Slavering Jaws (Slave Raid - OPEN)

[Culver Yardley]

[member="Katarine Falcon"]

"Don't worry I haven't had a crew for a long time and I'm in need of one. This armor may be damaged but there is still plenty of rockets left. So how would you like to take down those lizards...captain?"

Culver lowered his arm and opened his visor. His face showed a broad grin along with a small bleeding cut on his top right forehead. Both wrist rockets had replenished their ammo. Culver was eager to hear her plan.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Draven Dursden"]

An invisible wave slammed Cradossk and company to the ground. The impact felt like concussion rifle fire, but more of a shove or a throw than a bone-shattering blast. Regardless, Cradossk felt quite a bit of pain. He found himself seriously displeased, and also minus a functional stun rifle. Note to self: fix stun rifle or steal new one.

The stun fire slackened, and then Dursden was gone, vanished over the edge of the roof. Cradossk picked himself back up and spat blood. Between the Jedi and the man in power armor, he'd taken serious losses.

The Trandoshan ships began to lift off, exit stage left, their bellies full of fresh new slave stock.

On the plus side - he thought to himself as he limped back into his dropship - a profit split between twenty slavers was significantly tastier than one split between forty.

 

[Draven Dursden]

Draven laid atop the building's roof top, gasping for air and sputtering as he rocked back and forth, shaking his head like a dog stuck in a trap, trying to regain some semblance of hearing, but only a incessant ringing filled the silence in his head. Slowly the Jedi stumbled to his knees, and spitting blood, he looked over the remains of the wreckage they had left, wondering if a single slave had been saved by his display of force. The Knight certainly did not feel like he came out on the better end of things, in any way shape or form. This troubled Draven deeply, to be bested by slavers would have been the ultimate blow to his pride. Something which had been the only thing keeping the young man going all these years. He finally gave in to his gag reflex, and bent over, retching up that morning's breakfast, into a rather disgusting puddle beside him atop the roof.

@Cradossk @Culver Yardley

 

[RC 212]

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

"Consider yourself hired then. Third Mate. Sorry but Rothgar my Graug heavy weapons guy has been around longer."

She kept her pistol at the high ready, and scanned the alley, from roof top to the ground.

Then the sounds of engines roaring gave away the Slavers retreat. She glanced up and then grunted.

"Feth they're escaping."

One hand reached in, drawing a small syringe of stims. She slammed it into her thigh and depressed the plunger, feeling the mix of chems dilate her eyes and slow time. She was in a red heated rage now.

"That speeder bike. Get on it."

She moved faster than normal, throwing a leg over and firing it up. Then she kicked the throttle, and zoomed off towards Cradossks ship....

 

[Karsan Munin]

Sure, Karsan was fast. He was fast enough to deploy the weapon he was currently using in less than five seconds. And he might've also been fast enough to dodge the metal rod coming for his face.

But he wasn't fast enough to move out of the way and keep the weapon.

He rolled off the gun, and the impact went straight through the receiver of the weapon, destroying the weapon system. He was down to his sidearm. Westar-35. Certainly not a bad sidearm, but he preferred slugthrowers. He scrambled his way to cover, taking cover similar to the crates the other man was hiding behind.

He popped in a cartridge and charged the weapon.

He leaned against the crate, breathing heavy from his movement.

"YOU GONNA DIE HERE, SLAVER!"

 

[Culver Yardley]

[member="Katarine Falcon"]

Culver quickly hopped onto the steeper. As soon as he got on, the speeder went down a little from the armor's heavyweight. Culver followed Katarine's speeder and was in close proximity.

He then looked over at Katarine and took out a rocket ammo from one of his wrist rocket launchers. He tossed it to Katarine and yelled out...

"Here catch! You can use that baby as a grenade or something if you want! By the way, its already armed so don't drop it!"

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Katarine Falcon"] [member="Culver Yardley"]

"Ssswoop bike in rearview, sssir," sssaid the dropship's pilot. Cradossk bit back invective and eyed the altimeter. That speeder bike probably had enough of a flight ceiling to intercept his ship in atmosphere, and the dropship didn't have a lot in the way of weapons. Worse, he couldn't bring any of them to bear while clawing for space - not the forward cannons, not the ventral blaster. The best he could do might be...hmmm.

"Sssteep rissse, pleassse." He unholstered one of his ACP repeaters and headed for the service airlock on the port flank. One carabiner later, he was leaning out the hatch and firing at the bike. The ACP repeater put out a flurry of small yellow blasts.

 

[RC 212]

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

"What the hell?" She asked, looking at the ticking time bomb in her hands.

"I don't even have a launcher or nuthin dude. Why would you- feth it."

She hucked it hard as she could Cradossks, way and then ducked as yellow blaster fire sizzled down through the air. She zigged and zagged, cursing because they were losing speed and the dropship was beggining to climb.

"Grapling hook would be a great move about now Yardley!"

A blast caught her in the leg, making her juke the speeder hard. She gritted her teeth, fought through the pain and the acrid smell of sizzled armor weave and flesh.

Hopefully Yardley had that rope, and her throwing the rocket didn't crash the ship. Can't steal what's broken.

 

[Culver Yardley]

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

It took some time for Culver to find a rocket in his ammo cache with a grapple function. He aimed it and fired at the Trandoshan dropship, the rocket didn't do anything but just place the grapple. Culver grabbed the rope and drove his speeder right next to Katarine. He yelled at her...

"Here! Grab this! I will head on first and you begin to climb!"

Culver pointed his left wrist, right above the dropship and fired, what was stupid is that he grabbed the rocket with his right hand to propel himself out of his speeder. He was flying while hanging onto a rocket and he jumped off right before the rocket exploded. Culver landed inside the dropship right next to Cradossk. He pointed his left wrist at Cradossk's head and said...

"Did you see that farking stunt I just pulled? It won't be that hard to fire this rocket at your head unless you surrender."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Katarine Falcon"] [member="Culver Yardley"]

In Cradossk's opinion and experience, there were two kinds of fighters: people who talked and people who did things. Yardley's stunt caught him by plenty of surprise, to be sure, and the power armor's weight wasn't friendly either, but Cradossk found himself with a good few precious seconds to act.

<<Roll left,>> he snarled in the Trandoshan language, and the pilot obliged. The open hatch was now straight down, and between his carabiner and a good solid grip near the sealed inner hatch, Cradossk wasn't going to take that long fall.

The same couldn't be said for Yardley.

"Sssayonara."

 

[RC 212]

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

"Well feth me," she said, climbing up the rope as the ship rolled hard left. She got a double wrap on it and held on for life, blood rushing to her head, trying to make her black out from the G forces. Stuck between a rock and hard place. She kept climbing, ever so slow, trying to reach the hatch.

"Screw it."

If I'm going down, everyones coming with me...



She cooked off and then tossed a plasma grenade up into the open hatch....

 

[Culver Yardley]

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

Culver felt the ship's movement and did his best to grip himself. He turned on his magnetic boots hoping to stay on but failed to do it in time. Culver was falling and as he came down he saw Katarine throw a grenade. He yelled out while falling...

"Kill that farking lizard!"

Culver hit the ground hard, but the armor absorbed most of the damage. His suit was at only 37% dexterity and his left dual rocket wrists had been utterly destroyed. It would've been unlucky if the rocket ammo caches exploded. Culver was too much damaged to get up, he used his HUD system to send a message to Katarine, via comlink...

"My suit is too damaged, one more blaster shot and my rockets will explode on me. You have to go solo for now!"

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Katarine Falcon"] [member="Culver Yardley"]

Light and heat marked the last moments of Cradossk's consciousness. The cooked plasma grenade detonated inside the airlock, right beside where his body hung. Trandoshans could regenerate an awful lot, but Cradossk was no longer young, and the close quarters of the airlock amplified the blast. He hung by the carabiner, limp and well toasted. A few heartbeats too late, the pilot sealed the airlock and finished angling for the steep rise that Cradossk had ordered. The dropship leaped into space, minus the grappling line and/or its occupant. Exeunt the Trandoshans.

 

[Azimuth Industries]

Giles did not relish the thought of dying, especially not when all the other Trandoshans were leaving in a hurry. Really no point in getting cut down in the street by some random Mandalorian. Stars above, Giles was not even a slaver. Well, sometimes he helped on a job and didn’t ask questions about the people in chains, but it wasn’t like he owned any slaves.

Bah.

The Trandoshan tossed his gun aside and raised his claws high so they could be seen above the crate.

“I give up, old sport. You’ve got me.”

[member="Karsan Calnov"]

 

[Karsan Munin]

Karsan's form, slowly rose from behind the crate. Through the dust, debris, and heat of the firefight, he walked, slowly. There was tense silence, as the other belligerents of the firefight had left. He kept the blaster in his right hand, and his left hand free.

He walked, keeping a watchful eye on the Trandoshan.

He eventually came just out of claws reach of him, and looked down at the weapon. His left foot came down on it, pinning the weapon to the dirt by the barrel.

"You know who I am?"

His voice. Like gravel under a wheel. Quiet. The skull painted on his chest and helmet made more of a statement than the few words he shared with the Trandoshan. He didn't make a move with his blaster yet.

[member="Bareesh Kajidic"]

 

[Azimuth Industries]

The Trandoshan stared up at the Mandalorian, goggles dulling the sun's glare.

Armor, t-visor, gravelly voice, lugheaded battle cries. He met all the prerequisites, definitely a Mandalorian. Just like every other Mandalorian Giles had seen.

"Er, no?"

Giles suddenly felt a prickling across his scales. Most Mandos did bounties, it was like their national profession. He'd surrendered hoping this bloke would just bring him in for a bounty, but Giles got the sudden and distinct impression that this chap might decide to announce a name as some sort of perverse epitaph, then shoot him dead.

The T'doshok swallowed past the lump in his throat.

[member="Karsan Calnov"]

 

[Karsan Munin]

Good.


"Good. You won't."

He crouched down next to him and kicked his weapon, letting it scatter hopelessly far away. He gave him a telling, evil smirk behind his helmet. He pushed the barrel of his blaster into the man's chest.

"Sing or you'll start sucking air through a nice big hole in your chest."

His right hand wrapped around the blaster, his left curled into an armored fist if the man tried anything really stupid. He needed information on who was here before. He needed to get it. And this man was a key in it. He could get it somehow, some other way, sure. But this was faster, easier.

Sing your song, little birdy, and you might fly away.

[member="Bareesh Kajidic"]

 

[Azimuth Industries]

Both of Giles' hands raised a little higher and his eyes widened nervously behind his goggles as the pistol barrel poked against his sternum.

"Sing? Oh- oh, you mean give up information. Sure, sure. What do you want to know, old sport?"

This was about to get terribly awkward, as if it was not already. How was he supposed to explain to this Mandalorian that he did not in fact know the slavers, their leader, or their purpose? Well, their purpose maybe. That had been quite clear. All about the slave catching business, very traditional Trandoshan.

[member="Karsan Calnov"]

 

[Karsan Munin]

The old and weak are doomed.


"I want you to tell me everything you know about just went down."

Karsan slowly rose to a stand, and the barrel of the pistol came up with him.

"You buy yourself a few more years with each thing I like, worm."

[member="Bareesh Kajidic"]

 

[Azimuth Industries]

Giles took in a deep breath.

Scorekeeper, preserve my tally.

"Alright, well, I'm here because my ship was blown halfway to Hextor Prime and needed repairs, see. So I'm here, in the spaceport, watching three little Ugnaughts repair her, when all of a sudden a bank of Trandoshans slither down the street and come right up to me."

The Kajidic mercenary smiled nervously, showing sharp teeth.

"I said what're you about, sport? An' he, their leader, said slaving. An' then the shooting started and I had to pick sides. No matter what I did, I doubted anyone would believe I wasn't in league with them, right? So I had to make a choice, and I'm not about to go blasting away fellow Trandoshans, and there you were, with your big guns and your black armor, and - well - I was pretty sure you'd shoot me either way, sport. . . . ."

He stared.

"Look, if you don't believe me, just ask my little Ugh friends over there."

Giles pointed at the group of three Ugnaught mechanics wearing welding masks. One of them waved back slowly.

[member="Karsan Calnov"]