Private Prey

[Drystan Creed]

NAR SHADAA

"Already on it."

Drystan plugged the datapad into another wire along the security screen—at least the droid had done one thing right.

Without hesitation, he fell in step with Connel, moving through the hallways with lethal efficiency. Blaster and blade worked in tandem, cutting down any resistance in their path. The opposition barely slowed them—mere distractions meant to stall, to buy time for their mark.

They weren't threats.

Drystan slammed his forehead into a guard's faceplate, cracking the plastoid and sending shards flying. In the same motion, he twisted, slicing another's gun arm clean off before sending him crashing into a squadron with a powerful Force push.

As he moved, his eyes flicked toward the security feed, studying the enemy's movements.

"Looks like they're shifting their cargo to the landing pad." His voice remained calm, calculated.

He glanced at Connel.

"Think we should take it slow? Let them load everything up, then nab the transport before they take off?"

It would tie everything up in one clean package.

But it would also leave zero room for error.

Connel Vanagor

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Nar Shadaa | OBJECTIVE : Hunting | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Drystan Creed

Getting to the landing platform was far too easy. Which of course meant that the other shoe was about to drop. Not only did the ship show up to pick them up, but it was a (clearly stolen) Jedi Defender"Class Light Corvette.

See… I was going to say how I liked the way you think, but … My cousin designed that model ship for the Jedi. I take this personally. Putting away his lightsaber and checking his Lightblaster before tapping his comm-link.

[“Brad” take off… yes… I know what I said… take off.] Checking and watching those who were bringing all of the wares up to the landing pad, he nodded.

What say we let them load the ship, take’em out and take the ship?

He said, watching them bringing out more and more cases, slowly they were being loaded into the ship, until ultimately, Telkim himself made his presence known. His security detail was large and obviously well paid judging by the looks and size of them. He activated his comm-link again, whispering into it, "Brad”, initiate the plan. Now. As the last crate was loaded, the X-wing flew overhead, S-foils in attack position and made a quick fly-by, and then another.

“Get Telkim to safety!” One of them yelled into a comm-link.

Ohhhh no you don’t! You take the ship, I’ll take Telkim. We ride it out. He didn’t really wait, taking off in a blur, he was a flurry of blaster fire and slashes..