Runner was with her, and whoever else was in the other cells.

[member="James Justice"] [member="The Black Hat"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"]

 

[Seanna Vel]

Her eyes was closed but that didn't block out the thump of the music that was being played through those walls. Even so she couldn't help but want her little fire temper to take it out of the one that told her this was a easy job and it would be a fun time. Should knows it wouldn't be that way when they first got on planet.

Opening her own eyes as she did so looking right at Miss Blonde herself. "Well, at less they know have to party before the feast of flash and bone." she said in her twig as she was trying to be such a smarty pants right now. As she looked around to the others in the room before she let her eyes go to the bars.

"So no one by change stuck a pick up there, sweet little tushie, " with her arms being crossed once again.

"Well, sugars."

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="James Justice"] [member="The Black Hat"] [member="Jarven Zexxel"]

 

[James Justice]

Ignore. Wrong character.

 

[Keira Priest]

Music

Dredd was a planet not entirely unfamiliar to Keira. In her tenure with the Red Ravens she had explored an area of the planet known as the Dark Zone, clashing with the terrible monster that inhabited it and living to tell the tale. After the disaster that had been that mission she had decided she never wanted to return to such a venue. But here she was again, walking the streets of the planet and musing to herself how much easier this whole rescue operation would have been if she had a squad at her back rather than being alone. But this wasn't Republic business. In fact, it was business no one in the Republic was aware of, and with good reason. Her intention was to rescue her friends from a merry band of punk rock cannibals known as the Racketeers, and she intended to get away cleanly. Should have just brought the commandos.

Despite having left the Ravens behind she was still privy to certain old pieces of information, and one of those she managed to dig up gave her a brief recollection of just who she was dealing with. While the Racketeers might have been the most populous gang on the planet they were also one of the most disorganized, and she had spent her life recently clashing with those whose specialty was combat, much like her own. In comparison she didn't imagine these literal cannibals to be much of a challenge. Such was why she was currently dressed to blend in rather than arriving fully armored, still carrying what typical concealed weaponry was always on her person with her regardless. That was one thing she would never give up.

Almost absently she walked down the street smoking a cigarette, smoke framing her face like a wreath. How stupid do you have to be? [member="Miss Blonde"] knew what was on Dredd, had known since their time together in the Red Ravens. Their first expedition to the planet had gone just about as well, and the woman couldn't have been expecting a better turnout the second time around. Except for apparently she had, otherwise none of them would be in this current predicament. Really should have brought the commandos. Then I could have just torched the place. That would have kept everything off all record, but the men didn't need to know what their commander was up to after hours. Nobody did. That didn't make her like the idea of it any less, however.

First saving the Republic, now this. I really don't get paid enough. Or, well, at all.

[member="James Justice"], [member="Seanna Vel"]

 

[Akio Diachi]

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Keira Ticon"]
The Living Force.

The essence behind all that is.

The true reality.

The true meaning and purpose for all existence.

Akio, the Blue Wanderer, thought these things as he sat meditating on the cold floor. He was little more than a servant of the Living Force, following it's guidance through the galaxy at its whim. And now it had led him to this world, where he had been taken prisoner. He had little doubt that the nature of his capture was to become food for these beings. He should have been terrified, he should have been scared, but Akio was not. He was calm, quiet, and composed. He was peace embodied.

These other beings here had been gathered in after him and now the Blue Wanderer understood why he was here; thank the Living Force for giving him the opportunity help, he opened his red eyes and quietly observed them a moment. They were worried, frightened and rightfully so. The path set before them did not require such. They would see it soon enough, he was sure.

"Namaste," he said with a slight bow of his head.

He gave the Force within his fellow cell mates a moment of worshipful respect before rising and smoothing his loose fitting and sparse orange and golden robes out.

 

[Nyx]

The Black Hat was becoming more and more convinced these people had no idea who they were messing with.
One of the greatest slicers of this age was now sitting in a durasteel cell, going through major caffeine withdrawal. Being locked up would be bad enough, but without her energy drinks, Black Hat was very irritable. If anyone outside her cell could hear her, they would likely blush from the amount of expletives coming from the teenager's mouth. She simply kept messing with her collar, trying to get a signal out through these solid durasteel walls, knowing it was useless.
Frustrated, Black Hat began counting the scratches in the walls to pass the time. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. . .
Good gods, she was going mad, wasn't she?

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Seanna Vel"] @Akio Diachi

 

[Miss Blonde]

This was great, she had one of her underlings talking nonsense about asses, one going through caffeine withdrawals, and some chiss who she didn't even know. Hell she hadn't even met the other two, they were just people who were part of the syndicate that were on the mission who happened to survive the crash and not get eaten.

"Holy @$&# guys shut the @&#% up!" Miss Blonde said as she sat back on one of the iron benches.

She looked around for options and at the moment there wasn't a lot. Solid Durasteel bars were generally hard to defeat when you weren't all that force sensitive and didn't have your gear, a slicer was no use cause that would be like asking the girl to slice a 1980 Dodge Challenger. So that left the chiss, she'd get to him in a second.

She walked over to the bars of her cell and began to inspect them more thoroughly, she had a masters in engineering god dammit she could figure this out. So taking a closer look she noticed the hinges were slightly rusted and weak, guess the Racketeers weren't one for general upkeep, who'd of thought? But Miss Blonde was four foot eleven without her heels and a buck twenty at most, so she wasn't strong enough to do anything about it.

The black hat had little bird wrists like Cryax so she wasn't going to do anything, and crazy lady talking about nonsense wasn't all that powerful, so that left blue boy. Her gaze fell on the man and she smiled a bit.

"How much do you weigh?" she said with a grin.


Outside

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Outside the sound of punk rock was getting louder and louder to the woman walking the streets, along the street the woman walked various unwashed savages ran wild drinking, swearing, fornicating, and partying. At the end of the street the main factory was light up with a band playing on stage and hundreds of people getting their mosh on.

The smell of burning and cooked flesh was in the air and it was of the black ties who had been captured earlier and were not being saved for seconds. Keira would have to be careful, she was greatly outnumbered and even though they were poor rabble eventually one might get lucky.

[member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Akio Diachi "][member="The Black Hat"]

 

[Seanna Vel]

Running her mouth was something she did to well, only to shut her mouth so tight. When Miss Blonde spoke the way she did, knowing that she was piss off. Heck beat a monkey bare ass they all was pissed. Finding herself unable to do much of anything but to look at her with her eyes. Even then she could tell the others was having the same kind of thoughts themselves. Even so she couldn't help but wonder what could be going through this little blonde head of hers.

She couldn't help but be curious of what he was wanting to know who much someone weighted. Looking over towards the blue man with the red glow eyes. As she sat up straightly before getting herself coming closer to the pair of them as it seem the other around was looking that way and this. Maybe there was hope after all or was there going to have the skinny one go first maybe if he did they would think twice about the others having no meat on their bones.

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Keira Ticon"] @Akio Diachi[member="The Black Hat"]​

 

[Keira Priest]

Just like old times. That was the mantra Keira had to keep reminding herself of. So long as she treated this like any other expedition with the Ravens things wouldn't be too difficult. In her time with the now-fallen syndicate they had parleyed with stranger individuals. The only difference was that instead of talking things out she had to blend in, and do a damn good job of it, lest everything come crashing down on their heads at once. Taking another drag of the cigarette she pulled the flask from within her jacket that sat nestled next to her lightsaber, unscrewing the cap and knocking back a few swallows before sealing it back up and returning it to its proper place. That wasn't enough to well and truly intoxicate her, but it never hurt to have something to take the edge off.

Forcing her posture to relax she took on that old sway and swagger that was remembered from days when she used to go to bars and clubs to do nothing more than party, without a sinister ulterior motive that prevented her from truly enjoying herself. Now at least she could transition back to some frame of a careless mindset, one that was rooted in the fact that she found a center, albeit a violent one, in combat. Never mind the fact that her goal was to avoid a conflict this time around. It was better to focus in on something she knew and found comfort in, and that most definitely wasn't a crowd of cannibals currently crowded around a stage at what was, for all intents and purposes, a makeshift punk show.

Her walk took on even more of a careless lilt, adopting an appearance of half-drunkenness that didn't seem entirely uncommon given the venue. A carefree laugh worked its way past her lips, and without outward protest she allowed the hands of others to drift and brush places that would have earned a broken bone or worse otherwise, offering the same in return here and there for the sake of keeping up appearances. To blend into places like these was at once effortless and taxing, requiring her to be careless and acutely mindful of her surroundings all at once. But, after a few long minutes of meandering aimlessly about like just about everyone was doing, she allowed herself to drift towards the holding cells in the basement.

[member="Seanna Vel"], [member="Miss Blonde"], [member="The Black Hat"], @Akio Diachi

 

[Akio Diachi]

Akio rose in a fluid motion to his feet. They were examining the bars of the holding cell. His red eyes looked the metal over for several moments, taking it in, gauging it, and examining it. Yes, he could remove the door.

"Excuse me," he asked in his polite and gentle voice, motioning for the blonde human female to move for a moment.

When she did, he moved to square himself with the door. The Chiss lowered his body into Horse stance, his legs spread wide apart and his body low to the ground. A lifetime of training and practice had honed his body into a single, raw fighting machine, one that had one purpose; to serve the Living Force. His right hand extended forward, two fingers pointed up towards the ceiling in the sword fingers pose, his left extended behind him in the Knife fist strike. He began taking slow, deep breaths, letting the Force flow into him, hardening his body and do what he had to do. The Chiss let his body surrender to the well of the Force around him, within him, that made all and created it. He released control into the stream of the Force, letting its essence define him.

All that is. All that was. All that will ever be is nothing but an extension of the Force.

His left hand cut through the air in a sudden, movement almost too fast to be seen. The air broke behind it with a sharp whistle, as the blue palm slammed against the durasteel with a loud clap. A small shockwave of air from the impact spread outward as the door was torn from its loose hinges and sent clattering across the hallway's stone floor.

The Blue Wanderer rose to his full height and gave the door way a slight bow, the amulet on his neck glowing slightly from the surge of the Force use. The captors had discarded it as nothing more than a religious charm, and that it was, only it was much more.

[member="Keira Ticon"]
[member="Seanna Vel"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]
[member="The Black Hat"]

 

[Nyx]

. . .two hundred and sixty seven, two hundred and fifty eight, two hundred and fifty ni-
The Black Hat's stimulating activity was interrupted with the rather loud sound of a cell door coming off it's hinges. The teenager yelped in surprise as she jumped back, hitting her head on her own cell bars. Rubbing the spot, she peered at @Akio Diachi, who had been the one to knock down a door. As far as she was aware, such things weren't normal for regular folk like herself, which meant that the Chiss in front of her was one of them Forcies. Great. She just loved dealing with those guys.

Recovering soon enough, Black Hat poked her head past the bars, her glowing collar illuminating her face.
"Great, you did it! Now let the rest of us out, would you? I'm dying in here!"

[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Seanna Vel"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Akio Diachi "][member="The Black Hat"]

Miss Blonde was free, well one step closer to being free. The chiss had gotten them out with an impressive display of power, it was almost arousing even. But that wasn't a thought that would help them in this current situation. It was time to help the others escape. But that seemed like it was going to be a problem, because part of her original plan was to have a few people by the door to grab the bars once the weight was thrown to keep the noise down. But fists of fury over there had to knock the door off and send it flying twenty feet on the ground, cause that wasn't loud at all.

So the response to that was the guard personnel rushing around the corner, not like that consisted of much though. Five Racketeers dressed in the normal garb of their gang stepped up carrying various weapons, from spiked bats, pipes, blades, and one of which was an automatic assault blaster rifle, yay....

"Red head and blue boy! Take care of them! I gotta get the kid!" She yelled over to the two.

The racketeers let out a fierce battle cry then charged forward, the one with the rifle stayed in the back to gun down anyone if he got a free shot. But now that she was free from the cage she could actually help the slicer kid. Moving her way to the kid's door the woman looked up and could see this door wasn't rusted like the previous one, but the locking mechanism was very primitive.

"Pin! Give me a pin kid!" Miss blonde yelled to the girl for a small pin to pick the lock.

Upstairs things were carrying on as normal, the band was playing and Keira's camo was blending in perfectly. She'd need to get her way to the lower levels to help her friend out.

 

[Keira Priest]

When briefly she was confronted by one of the more sober party-goers Keira mumbled something about wanting to have her chance at the prisoners, and was after a moment of skepticism allowed to pass. Flashing a crooked grin in thanks she brushed up against him as she passed, ambling her way down the stairs. As soon as she was certain he had stopped watching her descent she instantly sobered up, reaching up the sleeve of her jacket to palm her combat knife, leather hilt fitting perfectly into her grasp. A fight had once more returned to her form, muscles taughtening in preparation to take life with careful application of an alchemized blade. Any kills wouldn't be nearly as clean as she was used to, but a victory was just that at the end of the day.

Being careful to keep her steps as slow and silent as possible she let a smile crawl across her lips as the man with the blaster rifle turned and stared her down over the barrel. He was momentarily caught off guard as she appeared to be, for all intents and purposes, one of their own. Working that to her advantage she nudged the gun down and out of deadly aim, sidling up close to him with a coy look lingering in her eyes. "Shh, baby, I'm here to help." With one hand she toyed with a few strands of his hair, drawing him in and winning the attention of his more carnal urges. Without a word she yanked his head back by his hair and opened up his throat, lowering his dying body to the floor so as not to draw the attention of those above.

Blood had sprayed from the severed artery, some of it onto her face and arm. Paying that minor effect little mind she raised a brow as a few of the others whirled to face her, feigning surprise. "Whoops." Before one could commit fully to charging towards her she snapped his neck with a twist of the Force, turning on the rest quickly as if to ask, 'Who's next?' Briefly she met [member="Miss Blonde"]'s gaze, inclining her head slightly in greeting. "You know, our first time on Dredd didn't end that well either. This your bad idea, then?" Without waiting for a response she sidestepped the strike of another Racketeer, crimson spilling from a newly opened gash across his jugular. There was something to be said for the spilling of blood.

[member="The Black Hat"], @Akio Diachi, [member="Seanna Vel"]

 

[Seanna Vel]

Even her heart skipped a beat when this one called blue boy just took upon himself to get the door to their cells clear, even then she was shaking her head at the noise it made. That when she found herself staring at first at the blonde as she took charge like she always done in the past. Even so she couldn't help it but look over at blue boy.

"Well, lets see what we can do now." picking up one of the end of the now the falling in gate. "Well just don't stand there sugar, pick up we will charge them with it." as if that wasn't enough she wanted her weapons of choice back in her hands. Also she wasn't a fool of what a gun could do to flesh as she knew they needed a meat shield until they could get to these guys friend that chosen to be far back. Smart as it may have seen it be foolish not matter what.

Even with the touch of the cold hard steal in her hands she could see flashes from some of the ones that came before the group that was around her today. Even so she would fight through it all until they had the shooter pin down on floor then they would if he could at less read her right drop it onto him. The fun could begin with the others.

[member="Akio Diachi "][member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Miss Blonde"] [member="The Black Hat"]​

 

[Akio Diachi]

Before he could react, things had quickly gone from bad to worse to strange. How peculiar the Living Force decided to change things sometimes, he wondered.

A woman had appeared out of nowhere, attacking savagely the guards, some of them died instantly, in a gory display of blood. The Chiss felt indifference; the Living Force sometimes chose to take lives as well as give them. One of the guards with a spiked club lunged at Akio, the logical choice since he was the brightest colored being and the one standing in the doorway.

The Chiss pulled his head back just enough to watch it fly past his face, the air whizzing by as the weapon barely missed his head. Before the Racketeer could bring his weapon around for a second blow the Chiss jabbed his sword fingers in a swift move, popping his unguarded trachea with ease. Stunned, his eyes widened with terror as he gasped for breath. Akio's other palm struck his head, rendering the Racketeer unconscious.

The Chiss took a step forward, over the body into the hall. A Racketeer with a pipe charged at the Akio, his weapon coming down in a heavy swing. His left hand reached, grasping the assailant's wrist as his other hand grabbed his shoulder. Using years of muscle memory, the Blue Wanderer pivoted his hips, using the Racketeer's momentum and sending him falling before Akio. Crack. "Gaaaaaaah!"

The Racketeer's elbow was popped out of place with ease, his weapon slipping from his fingers, into his cyan enemy.

A new Racketeer with a butcher knife turned the corner, eyeing Miss Blonde. He began creeping toward her, eyes bloodshot with sadistic hunger. His steps were silent, as he closed in closer, like a wild animal closing in on his prey. Akio hurled the pipe, it whistled through the air, hitting the savage with a Pong. He fell to the ground, also unconsious.

"The Force works in mysterious ways," the Chiss observed calmly, folding his hands into his robes.

[member="Seanna Vel"]
[member="Keira Ticon"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]
[member="The Black Hat"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Taking a hair pin from the black hat the woman folded it and jammed it into the lock, while she was more familiar with opening automatic doors she was familiar with how locks worked. With the pin in hand she began to work the tumblers for the lock until they all fell into place one by one, with a final click the lock was picked and the door opened.

"Let's go, kid!" She said as she grabbed the girl and threw her out of the cell.

The woman then turned around and watched as the two cellmate she had take out the remaining guards, as they fell one by one she could see a sight that was almost too good to be true. The distress signal had gotten out and Keira had came for them, she wasn't sure what fists of fury was doing locked up here and the redhead was a member of the ties she had yet to meet. But all and all she was thankful that they were there.

"Miss Nothing! Charmed for the speedy rescue but I didn't see any speeders on our way down here. So we're gonna have to improvise and you seem to be on the right train of thought."

"Everyone strip!" she said in a very authoritative voice.

Taking off her coat and pants the woman grabbed one of the smaller knocked out racketeers and swapped clothing. She now wore a leather vest, black denim pants, and a T shirt beneath that which read "God is Dead" yup it was gonna be one of those days.

"Now people!" she said with haste.

[member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Akio Diachi "][member="The Black Hat"]

 

[Seanna Vel]

Finding herself at less having a weapon in her hand there was another moment that she had a flash memory noting. Couldn't help but understand that as she moved like she did after being caged up like she had been. Even so she got in on the action of killing a few of them herself. Also then came the reality cheek.

Looking at Miss Blonde in away one wouldn't at that very moment. Did she hear her right she wanted them to strip down. Shaking her head only to her her voice now more then every. Finding herself with no other choice finding herself quickly striped down then she finding some of the items that she was missing for clothing to come back over her body in a way. Seeing that some pieces was a bit to snug for her own taste will others had seen there better day.

"I"m all ready Miss Boss." as she looked upon what would come next for them picking up a few extra weapons she had found will stripping the bodies. After all a lady such as herself couldn't have to many weapons on her, right?

[member="The Black Hat"]
[member="Miss Blonde"] @Akio Diachi [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Akio Diachi]

Akio blinked, did he just hear her right? The Blue Wanderer was known for taking all of life in stride but--he was unsure on this one. Had she just asked him to try to change and blend in? He was a Chiss, even if his glowing red eyes didnt give him away the blue skin would. And if it wasn't that it would be the fact that no one would ever mistake him for anything less than a monk.

He slowly and ceremonially removed his loose-fitting and sparse orange robes from his body. His revealed body was a road-map of scars; burns, slices, cuts, acid marks, and indeterminable scars lined his blue skin. It was a horrifying but somehow enrapturing display of cruelty that had been marked on his body. It was almost impossible to notice the well-define muscles under the scars.

He searched the dead for something that would perhaps help him. He donned a pair of strange pants that were baggy, but even baggier on him. Next he slid on a graphic tee, with a hand on the center displaying a crude gesture. He added a long trench-coat that helped to obscure his figure. Over his hands he added spiked fingerless gloves. The crowning peice of gear was a calf-length trench coat that was a size too big.

Akio's discomfort showed as he carefully wrapped and stowed his orange robes in a pocket. This was so weird, so very very weird wearing these odd garments.

[member="Seanna Vel"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]
[member="Keira Ticon"]
[member="The Black Hat"]

 

[Nyx]

So, they were blending in, eh? Good. Black Hat wasn't really one for violence. Just being around these corpses made her want to vomit. As her companions swapped clothes with some of the Racketeers, Black Hat sheepishly rubbed the back of her head, blushing a bit under her hood.
"That, uh, won't really be necessary for me."
She slowly unzipped her hoodie, showing that she already had on a t shirt advertising the band playing.
"I found 'em while surfing the Net one day. Their music speaks things beyond what they say, you know?"
Without waiting for an answer, Black Hat threw down her hood, running a hand through her short black hair to mess it up. With the hair, the shirt, and the collar around her neck, the teenager looked like she belonged there.
Mostly because she happened to be a fan of them.
"So, what's the plan, Boss Lady?"

[member="Akio Diachi "][member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Seanna Vel"]

 

[Keira Priest]

"You lot couldn't look more awkward if you tried." Not bothering to disguise a grin Keira cleaned the blood from her blade before sheathing it once more, nodding towards [member="The Black Hat"], "Except for her. She's got the right idea. The rest of you need to loosen up." For the second time her flask was produced, and she took another long swallow before tucking it away. "This is a party, after all." With a few manipulations of the Force she made sure the corpses were out of sight from the top of the stairs, giving them a better chance of making this work. Meandering through the group to look over each of their disguises she paused in front of [member="Akio Diachi"] for a moment. "Don't look so obviously awkward. As far as they know, we belong here."

[member="Seanna Vel"] was doing a well enough job, but she had a comment regardless, "This isn't all business. We have to act like we're here to have a good time." Eventually she stopped once she stood by [member="Miss Blonde"] herself, watching the other woman for a moment before speaking. Unlike the others in the room the two of them were old friends, having known each other for years, aware of the most personal aspects of the other's life. "We've got two greenhorns and one guy that doesn't know what the hell he's doing. Seems like a dream team to me, huh?" The blood on her had already begun to dry, though she didn't care for that in the least. "Let's get out of here before they get smart. I didn't have a gang war in mind today."