Pirates, and Mercenaries, and Slavers, oh my...

[Rylan Kordel]

OOC: This is a direct follow up to the CIS Felacat Dominion, continuing the story of Luna Vega and Rylan Kordel meeting and working together to survive the rebellion there and their partnership there after.​

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Location: Felacat Slums, Southern Slave Quarter​

Objective: Survive, Regroup, Escape​

Enemies: Trandoshan Slavers​

Shoutout: [member="Luna Vega"]​

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Hearing the shots going off not to far away, the mercenary knight from the Confederacy let out a low curse, taking off from his hiding spot, toward the direction of the shots, he knew the rebellion wasn't this far yet, so it had to be the woman he had tried to help. Getting closer and seeing the crimson bolts of energy tear through the darkening streets, Rylan took a deep breath, lifted his pistol, and let off three rounds in the same direction, the blue shots crackling with energy as they tore off towards the slavers, then he let out a sharp whistle, an attempt to catch the woman's attention.

"Yo, this way! Come on!" he waved her over with one hand, pistol still trained in the direction of the slavers, the distant sound of the thunder of cannons and artillery happening in other parts of the city, the rebellion had officially kicked off it seemed, soon no where would be safe to avoid the combat.

In his moment of distraction of trying to get the woman's attention he left himself too open it appeared, as a pair of bolts smacked the wall just inches to his left, causing him to shrink back, letting loose another double tap of his own, cursing under his breath at allowing himself to be so exposed for even a moment, "I'm gettin' out of here, if you're comin', now's the time." he called out again, then let loose another flurry of bolts at the slavers.

 

[Luna Vega]

The pirate's shoulders rolled, scratching the skin that the tattered clothing clung to against the small respite the building afforded her. Her eyes were a little too wide and the seconds tick-tocked. Luna moved, aiming for stealth, but it was more akin to a small child sneaking for snacks. It felt as if the rubble beneath her feet crunched too loud. Stealing a look past the back corner, her gray gaze swept for danger. The look was too long and another shot sang into the night and her reaction was just shy of taking a blaster bolt to the face. Instead, it sizzled past her bare arm, closer to her elbow upon throwing herself back. She screamed and it was piercing- the pain ringing in her ears along with the drum of cannons in the distance.

A whistled came while she attempted the task of removing herself from the ground and then a voice. Her head canted, confused for a moment, blinking at [member="Rylan Kordel"]. Slowly she came to her knees, stabbing at the ground with the procured knife to aid in her rise. The blood boiled and the wound burned restricting the movement of her left arm. She winced, the only thing propelling her forward being the adrenaline and the will to survive.

How do I always end up in these situations, the thought came suddenly.

Pirate. Duh.

Scrambling as fast as her legs would ferry her, Luna had managed to reach the sniper. "Ahh... th-" She looked almost apologetic, her words cut off by the sudden appearance of what appeared to be a small platoon of armed slavers heading in their direction. A frustrated sigh pressed against her lips and her body groaned in protest.

 

[Rylan Kordel]

With a nod to the woman, he pointed down the alley way and mouthed that it was all clear that way for the time being, then raised his blaster once more and slowly crept back wards against the wall, hoping the darkness would take them both soon so they could move a little more freely. Once far enough back, he made a hand signal, hoping [member="Luna Vega"] would understand that he was indicating that the next door should be checked for them to hide safely for a moment. Sneaking across the alley to that door, Rylan ran fingers over it quickly and quietly, finding to indication of traps, he forced it open with some resistance from the sand jamming it up, clearly it had been abandoned for awhile, but it came open, so he waved the woman in before following her in and forcing it back shut.

Doing a quick clear of the rooms inside, the Knight holstered his blaster with an exhausted sigh scanning the woman over, taking note of her injuries. "Want me to patch that up?" he pointed at her wound his voice just above a whisper, while he fumbled with one of the many packs on his body, looking for something that should help with the pain.

 

[Luna Vega]

"Want me to patch that up..."

"Want me to patch..."​

"Want me to..."​

The pirate bent at the waist, one hand descending to her knee, bracing herself. "What..." Luna's head shook, faded blue tresses whipping across her face. She balked, pulling in air through her nostrils while the pain throbbed in her ears. "Na na...I jus'ne ta catch me breath." Speaking of breath, she sucked it against her teeth. It was a ragged sound. Soft gray eyes strolled to the damage on her arm, assessing it freely now. The tendons at the bend were exposed, raw and beneath a flicker of the white bone beneath.

A wave of nausea hit her and the lass straightened with a slight stagger. She visibly paled, black lashes sweeping the tops of dirty cheeks when she blinked repeatedly. As if knowing [member="Rylan Kordel"] might move to brace her, she held up her hand defiantly. If she couldn't muster the strength and resolve to get to safety...safety... Where was safety...Who was he?

Appearing quite disoriented- but this was normal for a corsair...the state of drunk was just as well the same- Luna glanced up to him, swaying, "Whooo ar'ye with...?"

 

[Rylan Kordel]

Placing the pack down on the table, Rylan watched the woman for a moment silently, and patted the medical pack, in case she changed her mind about the needing aid.

Checking his weapons, he leaned up against the wall near the door listening for the slavers, then at the question, his eyes moved back to the woman to scan her, "I'm a Knight Obsidian of the CIS, trying to help the locals take back their home." he chuckled a little, still in some disbelief over his own life choices. "The name is Rylan by the way, Rylan Kordel." he wasn't sure why he was bothering with the name, maybe it was just in case they died, then at least he wasn't some nameless goon, on a backwater planet in a galaxy at war.

 

[Luna Vega]

After staring at [member="Rylan Kordel"] for what seemed to be ages, her azure brows drew together and then rose, "The Confederacy..." Now, that was a name that had been blown in her general direction in some time. The pirate moved to straighten and it tore from her a silent scream with wide gray eyes. They watered briefly and she swallowed when the tears fell. "Ryl..." Luna's vision swam and even then, she appeared to be trying to look through the window.

She would have rather died with this stranger, rather than be captive again. Vega coughed, then spat blood.

The copper taste left in her mouth caused the beryl mopped lass to make a face through the pain, "Rylan Kordel...of...of the Confederacy. How 'bout that! Heh..." What a coincidence and she laughed before crying.

"Name is...Luna Vega, a past contract within The Techno Union."