Raise the Color's and Hoist the Sails!- ACT I [OPEN]

[RC 212]

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The Prologue:​

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You have finally arrived at Tortuga. A war torn planet dominated by scum and villainy. Jack Raxis your guid has assembled you brave adventurers for the adventure of a lifetime. Returning to a legendary planet Vassara Raxis and the Expeditionary Fleet once visited. This time you are determined to plumb the rest of her mysteries. Beware O travellers, here there be Pirates!​

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As you approach you hear the sound of battle through scratchy speaker systems over the comms. A single voice is calling for aid. It sounds alien and offers great reward. Your party come close to the Regal Dockyards, a major airfield and Starport, Below the din and flashes of battle resonate. The Rodian Cartels against the Hutt Barony's and their Pirate crews.​

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It is up to you brave adventurers to discover and change the history of planet for ages to come. The Hutts and Pirates will know pain, and you will find glory....​

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OOC Thread​

Planet Background​

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Objectives and Teams:​

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Note: I will not be DMing any of this. Use your best imagination and tell your story. Good luck!​

Tag your location, objective and team-ates. Only tag those you are working closely with.​

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#1 Regal Dockyards: Protect and clear the Pirate scum from the Airfields and Starport. The Rodian Cartel's are your allies. They possess swoop gang cavalry, Airspeeders and a myriad of ground forces.​

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Bonus points for Capturing the Pirate Mothership: The Devastator.​

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The Pirates are pouring from The Devastator into the port. Beat them back or Slay them all. They posses heavy weapons, tanks, and close air support via star-fighter and gunship.​

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Team One:​

[member="James Justice"]​

[member="William Kerkov"]​

[member="Onna Sunrider"]​

[member="Sabine Kurtass"]​

@Palkay Thaxton​

[member="Ryn'Dhal"]​

[member="Jessica Justice"]​

[member="Maya Whitelight"]​

[member="Janus"]​

@Winter sovereign​

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#2 The Drunken Sailors Inn: Word is spreading like fire of a Phrik mine not far from here. A Rodian agent approaches your party offering a lucrative reward for recruiting a small army. Use your wits and guile to subvert and recruit folks to your force.​

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Plan the assault on the mine, see OOC thread for major details.​

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Beware the Hutt Assassins and loyalists. There may be blood​

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Team two:​

[member="Gray Raxis"]​

[member="Scarlet Kurtiss"]​

[member="Revy"]​

[member="Rayl Wilded"]​

[member="Kiber Thaxton"]​

[member="Henry Chinko"]​

[member="Evan Kenner"]​

[member="Seanna Vel"]​

[member="Blacktail"]​

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Spoiler

ACT I- The landing.​

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Locations:​

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Regal Docking Yard: A huge huge airstrip attached to the worlds largest space port. control this and you control the most trade in the region. Currently in the hands of Rodian Cartels.​

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Drunken Sailors Inn- A major Cantina/Club with a highly dangerous atmosphere. Lots of deals are brokered here. The number one destination if you need to find a place.​

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Regal Docking Yard​

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As soon as we drop out of Hyperspace there is going to be a massive ground force battle. All hell breaks loose at the Regal docking yard. The Rodian Cartels are losing territory and the Hutt Barony has sent a massive force of pirates to kill them off. Take down the Pirate force, Aid the Rodians and we get in with them tight!​

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Meanwhile at the Drunken Sailors Inn: ​

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Your party will go in and chat up the locals while the Dockyard battle ensues. You catch wind of a mine that contains phrik not far from here. The Rodians are rustling up a plan to take down the Hutt barony in the area. Round up what you can for ships, soldiers and speeder bike gangs. Prepare plans for an assault.​

 

[RC 212]

Location: Approaching Regal Docking Yards
Objective: Make way to the yards
Team: [member="Sabine Kurtass"], [member="Maya Whitelight"]

War. It was an ugly thing and the last thing Jack had expected to be a part of. Since his rustling up of the allied fleet and the expeditionary planning phase he had dreaded this. Yet here it was. After many months of travel through Hyperspace and routes Unknown he had lead them here. aided only be coordinates and acnient note from his mother Vassara Raxis.

Yet all was not well. As The Rogue reverted to real-space just nautical miles from orbit with the rest of the fleet, Jacks ears were assaulted by the scratchy comms of the planet below. Through the din of battle he could make out a singular message. Rodians were looking for help, and tons of it.

In not time at all he had split the fleet, sending half to scout and bringing the other half in behind him towards the source of the distress signal. They were flying blind, but Jack knew one thing. Credits talked, and the Rodian that had contacted him had offered quite the sum for aid. Despite being a simple exploration mission, the fleet found themselves pulled into the midst of a full scale civil war.

Masters Whitelight and Kurtass were flying passenger with Jack, two amazing women with amazing powers. He? A rogue Mandalorian pilot, intent on making his mark in this galaxy.

Atmosphere burned around The Rogue as he set his jaw in stone. The neural link in his Naval Aliit'Gam fired, controlling the ship via his mind. Dak beside him in the copilot seat was whooping with joy. The fire was no match for the vessels Ultrachrome armor.

"Sorry bout the bumpy ride ladies. Alright Dak stay fresh on those guns, pushing to maximum burn!"

"Aye skip, ready to let loose!"

"That's the spirit kid, let's go get some!" Jack roared.

The Rogue fell deeper into atmosphere, racing to scout the situation. Clouds broke, laser beams and vessels criss-crossed the sky. All hell had broken loose, and they found themselves in the heart of the storm....

 

[James Justice]

#1 Regal Dockyards: Approaching
[member="Ryn'Dhal"]
[member="Jessica Justice"]
[member="Brooklyn Justice"]

Father-daughter bonding time. What better way to do it that with a hostile take over of a heavily-guarded pirate space port? James couldn't think of a better one. He looked at his two girls, the heavy trenchcoat covering his body and his many many explosives and weapons he bore. He gave each of his darling girls a smile as they road through the streets in a stolen speeder. Sure he could have bought one. And he could have brought an army with them. But that was not the sort of thing that they needed to learn. They needed to see how to hotwire a speeder right. And how to do this like a Justice; single-handedly against the odds, and most likely against all wisdom.

Jess already knew how to hotwire one of these rides, but Brook had to learn. And besides, there were many models out there and it was good for Jess to see how these older models that were common in the 'Rim were rigged for joy-ridding. The others would be here soon, and he had a large fleet coming just in case to rescue them. But that wasn't needed at the moment. Being a fool and hitting the ground running was what was needed. He gave Ryn a look too, a toothy smile, "Hope ye like ye time with the nieces."

He gave a loud laugh as the speeder came to a halt, he gave each of his girls and Ryn a playful hair tussle, "Let's do this, mates."

He grabbed the heavy case in the passenger seat full of heavy weaponry; SMG slughtrowers, heavy blaster rifles, a shoulder mounted rocket launcher, a flame thrower, more exlosives, and so much more. The only real question was--what was to be used first? He cracked it open on the hood of the vehicle. Overhead a massive space battle was being raged. Here on land, the Justice Family would raise hell.

James grabbed the flame thrower himself and strapped its pack to his back, looking as much drunk on adrenaline as he was on dozen or so drinks he had on the way, "Suit up, mates."

 

[Evan Kenner]

Location: Drunken Sailor's Inn
Allies: [member="Lady Sovereign"]
Objective: Persuasion

https://youtu.be/26wrvblgGP0​

The pub was pretty loud at this time of the day. Evan was still adjusting to how full-of-life this place was, which was a huge change from the lonely abode he lived in on Hoth for so many years. At least now, he could safely say he was much more in-tune to the Force.

Sitting at a table near the bar, he listened to many of the patrons chattering while waiting for a particular woman to arrive that was supposed to be helping him with this job they agreed to perform. What Evan didn't know was that this 'particular woman' was someone he'd met briefly already, whom had piqued his interest in some new form of Force energy.

He lifted his glass of ithorian wine to his lips and watched the crowd, listening to the patrons drink, laugh, and chatter on about the latest going-ons on Tortuga.

 

[Henry Chinko]

Drunken Sailor's Inn
Allies: [member="Seanna Vel"], #TeamCrimeSide

One could tell from scanning the tavern quickly that these were tough people. Criminals, gangsters, pirates, the scum of the galaxy. Hank's people. And, as he sat with a glass of Corellian whiskey, boots on the table, a dark corner, and a cigarette in his mouth, the aging writer could tell this was his place, too.

Their assignment, given by a friend from The Awoken, Jack Raxis, was to gather whatever intelligence they could about this planet and its secrets. Hank was working in a team of two with a fiery young woman whom he had met through a business connection. She was the manager of a liquor company and a shrewd woman--certainly a good partner for this mission.

The way Hank saw it, he was play the eyes, and she would play the arms. Hank had honed his abilities of observation over years of working as a writer--after all, most good writing is just a reflection of what one sees in life. When Seanna arrived, she would be able to engage characters of interest and bring them into a conversation. Hank was charming, sure, but a pretty young woman would have much less trouble getting the attention of these ruffians and thugs than an old alcoholic.

Hank continued to down his drink, reveling in the sting of the alcohol in his throat. Hopefully Miss Vel would know where to find him when she arrived.

For now, it was good to have a purpose again.

 

[Seanna Vel]

Drunken Sailor Inn
Allies: [member="Henry Chinko"] , #TeamCrimeSide [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Lady Sovereign"]

Spoiler

Even as she came walking it there was heads being turned. Pausing as if she had forgotten something, then there he was knowing this was a part of appearance. Finding her hand resting on [member="Gray Raxis"] arm. Whispering into his ear only as if this was part of it all, "You ready for this, " as she made sure he brought the little black bag that look more like someone a business man would carry his papers in, but she knew what was in there.


Feeling the jealousy coming from some of the on lookers. This just wore a twisting smirks to her lips now pale with lip gloss. Couldn't help as she did to watch who would she be able to get good information out of. For this Kiffar information was like gold in some people pockets. The question that should be on their mine what would such a eye candy like herself be doing in such a place like this. That was where she held all the cards, playing them all the same time would be foolish on her part, even those their was a few others from the Awoken that was there that she had run in with already. Even then she had remind a mystery to them.

After all she didn't get to be this high in business by letting herself be known just every little joe blow off the street looking to make a few credits. No she was in her books a respectable and some what honest business lady. Those there was times she used her ablies to her own out come that would befit her and her corporation. Even so there was something more about her then met the eyes, and the one she was meeting only scratched the top surface.

Why did he talk her into this happen, mostly because she was bored wanted to get away from her office some of it she was always looking to explain her business to the next level. With the force as her had maybe a bit of a spell that she had pick up about finding one who she desired to she spotted her partner in crime. Letting herself play the roll she been called about just hoping that Mr. Chinko didn't get carried way, leaving her to blacken a eye or two and having to brighten up that pretty boy smile of his.

Getting up close to him didn't know if he seen her or not. As she let her voice sound like desired honey that was just dripping with temptation. "Careful, with that I don't want to be the one to have to save your ass from force knows what in here." her eyes locking in on his with her bright jewel sparkling eyes of hers.

 

[Maya Carrick]

Location:Approaching Regal Docking Yars
Objective:Make way to the yards
Team: [member="Sabine Kurtass"] [member="Jack Raxis"]

It seem to be in her eyes, but also keeping her emotion in cheek. She put her hand upon Jack shoulder from his back side from one of the seats behind him. Even then she let herself sink deep with in the force as they made the jump out of hyperspace. Knowing that once out there would be unknown those unknowns proved to be right.

Even as she let the force be her aid in this, knowing what was going on. Her place she stayed until she was spoken to. "Oh worry I seen battle before." as she sat in her seat. This time she didn't have on her silver robe but something different. The Warrior with in was now out to play with her Akk armor on showing all her tattoos markings of that of warrior class in the tribe she was born and raised into. Wasn't always the Jedi Healer no she was taught the warrior ways before she made her choice to follow the healer of life way among her people.

Then came the Silver jedi ones that took her in when she needed training that her mother couldn't finish now she was her. "Bank hard left..in three two ..one." even know she could see things that others couldn't see. Even Jack but a learner that he was at this moment in time. Coming to spend some time with him at his homestead, somewhere that she felt right at home, as strange as one might thing it to be.

"Remember our lessons, let the force be your guild." as she hope that this little bit wouldn't get them killed or even put the ship in more danger then it already was in.

 

[Gray Raxis]

Drunken Sailor Inn
Allies: [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Henry Chinko"] [member="Revy"]

Gray came in with Seanna Vel. He had heard from his cousin [member="Jack Raxis"] about needing some help with something. He also heard about it through the Awoken communication channels, and figured he would show up. He was not exactly sure how he had gotten himself teamed up with Miss Vel, but he wasn't about to complain. He knew the attractive woman and was more than happy to help her out. He also had a taste for her whiskey, but that was another issue. He had decided to leave behind his armor for this particular mission. He was escorting a fine young lady and it might scare people off. He was here for information after all, not a kill count.

Gray was wearing a nice set of clothing he had recently gotten. He had a gray long sleeve shirt on with a dark blue vest over it, his pants were a pair of nice gray slacks, and he had his leather boots on. His blaster pistol was strapped to his right leg as always and he had a leather satchel hanging off to his left side. He looked like an odd mixture of casual and formal. He even had on some nice smelling cologne that made him smell like a forest. He looked relaxed, but he was sure to quickly scan the place. He didn't want any surprised here.

Gray got to the table and smiled. He said as he got there, " Well now that we are here, anyone care for a drink? My treat of course."

 

[RC 212]

Location: Approaching Regal Docking Yards
Objective: Make way to the yards
Team: [member="Sabine Kurtass"], [member="Maya Whitelight"]

Master whitelight was very astute. As Jack banked he heard and saw the twin missiles pass by underneath him. smoke and flame filled the air as Z-95's went wild, spearing through Jacks formations of fighters, cutting them open with green beams of death. Below he watched as the airfield race by. Dak was stitching the sky with ion and laser fire, knocking down fighters and sending them plunging to the runway.

"We got a big ship down there, looks like a Venator."

"Aye I see it skip!"

Jack roared as the vessel opened fire, turbolasers raking the skies and adding to the chaos. He banked left, then flipped the craft end over end until they were nose to nose with the grounded vessel, fifteen thousand feet above it. The neural link fired, diving them towards it at breakneck speed.

Pirates at one end were pouring from the vessel, their assault underway. On the north end of the airfield the transports of his fleet were landing, Rodian swoop-gang cohorts were riding down towards the masses, picking them off with skirmishing fire.

"Get torpedoes ready Dak! We gotta knock out those guns!"

As if to answer firing vectors changed. The Rodian Cartel was cut down en masse as the big guns raked the airfield, ripping flesh and asphalt into furrows and pink mist. Jacks visage was red with rage, clouded and adrenaline roared through his veins.

"Fire!"

 

[Revy]

Drunken Sailor Inn

It was one of those days, Shepard and Revy weren't getting along. Revy had received contact from a previous client. The client had enjoyed her success in rounding up the thieves back on Onderon. So in return, she was told about a man named Jack Raxis. A man who seemed to be seeking a distant planet, a planet that Jack wanted for his own. Tales of a complete free society, unrestricted of laws. The idea of a haven for those such as herself and Shepard made her fond of the venture. Even if she didn't approve there was no turning back now.

Revy stepped down onto the golden sand, the heat from above caused her to sigh. Her armor cooling her as she walked. The slim protective grey gear concealed every inch of her. The HUD from her slick, bronze helmet calculated the distance it would take to reach the Inn. A few hundred feet indicating her weary travel was no more. At her waits was a well-made metal belt, her two priceless pistols at each end. Her arms swayed back and forth, barely missing the handles of her weaponry. Alongside her pistols rested a few explosives, layered deeper into the utility belt for protection. She rarely liked using her bounty armor, but the visceral battle in the sky had caused her to. Even though the armor seemed heavy it actually was light, allowing her full flexibility.

Reaching the loosely hanging door at the center of the entrance, she smirked. Pressing the side of her helm it retracted to the back of her neck. Her white face revealed as she reached for something along her belt. Gripping for it like she had for many years, she placed the cig in her mouth. Lighting it is as she took in a nice taste. Her garnet red eyes watched the on lookers, some already drunk. Her maroon hair swaying in the hot breeze. Revy smiled at the man near the door and moved inside, smoke escaping her mouth as she entered. The sounds of glasses clinging made her excited to drink on the job, only she had a reputation to uphold. The sign dropped from the center of the room, tables scattered about as the crowd enjoyed their stay.

The sign read,

Drunken Sailors Inn

The words made her think for only a moment until she pushed a few men to the side in her way and moved to the counter. The barkeeper cleaned a glass with a few quick turns of a rag and approached.

"New Face, New problems." The barkeeper said.
"Yea, well you hear that?" Revy stopped for a moment as a distant explosion came from above. "Sounds like you already have enough problems without me, bub." Revy finished, pointing out the window so the barkeeper would look.

A large heap of metal crashing into the sand just outside his establishment. Revy laughed, blowing smoke into his face. Turning away from the counter she looked for the typical, someone selling information on the mines ahead. Only she wasn't sure out of the sketchy crowd who was who. Then she heard it just loud enough to gander over.

"Your treat? I said I wouldn't, but to hell with that." Revy tossed the lit cig to the floor and stomped it out. Her armor showing its capable movement. "Whiskey straight, no other way."

The smell of a forest reaching her nose as she sat beside the generous man. Even with her sudden intrusion, she felt right at home.

[member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Henry Chinko"]

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

#1 Regal Dockyards: Approaching
Allies: [member="James Justice"] | [member="Jessica Justice"]

Brook was thrilled to finally get some father-daughter bonding time with her dad. She didn't care what it took she would be close to her dad. She didn't mind that he had stolen a speeder or that he was breaking laws right and left. All she cared about was being with her father and sister. At a Mandalorian party her and her sister had made a real connection, this was all she wanted right now was for them to love her.

As the tiny redheads feet hit the ground she notes the huge space battle overhead and as she does she thinks of her own ship. Where she had left it with her dads ship. She would then smile thoughtfully at her dad before beginning to suit up as instructed.

 

[Alana Sunrider]

Approaching Regal Docking Yards
Team: [member="Jack Raxis"] @Other pilots?
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The Ambrian Adventurer was not a starfighter. It did not have the armor, shields, or weapons for such a thing. What was it then? Really fast, especially with ion aferburners that were scorching at full blast as she blazed through the aerial dogfight, face while and fists clenched on the controls. She ducked and weaved as she felt necessary, always slightly before her sensors raised the alarm of incoming attacks. Something caught in her throat and she almost whined in terror as the massive cruiser opened fire. Why, oh why, was she even here?

Because Jack Raxis had invited her, so to speak, even though there one previous meeting had been... of unusual circumstances and poor luck. it had also involved pirates. Pirates, always pirates. You think such a... gentleman would invite a lady to something that did not involve pirates, but Onna had to agree with the motive, both as a poor scavenger and now a bounty hunter. They caused a great deal of trouble for innocent people and they paid the bills. She couldn't tackle any of the big paying bounties yet, so these kept her in good terms with ATC and paid her expenses, but with very little profit.

But she had to get to the ground. That was her biggest goal right now so that they would stop shooting at her ship. It was her home, after all, and needed it for her job. So her ship spun and darted back and forth, four laser cannons silent as energy was directed to shields and weapons as the ground grew ever closer. Onna bit her lip as a strand of hair fell down into her eyes and she gave a quick breath to knock it away.

Almost there!

 

[RC 212]

Location: Approaching Regal Docking Yards
Objective: Make way to the yards, Cover fire!
Team: [member="Sabine Kurtass"], [member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Onna Sunrider"]

Twin orange lies streaked the battlefields, and Dak opened up with a cacophony of ion fire. Repeated white pulses of particles lanced the grounded Venators armor, just as the torpedoes hit and engulfed her flank in a sea of flame and orange destruction. Smoke blossomed as the hull took the hit, near the big guns. It was ripped open, parts vaporizing under the intense heat.

"Ready round two, coming in for another pass."

"Aye skip!"

Weapons fire was reduced from the Pirate side as they scrambled to fall back and asses the damage. Two turbolasers were blown to bits, another three severely mangled. A lane of opportunity was open for the Rodians, whom seized the initiative. Speeder bikes hummed and burned fuel at a rapid pace as the swoop gang blasted down the corridor, picking off pirates with masses volleys of blaster fire.

 

[Henry Chinko]

Drunken Sailor's Inn
Allies: [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Revy"]

Gang's all here.

Three other individuals had joined the party while Hank had finished his cigarette. Seanna Vel, looking--as she always did-- ravishing and fiery, had said something quippy that Hank had smiled and nodded at despite not really hearing. The bar was fairly loud with the sounds of sailors drinking and carrying on. Luckily, no one had started singing yet. Miss Vel had arrived with a man that Hank had seen around the Pillar of Ascension, but had not actually spent much time with. Not surprising, honestly, as Hank was either following Lady Sovereign around like a puppy or sitting in the dark someplace by himself. It had been a business errand that caused his path to cross with Seanna's, and it seemed business was going to be the bearer of all new acquaintanceships in his life, now.

The well-dressed man with whom Seanna had arrived offered to buy drinks for the party, which seemed to draw the attention of a red-eyed woman with dressed in battle armor. She, too, had been smoking and ordered a straight whiskey. Hank smiled through the smoke of his own cig and raised it approvingly, pointing to the newcomer.

"Girl after my own heart," he offered. "Same thing for me, oh generous one."

Hank had been leaning calmly back in the booth, his feet on the table. Now that there was a little more crowding, he decided that it would be best to make some room. He sat up and leaned in casually.

"So, should we go with introductions or is this going to be one of those anonymous things?"

 

[Seanna Vel]

Drunken Sailor Inn
Allies: [member="Henry Chinko"] [member="Revy"] [member="Gray Raxis"]

In that moment she look towards [member="Henry Chinko"] with a playful smirk. "Indeed we are, we know why we are here don't we, sugar." as she had been breifed on the situation at hand. Letting her own hand run in her hair. Even that moment had its on eye appearing to it. Could she be playing a dangerous game having both Henry and Gray in the same place. To her that only hadn't more excitement to the on going relationship with both of them. Where would they both go only time would tell, for now she would enjoy the play.

Raising her own hand, "I'll take some whiskey but then some already knows what I like to drink." giving her playful wink. Even then she wasn't done with the play with a sly foxy curve to her lips.

"Some that are gathered here like to over do their whiskey from time to time." she didn't come right out and say the name but knew who she was talking about. As she stop for a few second.

"Miss Seanna Vel or can just call me Miss Vel or hot stuff or any other name would do." as she let herself get seated waiting for the ones they was to met here to come.

Wondering with what was going on out side would scare them away answering her own answer. "Well, gentlemen and lady I think our guests have came." eye them as if prey for now at less.

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

#1 Regal Dockyards: Approaching

[member=James Justice]
[member=Jessica Justice]
[member=Brooklyn Justice]


The young Knight smirked, as he fixed his faceplate into place. "Right. Try not to get yourself, or anyone else of import killed, oh brother of mine." He'd snark, chortling as he would leap free of the vehicle. A band of troublemakers seemed to be advancing towards the group at the speeder. One could be heard making a lewd comment about the girls, which made a throaty growl spawn in the masked Knight's chest.

The iconic snap-hiss of a lightsaber was heard, the purifying silver blade working about his body, first his left side, then his right, as it took a reverse grip in his right hand, blade behind his back, as he gestured for the blaster-wielding fools towards himself. "Come now gentlemen.... Whatever you wish to say to the womenfolk, why don't you come say to me first...." He growled the last word, his melodic voice going from soft and soothing, to terror inducing, in the breath of a moment.

They hesitated. Mistake number one. A sudden wrenching motion of his free, gloved hand, sent their held weapons scattering along the ground to Ryn'Dhal's feet. The leader drew a holdout blaster, and began firing. Mistake number two. The saber reflexively danced about his body as he charged, blaster bolts directed harmlessly away from his body, into the ground and the walls of surrounding buildings. Closing the gap in a flurry of motion and deflections, the saber sung through the air, severing the brigands weapon in two. The man yelped in terror, as the blade was swung in a savage arc, halting just before his face.

"I see what is in your heart. And frankly, it disgusts me." He snarled, his eye slits opened, allowing the man to see the burning golden pools, flowing with fury, glaring into his own. "Give me a reason. Give me one more reason....." The snarling Knight evoked fear in these gangsters. Much fear. ".... Run....." He whispered, a grin cutting across his face beneath the mask, as the four men suddenly screamed in terror and fled, fleeing as fast as their natural bodies would allow.... which, truth be told, was quite impressive.....

 

[Jessica Justice]

#1 Regal Dockyards: Approaching

[member=James Justice]
[member=Brooklyn Justice]
[member=Ryn'Dhal]


She'd have been standing next to her father, strapping a couple of smaller blasters to her thighs, to accompany the holdout blaster tucked under her jacket. She then grinned at the rocket launcher, gesturing towards it. "May I da? Pleeeeeeaaaaaseeee!!!!" She pleaded, grinning winningly at her father. She'd glancing again longingly at it. She'd never gotten to have the opportunity to fire off a high-explosive device. This would be fun, if the right opportunity arose.

But then, a lewd comment, made about her and her attire, was heard. Narrowing those piercing blues dangerously, the young woman reached for one of those blasters at her side, before seeing a lightsaber spring to life. Watching the Knight in action caught the woman off guard. She'd never seen anything quite like it. As suddenly as the encounter began, it was ended, the four routed by one... by one with no gun of his own. It was hard to believe that only a few weeks ago, that Jedi was laying, seemingly near death, back on an operating table at home.

"Da... How do ye keep meeting the coolest people??"

 

[James Justice]

#1 Regal Dockyards: Approaching
[member="Ryn'Dhal"]
[member="Jessica Justice"]
[member="Brooklyn Justice"]

James watched as the younger, innocent feline younger brother committed things he would have sworn he would be the last to do. The spacer furrowed his brow. There would certainly be a brotherly talk after this, that was a set in stone for now.

Jessica was begging, pleading for the rocket launcher and was both amusing and concerning. What, for goodness sake, kind of daughters was he rasing?

Answer: Ones who had right priorities in this life.

He took it hand gingerly handed it to her, "Alright but dun't point it at any of the good guys or ye can't have it."

He took the satchel of shots and slung it over her shoulder, giving her head a proud pat, and Brookie's too. Then he began filling his armory; half a dozen plaster pistols, another half a dozen slugthrower pistols, a satchel of explosives, a bandolier of clips and magazines, two Lil Monster sub machine guns, a slugh thrower rifle over the shoulder. Most of the weaponry was covered by his tan trench coat. He was ok with that.

When they were ready, he gave Ryn a pat on the shoulder, "Stay behind us, girls, dun't take any unnecessary risks, and let's do this."

Moving forward he made his way to the lobby, body clinking with every step, his weapons clattering loudly. Before he even stepped through the door, James felt the back of his neck tingle in warning. Something wasn't right. When he stepped through the trapsarasteel dors, he saw it but was already ready. Ordinarily it would have been a rather mundane room with fake stone flooring, pillars, an elevator, and halls extending in either direction to the terminals that made up the spaceport.
But the pirates had already set up a greeting party, dozens of them, scattered for cover behind the corners, the desk, the pillars, the seating area.

When the spacer stepped through the door, a heavy barrage of blaster and slug thrower fire was directed at his person. His Force-enhanced reflexes allowed him to move, rolling to the left before the assault had a real chance. The flame thrower in his hands gave a scorching roar, blasting a wild, and covering fire that masked him enough to find cover behind a couch. Hell was waiting.

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

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#1: Regal Dockyards: Approaching
[member=James Justice]
[member=Jessica Justice]
[member=Brooklyn Justice]

Wait... Was James disappointed at.... mercy??? Ryn terrified the four would-be assailants, and sent them fleeing, but unharmed.... And that drew.... disappointment.... from James? The older brother tended to wear his heart on his sleeve. As such, his displeasure was readily apparent on his face.

Ryn'Dhal's own frown deepened into a scowl as his brother faced down a flurry of gunfire upon entering the structure. The cloaked Knight followed suit, his saber dancing about his form. Blaster-bolts were sent flying back in the general direction of the pirates, sending many under cover. Slug-thrower rounds were vaporized by the saber blade, and when the Pirates began reloading, Ryn called out. "A mistake has been made! You have drawn the attention of Justice! Your time has come, and your window of surrender is swiftly closing!" Yes, they were outnumbered.... But this was James-karking-Justice, and Ryn-fething-Dhal. These pirates didn't stand a padawan's chance in Coruscant!

At that moment, a high-velocity round nearly tore the couch James was hiding behind in half, having missed the spacer by less than a foot. Ryn's second saber was in hand as the shot was fired, and ignited in the iconic snap-hiss, pointed unshakingly at the sniper while the couch-fluff was still falling. "And you.... have my attention...." He hissed, his voice a sinister promise of violence. The Force welled within his being, tell-tale tendrils of darkness weaved within his aura, to those sensitive enough to see it. His reflexes enhanced, his speed bolstered, the Knight shot off like a High-Velocity round himself.

Clearing the banister of the upper-level, his twin-sabers swung crisscrossing arcs in the air, vertically, as he landed on the wall horizontally. The faux-wood paneling cracked with the impact, as one saber deactivated. That hand was extended towards the sniper, who's rifle was slowly falling in multiple pieces, as the Force pulsed, a visible ripple in the air. The end result, the sniper swiftly found himself on the ground level, head and shoulders on the ground, posterior elevated against the wall, looking at a slight angle upwards, into the eyes of one James Justice. "A GIFT, BROTHER!!!!" The masked Knight bellowed, before igniting his second saber, preparing for the next round of gunfire, as the pirates began to panic, a potent Force user being among their enemies.

 

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

#1: Regal Dockyards: Approaching
[member="James Justice"]
[member="Jessica Justice"]
[member="Ryn'Dhal"]

As the fighting began Brook began to freak out and dropped down into cover trying not to get shot. She stays there for a few moments before finally pops up and begins to shoot. She either is a great shot or is very very lucky because she hits 20 for 20. As she does she thinks of Jessica and turns looking just to make sure she is alright before taking a blaster bolt through the back of her shoulder