Old Wounds

[Anora Vahn]

"See? And there you go again, wanting the non-pilot to fly some more." Anora called right back to him. She may not have been able to see the scowl on his face, but she could damn near picture it. She knew she was a pain in the ass, but she wasn't wrong either!

"But alright, alright..." she huffed out. Getting shot in the leg again wasn't exactly something she was looking to happen again. Though thinking about it made her briefly reach down to ghost her fingers against where she had been hit. Thankfully Tyran hadn't been wrong about the droid being a good medic.

Her focus shifted, and she was mindful of the tails they had gained. "Hey we're good for the moment, but you might wanna hurry up or it's not gonna stay that way. And I'm with you on not feeling the whole slave labor thing."

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"Do you wanna fix the hyper drive?!" he called out to her. "No? Then shut your trap and fly the ship, consider it learning on the job!" He growled up at her as he reset a few switches on the service panel beside the drive. "By the time I'm finally rid of you, you'll probably have learned more skills than you have in your time with the damn Jedi."

 

[Anora Vahn]

"I wouldn't be opposed to fixing the hyper drive!" Anora shot back at him. She wasn't exactly a mechanic, but she had this crazy dumb luck that popped up in the best - or worst - of times. And it had only ever let her down once, when she had gotten hurt back on her very first mission.

"When you're rid of me?" Oh if she could get up right now! "You are the one who took me hostage! Not the other way around!" she remind him. "You could have just been a big boy and finished your contract all by yourself, without needing to scoop up me or my sister in the process."

She paused when one of the monitors caught her attention. "Ah hell, you're out of time, Tyran!"

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran cursed the entire time he was sprinting back up to the cockpit to see that the Trandoshans had caught up. "Well...so much for a quick escape." He said as he thought of a way to get out of this. "We can't outrun them so...we'll shut everything down, the lights, everything but the life support. for now I want you below deck in the storage compartments in the floor grating." He said to her as he started shutting down all the ship systems.

"While your in the grates you'll be able to move in the ships under structure and make it to one of the external hatches on the bottom. I have some EVA suits in the locker back there, one might fit you but it'll be a little loose. Once you get to the hatch I need you to infiltrate that salvage ship and break the connection they're going to make with our ship. I'll stay here and take out as many as I can before I join you on their ship. I'd go through the grate myself but...well a fully armored Mandalorian isn't getting through that tiny space."

Right on cue there was a loud clanking as the Trandoshan ship settled over theirs and began to dock with it. "You'd better get that suit on, we don't have much time before they enter the ship." He said as he quickly shut down the rest of the systems.

 

[Anora Vahn]

Well this was just a full day of new experiences, wasn't it?! And for a time, Anora just stared. Not long enough to get her yelled at or anything of the sort, but it was long enough for her to give him that look that very clearly stated he was crazy. Just utterly and completely crazy. But at this point, what choice did she have? Especially once they both heard that very defined clanking sound.

A groan sounded from the brunette, but she got up and made her way out of the cockpit and to the locker so that she could get the suit she needed. And sure enough, the thing was loose, but not enough so to hinder her movement or control of her hands. Once situated, she got where she needed to be in order to get beneath the grates. With her more lithe build, it was easy for her to make her way through the smaller space - though she immediately didn't like it. It was cramped, and while she fit, it was a close fit, and she had to really focus to keep from freaking out. Normally, she would have given herself time to pause and breathe, and take her time, but right now she didn't have that luxury. She could feel the panic trying to well up the further along she went, but she did her best to control it as she went along.

When she finally reached the hatch she was looking for, she was much more eager to get it open and get through it than she had been earlier while she was being told about it. Being claustrophobic in a situation like this had it's ups and downs; the up currently being that she now couldn't wait to get from one ship to the other. The hatch gave way, and Anora exhaled in relief despite the rest of the situation.

Granted, going from one ship to infiltrating the other hadn't really put her in a much better predicament than she had already been in, and she groaned quietly. She moved as quietly as possible now, not wanting to be heard and get herself shot - or worse. The further she went however, the less heavy she felt, and when realization hit her, she stopped moving all together. Whatever had been keeping her cut off from the Force on Tyran's ship? It wasn't effecting her the further away she got from it.

As such, Anora's eyes rolled closed and she took a steadying breath. She reached out, searching for bodies around her, just like she had been taught on her last mission. She still wasn't great at it, but she was good enough to tell that there was nothing around her, and that was enough to give her the confidence to move a little more quickly and get the hell to where she needed to be in order to break the ships apart.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran shut down everything that he could in the few seconds he had before the Trandoshans were in his ship. When he shut down the lights he expertly faded into the darkness, the low light filter on his helmet's HUD giving him an edge over his opponents. He knew this ship like he knew the back of his hand and the Trandoshans would know this though and probably take the appropriate precautions, probably. Vrassk and his crew weren't very bright but that didn't mean they weren't dangerous. "Anora, when you get on their ship you need to find their life support system. Shut it down...preferably without destroying it."

They still needed the salvage ship to act as a decoy for them. Even if the crew was dead they could still put in a course and let the autopilot do the rest. "This shouldn't take too long. Once I'm done here I'll join you up on their ship and we'll figure out the next part of the plan from there." He could hear the Trandoshans crawling down from the umbilical that had linked both of the ships together. "Okay I'm going radio silent, talk to you in a few." He said and then he shut off his mic.

 

[Anora Vahn]

[Shut down the life support, got it.] Anora let out quietly, though she didn't know why. She still wasn't picking up anyone around her, and with that in mind she was able to get out of the crawl space and back to her feet. A deep, steadying breath escaped her and yet she shuddered anyway from being trapped in such a cramped space for so long. [I hear you] she did a least state when he said he was going silent, and then she said nothing else.

Anora's gaze panned around slowly until she found something that looked similar to other systems she had seen that ran all the important stuff on ships. Her senses remained open, and she moved carefully to keep from making much noise. If she was out of the suit, it wouldn't be a problem. Anora was stealthy on her own, and was learning to use the Force to help make her more so. But she was in the suit, and so she was careful as she moved.

When she reached the system, she took the time to study it curiously. "Of course I can't read it..." she muttered to herself, and because of that? Well, she started shutting things down until she found what she was looking for. The idea of shutting down the life support didn't make her feel great, but in that moment? It was her and Tyran, or them, and it sure as hell wasn't going to be her and Tyran.

Hopefully.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran let the dead weight of the Trandoshan thug hit the ground, wiping his bloodied knife on the Trandoshan's flight suit before silently moving through the shadows to his next target. He'd already dealt with two other members of Vrassk's gang, in which there were six total, not including Vrassk himself, that had boarded Tyran's ship. Normally it would not have been this easy hunting Trandoshans in the darkened interior of his own ship, Trandoshans have the unique ability to see in the infrared spectrum and also adapt to the darkness rather quickly. Tyran, having had run ins similar to this in the past, had tailored his flightsuit to mask his heat signature negating that edge the Trandoshans had on him. They'd still be able to spot him in the dark if he wasn't quick enough though, plus he also knew the ins and out of this ship better than anyone. He had every square inch dedicated to memory and knew exactly where and when to duck out and hide.

Vrassk wasn't making things an easier for himself by loudly snapping at his subordinates in their rough, guttural language. Tyran didn't speak Trandoshan but he knew well enough when someone was cursing him or calling him something extremely insulting. Tyran dodged out into a small nook in the communal area of the freighter just in time as on of Vrassk's lackeys turned the corner. A thick Mandalorian arm wrapped around its scaly throat and one hard wrench and a muted series of bone-snaps later another Trandoshan body hit the ground. Before Tyran could move though the lights in the ship flickered back into life. Apparently Vrassk hadn't only been cursing Tyran but had been instructing his men to restore the lights.

Tyran instinctively looked up at the lights as they powered on and only after a couple seconds realized he was standing right in the center of a formation of three angry Trandoshans. Vrassk snarled and all at once the Trandoshans rushed at him. Tyran caught the closest of the three with a hard right hook that connected squarely behind the jaw of the scale covered alien rendering it inert. A strong set of arms grabbed Tyran from behind and squeezed him tightly, pinning his arms to his sides in the process. Vrassk approached Tyran with a hideous smile of pointed teeth and cracked scaly skin and began driving his large fists into Tyran's body, or the unarmored parts at the very least.

It took Tyran a few seconds to get his feet firmly under himself and jump upwards, bring his knees into his chest. He kicked outwards as hard as he could and caught Vrassk right in his chest sending the Trandoshan slaver in one direction and Tyran and the lackey holding him in the other. Tyran and the Trandoshan holding him landed on their backs but Tyran let his momentum carrying him into a backwards roll and he came up on his feet, hurling his knife at the lackey still on the ground and sinking it into the creatures skull. the whine of a blaster pistol discharging caught the Mandalorian's ear and Tyran rolled to the right and into the nearest cover, drawing both of his pistols. "Anora, tell me you're having a better go of things up there than I am down here." He said a bit breathlessly. He could taste copper in his mouth and his right side was throbbing like he'd never felt before. Vrassk fired another volley in Tyran's direction but missed with each shot, burning large holes into the durasteel. "Stop blowing holes in my ship scalehead!" He yelled as he popped up and returned fire.

 

[Anora Vahn]

The sudden voice in her ear startled Anora, and she hissed between her teeth because of it. She looked around quickly, noted she was still alone, then cursed beneath her breath. [That is the opposite of radio silence!] she pointed out to him. [But yes, I've got everything under control here.] she stated.

Which wasn't entirely true, but she at least had cut the life support...and Gods only knew what else. But fact of the matter was, her job was done.

She could hear the commotion through the comm would he would speak, and she frowned slowly. [Do you need me to come back?] honestly she found it ridiculous that everyone had left this ship to go over there. A fact which she learned wasn't entirely true as she had started making her way back to the hatch to get from one ship to the other.

Clearly on lacky had been left behind to watch the ship, and had been doing a not great job about it. He rounded the corner and came not quite face to face with Anora. For a moment the pair stared - her from being caught, the Trandoshan probably from the effects of system failure. But it seemed to catch up quickly enough, though before he could get his blaster drawn, Anora's hands came up and she used a Force push to put some distance between them.

A fact that almost immediately after gave her pause. There had been a noise of tearing flesh, an odd sound from the Trandoshan that caused Anora to wince, and then silence. She didn't want to step any closer, but did anyhow to find out what had exactly happened only to find the thing impaled on some piece of the ship. Anora didn't linger and stare, she stepped away and headed back towards the hatch, just in case Tyran decided he needed her help at any given point.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran went soaring through the air and collided with a bulkhead, his helmet long since removed and rolling somewhere on the deck as he and Vrassk traded blows. The Trandoshan was bigger and stronger but Tyran was faster, and not exactly weak himself. Still he was been thrown around his ship like a child's play toy. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs and cleared his vision just in time to see a large scale covered fist rocketing towards him. He dodged his head to the left at the last possible instant and hit Vrassk with a hard uppercut that almost lifted the Trandoshan up off his feet. Vrassk stumbled and fell backwards and took a moment to get back up to his knees. Tyran grabbed him by his collar and hurled the Trandoshan face first into a sparking panel that one of them had shot up. Vrassk broke through the electrical panel and his whole body shook and sparked with blue/white arcs of electricity before it slumped onto the ground and filled the ship with a horrendous stench.

Tyran slid down the bulkhead and caught his breath feeling the blood from his broken nose run down his face. "Well....now that wasn't....wasn't so difficult." He panted as he forced himself back up onto his feet and moved towards the umbilical that connected the two ships. He opened the hatch and looked upwards to see Anora looking down at him. "Help me get the bodies onto the Trando ship." He grunted up at her.

 

[Anora Vahn]

When the hatch below came open, Anora ducked back a little just in case whomever was on the other side wasn't friendly. Having not heard from Tyran had made her paranoid, and so she was prepared for the worst. So when she peered down again and found Tyran on the other end, she visibly sagged and sighed out heavily in relief.

"Alright," she called back to him, then made the exchange from one ship to the other. However when she got to where she could look at him square on, the brunette frowned a bit. Her brow creased, but she didn't say anything before she stepped away...and sort of stopped to stare when she took in the sight of his ship.

"...Is this going to be a regular thing?" she only half teased.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"Probably." He said as he limped off in the direction of the nearest Trandoshan body and dragged it towards the hatch access. "Tell me that there aren't more up there on that ship, living ones anyways." He grunted as he started making a pile of bodies near the hatch ladder. The last body to be dragged over was Vrassk himself. Char broiled Trandoshan was far from a pleasant smell and he had a feeling it was going to linger in his ship's interior for a long while.

 

[Anora Vahn]

"Just a dead one." Anora answered as she drug one of the bodies over. Being cut off from the Force again as soon as she got back to Tyran's ship was frustrating, but she didn't comment on it. At least not in that moment. Complaining right now just wasn't in the cards, and they had to get this done so they could get the hell out of here.

"You're going to need some serious air freshener..." she groused as she dropped the body with the rest and sighed. "Is that all of them down here?"

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"Good. I prefer my Trandoshans dead." He said as he looked at the pile of dead slavers at the base of the ladder. "I'm sure I could get something from a Wookie I know. They always have some good stench remover, nothing is worse than the scent of a wet Wookie....well maybe fried Trandoshan but it doesn't beat it by much." he said and motioned up at the slaver ship. "Okay get up there and use the Force to get all these bodies on the ship because I'm in no mood to carry these things right now." He said to her. "I'll set up a automated travel vector and detach Vrassk's ship from mine and we'll be on our way unmonitored by Hutts or anyone else."

Tyran grabbed his helmet and climbed his way up the ladder and found the slaver ship's bridge. He walked passed the impaled Trandoshan and was kind of impressed with what he saw as he went about setting up the Trandoshan ship for it's decoy mission.

 

[Anora Vahn]

Somehow the fact that the Wookies had good stuff to get the smells out of whatever surprised Anora a lot less that it probably should have. Her head shook just a bit, and then she sighed and followed Tyran up the ladder and into the other ship. Once she was situated, she took a couple of deep, steadying breaths, and then she reached out.

One by one the Trandoshan bodies came up the ladder, and they were just sort of set aside, but at least they were out of the way. When the last of them was clear, a soft groan parted Anora's lips and she leaned over to brace her hands against her still suited knees. Honestly, she didn't understand how this part was so easy for her sister.

"Alright," she huffed out. "Its done."

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"Good." He called back to her as he entered the last bit of coordinates and set the autopilot before joining her at the hatch. "We'll manually release it once we're back in my ship." He said motioning for her to start down the ladder.

When they were both back inside his ship he sealed the hatch and hit the manual release that would break the suction the umbilical had on the hull of his ship. "In a few minutes the Trandoshan ship will take off into hyperspace and then we'll head out in the opposite direction, free and clear of the Hutts." He said as he removed his helmet and sniffed. His nose being broken had messed up his airway. He grunted in annoyance and also because he knew what was coming next. "Hand me that stylus." He said pointing to one that had rolled across the table during his scuffle with the Trandoshans.

When it was handed to him he sighed and shoved the rounded end into his nostril and yanked on it hard in the opposite direction of the break in his nose. There was a loud crack as he righted the cartilige and a loud growl of pain. He pulled the bloody stylus from his nose and threw it across the ship. "Set us on a course out of the system, but wait for the Trandoshan ship to launch first. I wanna make sure that thing is out of here before we go." He said turning and walking towards the back of the ship to clean himself up and visit his medic droid. "Once it's gone, let me know and initiate the jump."

 

[Anora Vahn]

Once the pair of them were back on the ship, Anora took the time to remove the damn suit she had been wearing - and she put it away too. So when she was asked to hand him the stylus, she looked a little confused, but reached out to grab the thing, and then hand it to him.

And then all she could do was stare for a moment.

Her eyes then nearly rolled up into her head with as hard as she rolled them, and she shook her head. "How about we set our course, put the damn thing on auto pilot, and I help you get patched up." her head shook and she laid her hands against her hips. "I'm sure the droid is good and helpful, but some of that might require a more delicate touch."

Why was she offering to help? Honestly Anora had no clue, but the offer was out there regardless.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

He looked at her quizzically for a few seconds. "You have experience with treating injuries?" He said testily because he wasn't in the mindset for games at the moment. "Because if you're just offering to help and wind up doing more damage than good, I'm not going to be a very happy guy."

Tyran exhaled and beckoned her to follow him to the back while he started undoing his armor's seals and stacking the pieces onto the table in the communal area of the ship.

 

[Anora Vahn]

Anora scoffed at him, "I am the older sibling to the most ungraceful sister on the planet. I learned to treat wounds of every shape and size over the years. Stitches, bandages of all sorts, setting bones, rebreaking bones - though I only did that once, I would rather not do it again." she shrugged a shoulder and followed after him. "So yeah, I'd say I know what I'm doing."

She waited for him to get the armor pieces off, and backtracked even to do what she originally said to get the ship on course, and when she came back she made a gesture to the seat nearest him. "Sit down." she instructed before wandering off once again to get the med kit. Once she had it in hand, she made her way back to him and popped the kit open.

"Alright, lets take a look."

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran was a fussy patient and he didn't sit quietly as Anora poked and prodded at the bruises on his sides and cleaned the various cuts and scrapes. His med droid was even less than thrilled her. "You're doing it wrong! Oh for goodness sake you should really let the professional do it."

"Shut up!" Tyrand growled. "The only thing your a professional at is being an unpleasant pain." He looked over at Anora, "So what's the word Doc, am I going to make it?"