Slavering Jaws (Slave Raid - OPEN)

[Draven Dursden]

The Jedi's hilts locked into place, and he smiled widely, it was time. The massive broad saber was nearly as tall as a grown man, and pulsed with furious energy, pouring off unstable waves, letting anyone know, that if another saber came into contact with it, each slam against the pulsing blue saber would threaten shattering its enemies weapon. Draven took a moment and steadied himself, reaching out with the force and feeling through the air for only a moment, allowing peace to flood over him, before he let a controlled dose of fury seep its way into his mind.

Draven flung himself from the blown open doorway, massive broad saber whirling in a flurry of death, the single saber looking like two from the speed and skill he swung it. The short man made up for his lack of reach with savagery, sweeping one of the already incapacitated younger heads off and letting it fly through the air. The Jedi began to dart towards the shackled slaves which were taken from the bar, seeking to free them, saber whirring and at the ready to deflect oncoming laser weapons, the jedi's combat mask now in place, fueling him with clean, and cold oxygen, his adrenaline pumping and force strength filling him.

[member="Cradossk"]

 

[Culver Yardley]

Culver yelled out loud to Cradossk...

"Do you really think those small yellow bullets going to hurt me? You, sir, are very foolish!"

The yellow blasts from Cradossk's submachine guns made large pings as they hit Culver's armor. The other Trandoshans were more effective though, they pulled out thermal detonators and began throwing them at Culver. He rolled away from the first two, but the third exploded right near Culver. Culver was trapped in the corner and the Trandoshans aimed their weapons at him.

His side was hurting immensely from the detonator and his head was going crazy. Never have Culver been so confused about what to do. His overconfidence has led himself get injured and surrounded by Trandoshans.

[member=Cradossk]

 

[Draven Dursden]

Hearing the explosion behind him, Draven whirled on a dime, his force enhanced physique allowing him to do so. The freezing air which he was now gulping down at an alarming rate hurt his throat, but the Jedi ignored it. He was now charging full out towards the rapidly fanning out Trandoshans, huge broad saber at the ready to cut down the first of them, fiery blue eyes burning with hate as he let slip the dogs of war, just a little more. The short Jedi would make impact with the force in only moments, and the huge saber continued to whirl, gaining momentum as he ran and preparing to sink into the first fleshy creature which leapt into his way.

[member="Culver Yardley"]
[member="Cradossk"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Draven Dursden"] [member="Culver Yardley"]

Without mercy or hesitation, the Trandoshans who'd cornered Yardley pounded him with EMP grenades and stun blasts. The goal here was to shut down his armor, knock him out, and sell armor and man to the highest bidder as a package deal. Cradossk stopped firing, mostly because he couldn't shoot at Yardley without hitting the Trandos who'd surrounded him.

Also because of the raging Jedi with the huge lightsaber. Talk about market value.

Your average concussion rifle fired a large shock sphere that exploded on impact. A concussion rifle's shot could send a target flying, break bones, rupture eardrums, et cetera. As the surviving Trandoshans scattered to keep away from the saber, a handful of them brought concussion rifles to bear. Lightsabers didn't do crap against concussion rifles - wonderful things for Jedi-hunting.

 

[Draven Dursden]

The Jedi roared as he finally made contact with his scattering enemies, and the first fell quickly. The huge broad saber sheared the creature clean in half, bits of melted flesh flying as Draven whirled the blade around to decapitate the next. Then as he turned to dispatch another, a massive, jerking force caught him in the chest. The short jedi was knocked completely off his feet, and skidded across the ground, and enormous, "CRACK!" Could be heard echoing out as a hairline fracture exposed its self running all the way down his chest plate. Draven's ears rung, and lungs burned as they scrabbled for some semblance of air, his fists still clutched around the broad saber with the remaining bit of his will.

[member="Cradossk"] [member="Culver Yardley"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Draven Dursden"]

Dead Trandoshans littered the street around the Jedi, and though they only represented a small fraction of the slavetakers, the losses stuck in Cradossk's craw. Others felt them more keenly: he had to snarl his orders repeatedly to get them to switch to nonlethal weapons. Otherwise they'd have just kept firing concussion rifles until Dursden was a puddle. Stun beams converged on the fallen Jedi from many angles. The goal here was to knock him out and sell him, with his lightsaber, on the open market. Maybe the Jedi Orders would pay to get him back; maybe the Sith would pay more. Cradossk had no real preference. Money was money.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Culver Yardley"] [member="Cradossk"] [member="Draven Dursden"]

On shore leave from being the Captain of the Crimson Maw she stumbled into the street battle, of which she could onyl describe to be..... messy?

​

What in the hell?​

Until she recognized a fellow Pirate, dueling it out with a rather nasty looking Trandoshan and crew. Bodies, frag and slag lay littered about the place, doors blown off hinges, and blood spray painted walls like a Jackson Pollock painting.

"Now this is something I can enjoy!" She said, pulling her Mer-Sonn Slughtrower pistol from it's sheath. The purple haired woman knew Culver, he was part of another crew. And despite there being something about Pirates having loyalty to fellow Pirates and the like, his crew had pissed her off on multiple occasions. So she hefted the pistol at the high ready and took position opposite of Cradossk.

Then a single flash bang, followed by a stun grenade rolled down the alleyway.

"Oy if you take him down, I'll buy him!" She shouted his way.

The pistol whirred to life, locking in a round to thee chamber....

 

[Azimuth Industries]

"Bloody blazes," Giles swore, diving behind a box of nearby crates, the big, heavy kind found in starports throughout the galaxy, and only just managing to prevent himself from being ventilated ten ways to taungsday. But two shots had nicked across his left shoulder and lower calf as he dived and the wounds hurt dreadfully.

The Trandoshan adjusted his goggles out of nervous habit and switched the setting on his flechette launcher to "Mando Killer."

Well, it did not actually have a Mando Killer setting (though that would have been a nice touch). What it did have was an anti-vehicle setting, which fired an eleven centimeter long canister that then deployed a hailstorm of flechette darts capable of punching through ten centimeters of durasteel. Maybe not enough to go through beskar, but it would hurt like the dickens. And maybe, just maybe, one of those flechette needles would find some bit of the Mandalorian that was not all armored up in beskar. Like the visor. Yeah, a flechette through the visor would be nice.

Giles popped out from his cover behind the crates just long enough to squeeze off one shot at the prone Mando, aim assisted by his goggles' target acquisition system.

[member="Karsan Calnov"]

 

[Draven Dursden]

Draven, had been thrown back against a nearby wall, and upon realizing his rather dire situation the Jedi thunk fast, and on his toes. He lifted a chunk of wall which had been blasted out of its original place, and lifted it in front of himself, kneeling behind it like a shield, and hoping to god the sturdy material held. The Jedi looked over his shoulder, and saw a gaping hole in the side of the building, when the moment came, he would launch himself through it, and take refuge inside.

[member="Katarine Falcon"] [member="Cradossk"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Katarine Falcon"] got a hiss and a grin. "Agreed," Cradossk said, and turned his attention to [member="Draven Dursden"]. While he'd rarely seen Jedi abilities in action, Cradossk found himself assessing the situation from the human male's perspective. Presumably, holding up a large chunk of wall would monopolize attention and focus. Thus far, the Trandoshans had refrained from using stun grenades against Dursden for fear he'd send them back - but if he was busy holding up several hundred pounds of wall, wasn't this the opportune moment?

A couple of stun grenades arced over the improvised shield. Two more rolled underneath.

 

[Draven Dursden]

Draven let out a hiss of breath and grunted, "Ah shi-" Before his mind clicked into action, he released his grasp on the huge chunk of wall in front of him, and blasted himself on it with the most powerful force jump he could muster. The Jedi was quick, that was for sure, but he was not quick enough. His vision blurred and ears shattered as he was just barely caught in range of the stun grenades, just enough to be nicked by their motion stopping effects. His body shot like a bullet, and landed inside the rapidly collapsing building with a loud, "Thunk!" The broad saber laid beside Draven, burning hot and its glow illuminating where he laid underneath the rapidly decaying rubble. He had one option. Groaning, Draven rolled over in his tiny little corner of the building where his broken body had flung its self, the wreckage continuing to crumble down over him, his initial impact had brought down tons of rocks on top of him, luckily Draven had the wherewith all to shift them so slightly, to where he had not been crushed completely. But, despite this, his right foot had been crushed, badly.This would greatly hinder the knight's mobility, something which could prove deadly in a fight where he was so outnumbered. Blood also ran down Draven's ears, they were ringing, and completely shattered, he couldn't hear a single sound, and his head pounded furiously. Hissing curses, he began to cut his way from the rubble, out the back side of the building, the massive and unwieldy lightsaber awkward at first, but after in position, made short work of the rubble in front of him.

[member="Cradossk"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Draven Dursden"]

"Gassss him out."

Cradossk recalled something about knockout gas not working on Jedi, but the more pressure the better. Besides, that rubble looked unstable, and concussion rifles at this stage could crush the value out of him. At Cradossk's order, another Trandoshan squinted into the rubble and lobbed in standard knockout gas grenades. Heavier-than-air mist flowed through the rubble. Maybe it would get the Jedi; maybe it would just flush him out. Assuming the latter, Cradossk swapped his ACP repeaters for a stun rifle and took a couple of associates around the back. He could catch glimpses of the lightsaber's huge, unusually intense beam through gaps in the rubble. If the Jedi carved his way out and beat the gas, Cradossk intended to be at ground zero.

 

[Culver Yardley]

Culver was still fighting back and throwing all he could. The stun blasts were being kept out by the armor and felt like a small sting. However, the EMPs were starting to disable the suit. Culver continued firing his rockets at the Trandoshans, taking out several of them but more keep taking their place. Trandoshans were rolling and hopping around trying to avoid the rockets.

Culver's HUD system recognized an enemy pirate, Katarine Falcon. His voice was starting to fade from the pain and exhaustion. He cried out...

"Fark...Fark...Fark every one of you fools! I'll see it that all of you die by my hand!"

His head was hurting like hell, but Culver kept trying a way to escape. There was only one thing left to do, give it all he got! Culver stood up as he took damage, the suit was at critical. A Trandoshan ran and tried to tackle him, but the scaly enemy underestimated the suit's power. Culver grabbed the Trandoshan neck and used his body as a body shield until he came closer to the group attacking him. He smiled and said...

"Well well now, I can finally hand you, your invitation. And its got a rocket with your name on it to Hell!"

The whole group of Trandoshans was killed by a single rocket because of its close proximity. Other Trandoshans running in to help, left once they saw Culver standing in a room of their own species bloody bodies and a Trandoshan being held by its neck dead. Culver turned his head and glared at Katarine then pointed his wrist to here head. And spoke...

"People like you and me shouldn't be fighting. How say it that we both come up with a plan to take the Trandoshan slaves and their ships? Or we go back fighting where my suit is heavy damage, but then again, I have a rocket next to your head? I need to join a new crew anyway."

[member="Cradossk"] | [member="Katarine Falcon"]

 

[Culver Yardley]

Double post

 

[Draven Dursden]

The gas slowly seeped into the dimly lit space where Draven was working, the cool oxygen of his face mask continuing to push its way into his lungs, in place of the deadly knock out gas which was being lobbed atop him. Draven continued to swing his saber, sweat glistening across his forehead and face, as he got closer and closer to the end of the rubble, slowly he began to be able to see through the cracks in the rocks. The Jedi could just make out the empty ally way behind the building which he had smashed into. Behind him he could faintly hear roaring and explosions, his ears still ringing and squealing from the stun grenades which he had just barely managed to avoid. With every swing of the saber Draven grunted, ​"A-Almost there."

[member="Culver Yardley"] [member="Cradossk"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Culver Yardley"] would receive no further pressure from Trandoshans; while they'd succeeded in partially shutting down his armor, he'd killed the entire squad. The other squads kept hunting slaves throughout the starport. [member="Katarine Falcon"] was on her own.

About fifty yards away, Cradossk and a couple of Trandos waited outside the collapsed bar. [member="Draven Dursden"] had brought a huge lightsaber to play, and bits of the blade came into view constantly. Burning or molten structural elements scattered across the alley. The gas, it seemed, hadn't worked. Cradossk adjusted his estimate of Jedi abilities. This one needed to get worn down farther before capture, even at the risk of reduced value.

He backed away from the collapsed bar and hissed an order. One of his associates fired a concussion rifle. The goal here was to destabilize and compress the rubble pile around Dursden... and weaponize all the burning, melted bits he was creating so industriously.

"Barbecued Jedi in pressure cooker. Serves sssix."

 

[RC 212]

[member="Cradossk"] [member="Culver Yardley"]

"Well then Feth me I guess." She said aloud, as the sound of Culvers rocket clicking into the chamber entered her left ear. She was at extreme close range, and though his suit was critical, she wasn't too keen on taking a rocket to side of the head at less than a meter. It might blow him away as well, but his armor could probably take the hit.

She thumbed the safety on the Mer-Sonn Slughtrower pistol and grinned.

"Alright Yardley. I like where this is going. Two things though, one you gotta stop pointing that rocket at my head. Two you renounce your former crew and we'll see about getting you a slot aboard the SS Crimson Maw as a Second mate, or maybe gunnery?"

She waited for his reply and response.

 

[Draven Dursden]

Draven roared as he finally burst out into the alley way, gasping in the cold air as he looked about wildly, it was clear, the sound of the concussion rifled smashing into the inn behind him. The Knight struggled to not retch as the world spun around him, and then began to run. He tripped and skidded into the small puddle of water which had been sitting stagnant, but forced his broken and battered body up, continuing his run until he came to the dead end. Draven would then begin to scale the wall, his fingers grasping into the tiny cracks in the bricks, and holes in the wall. His breath was ragged even to his own ears, distorted by the breathing mask, and his bright blue eyes shone furiously as he continued to struggle his way up the massive brick wall. Draven knew, once on the roof tops, he would easily out run or maneuver his significantly less mobile opponents, but only if he made it there. Draven was almost to the top. The huge broad saber sliding into the bricks, and whipping out of them, as he used it to leverage his way up, leaving a trail of saber slash marks behind him. The ruined front of the bar faced out towards the pursuers, and they would need to pick their way through it, and climb over the rubble, to reach the tiny alley way behind it. This bought Draven what little time he had.

[member="Cradossk"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Draven Dursden"]

That greatsaber made a wonderfully huge target. Cradossk, who'd already come around to the back alley with two associates in anticipation of this exact moment, pretty much just fired...up. His stun rifle roared out wide blue blasts, and his two backup men followed suit with smaller stun blasters. The goal here was to numb, even paralyze, the climbing Jedi from the waist down. Cradossk sighted in on the Jedi's bulbous posterior and laid down punishing fire.

 

[Draven Dursden]

Upon hearing the first of the paralyzing blasts fire from its gun, Draven turned on them, opening himself to the force and doing his best to dodge this or that stun bolt. He dodged and weaved, ducking and jumping from brick to brick, and as he got about half way up the wall, he let out a powerful blast of force int heir general direction. He was bleeding, bruised and battered, he could not keep this game up for long, but hopefully long enough to inch over the top of the wall.

[member="Cradossk"]