To gain a barrel of Twi'leks

[Fimrati Vailyippin]

Fimrati was checking over her things one more time. She was usually doing jobs like these as one of the slaves, but according to the Xeth, in order to see if the Black Suns really did have no qualms with helping the Banded Lekku in it's field, it would be best to do a job more complicated, that would require more agents. So instead of dressing herself in the attire expected of a slave, the Twi'lek was gloved in a tight bodysuit that reduced how noticeable she was in shadows, while also keeping her body from causing trouble in combat or tighter spaces. Of course, she also had her blaster carbine and pistol, as well as her combat knife.

Looking over the others present, she let her wandering mind still. She was on the job, she was here for the gains of Cine. That was it. Her desires, her feelings, her needs didn't matter. Only Cine's. And so she was looking over the others while the shuttle hurtled it's way through hyperspace to perform a intercept of the freighter that held several cargo holds worth of twi'leks slaves to be trained and sold. The ship wasn't expecting anyone to interrupt their route, after all, who was foolish enough to attack a slaver ship while in transit when there was a high likelihood of damaging the ship or goods irreparably.

 

[IG-65A]

IG-65A stood silently as the shuttled tore it’s way through Hyperpsace. He’d even activated the gripton panels on his feet just for added safety just in case they came to a sudden stop, he certainly didn’t trust the Shuttle to be well enough constructed that the inhabitants wouldn’t be shaken by the ship’s sudden deceleration, he wasn’t convinced that the piece of junk’s internal stabilisers had been re-calibrated in decades.

The Assassin-Droid had a rifle slung over his shoulder while casually holding two heavy blaster pistols, one in each hand, as it surveyed the other inhabitants of the ship. The only two he knew already was Xiann his personal engineer although he allowed her to work on other jobs when he didn’t need repairs and then there was her bodyguard Rusty. He looked at the poorly constructed machine wondering if he’d ever seen a droid in a sorrier state although that still put him light-years ahead of most organics.

The current job was of little interest to the IG Series Assassin Droid. He wasn’t being paid well and the objective of rescuing a bunch of worthless organics didn’t exactly appeal to him. However Xiann had practically begged him to accompany her so he’d relented.

Checking the Power Cells of his pistols his head swivelled as he focused on Xiann with his primary photoreceptors. “Query: How many of the worthless property-organics are considered expendable during this assignment?” he asked as his pistols made a soft humming sound while they powered up. “Clarification: I mean as acceptable casualties caught in the inevitable crossfire.”

 

[Xiann Sivron]

Xiann had found some blankets ond cusions in one of the storage lockers she'd opened and was currently lying down tapping her foot to a tune in her head. She was brought to the real world when IG-65A spoke to her but waited a moment as the ship shuddered out of hyperspeed, "As few as possible. We get a bonus for every one we claim. The crew on the other hand, if they resist shoot them. If they want to help, let them help. We'll fly back to Ego and then shoot them. That goes for you too Rusty." The scrap droid responded with a rather chirpy "Roger roger." It had been a while since he had shot anyone, bless him.

The pilot called back saying that they were approaching the other ship. The blue twi'lek hopped to her feet and dusted herself off, making sure she had all her gear with her, "Now remember, Fimrata and koolaid head upto the command deck and get control from them. Me and Rusty will head to the main computer core and make sure we have complete control of the systems. Iggy, you just wander the ship looking for people who look like they may turn on us on the way home. We don't need any nasty surprises mid flight. Hopefully we'll be home in time to see tonights movie."

 

[McCool]

McCool was as peaceful as could be, given the usual life threatening activities they were about to partake in. He had little memory of how or why he had tagged along on this mission. Could’ve been on Malicar’s orders, but it just as easily could’ve been someone taking advantage and getting him to agree to something when he wasn’t particularly sober. Regardless, he was here and there was little chance he could ask for a rain check at this point. He didn’t need to go over his gear, such trivial things as precautions and safety were below him. He assumed he had brought his usual stuff: his trusty blaster pistol with the name “Self Defense” etched into it, a survival knife with several different notches that he never learned the use of, and a few feet of rope just in case. With not much else to do, he decided to pass the time practicing card tricks, the kind that would get him killed in any reputable casino. They were actual physical cards, rarer now these days what with the holographic sabacc cards he was used to playing with when actual money was on the line. Even so, as he grew bored he let out a yawn, and resolved to catch some beauty sleep before the mission. He sprawled out where he could and pocketed the deck, except for one. He held The Idiot in his hand and tucked it in the hatband of his cattlemen. Forgoing any cushioning or blanketing he simply pulled his hat down over his eyes and dozed off for a little siesta.

His dreams were frantic and muddy, flashes of red and brown. He heard screams and wails of sorrow. Gravestone after gravestone like a nightmare domino set surrounded him. Above him a million subs cooked him alive, then every single one vanished, leaving him charrred and freezing. The ground gave way beneath him as he slowly sank into the earth. No effort could fee him as he felt dirt and soil enter his mouth, cutting off his oxygen supply. Whatever grubs lives down here helped speed up the decomposition process, ensuring he wouldn’t be long for this world. As his vision faded, he finally came back to consciousness.

He rose with a start, but he tried to play it off and laid back down. In all honesty it was far from the worst his subconscious had thrown at him, so it was relatively easy to shake off. Getting his bearings in the real world once more he heard what sounded like important talking going on so he sat up with a huff, adjusting his hat and trying his best to take in what information was necessary. “Excuse me, son, I’s restin’ my eyes for a second and I think I missed a bit. Now not wantin’ to go making the wrong kinda ruckus or nuthin’ was this here operatus of the black ops variety or are we having ourselves a proper shootenanny once we enter this here promised land? Cus I need to be mighty prepared either way, son.”

 

[Fimrati Vailyippin]

Fimrati looked over at McCool, and shook her head. "This isn't some assassination job. This is a grab. We kill anyone resisting, secure the slaves in the holds, and transport the lot to the Ego where the Banded Lekku can start processing them." She states, almost monotone. Once she was ready, she waked to the cockpit of the shuttle, and looked on to the freighter they were about to hit. It was about what could be expected, it looked like every other long hauling ship that carried who knew what from point A to point B.

"We'll latch onto the airlock, crack it open, and get to work from there."

 

[IG-65A]

Well Xiann had not provided an exact percentage so that at least left IG with some leeway to have a bit of fun if the assignment turned out to be dull. The droid didn’t even protest when she called him Iggy, of all the fluid filled fleshbags she was the only one who was allowed the privilege of nicknaming him without receiving a laser bolt to the forehead. When the small blue Twi’lek threw out orders the Assassin Droid’s bright red photoreceptors locked onto her.

“Acknowledgement: I will take care of all and any resistance.” he replied with great enthusiasm. IG-65 would rather just kill all the slavers for the sake of simplicity, and enjoyment, but it was possible some had bounties on their heads considering their activities. Something to keep in mind at least, money was the only thing better than the visceral joy of murder.

A rather ungroomed looking organic, this one male, finally seemed to decide to join the conversation. Alpha imagined if he had olfactory sensors that they would have been quite offended by the Chisss scent. When the man asked his question using words such as “Shootenanny”, which despite his repertoire of a few million language databanks was not one he'd heard before, he Droid tilted his head slightly and turned back to Xiann. “Mocking Query: What language do you think this blue derelict is speaking?” he asked with a tone obviously meant to be insulting.

Turning away as the older Twi’lek moved into the pilot bay IG would step up to the airlock and wait for the ship to dock so he could be one of the first to board.

 

[Xiann Sivron]

Xiann blinked as the man awoke and began to drunkenly ramble. "I honestly have no idea Iggy. I just hope he shoots straighter than he speaks." She walked over and started the docking procedure as the two ships connected. As she finished locking down the clamps so they couldn't be shaken free she stepp behind the wall to avoid being shot when the door opened, "Rusty, you and Iggy start shooting when that door opens, anyone on the other side will do the same. So hatman, i suggest you stand on that side of the door. Being flesh and bone, we're less likely to survive a blaster shot." Rusty nodded and stood next to the IG units and pointed his gun at the door, ready to shoot.

She reached around to hit the panel. The audable beeping started the countdown for the door to open.

Spoiler

OOC: Door will open next on your post McCool. Rusty will start shooting. Feel free to have him march in while shooting or just cover you, which ever you want.

 

[Fimrati Vailyippin]

(Apologies for the extended delay!)

Once the ship had forcibly latched onto the airlock, the resounding clang echoing through the frames of both ships, it was only a matter of time before the cutting tools that Xiann activated with the press of that button did their work and the airlock chosen to raid the ship from was damaged to uselessness. The sensors on the raider's airlock of course, waited until the other door was ready to fail, then hit it with a focused explosive blast to throw it inwards, leaving a gaping maw of a hatch into the ship. That done, the airlock opened properly, and the few slavers still coherent and able to function enough began to pour fire into the opening, since there was little other option needed to know where the attackers were coming from.

Looking to Xiann, Fimrati nodded, not wanting to throw herself into the line of fire. Of those raiding, she was probably the least heavily armored. If anything, raids like this were rare for her. She was an Assassin Lash, not an Enforcer Lash. She still followed the orders given to her, being the slave she was.

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