Trouble in Electric Lady Land (open)

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Solan Charr"] [member="Jack Rand"] [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

Patricia ducked down letting another blaster bolt fly past her head. She staggered a bit on her high heels and stood back up to shoulder her rifle. Once the stock was in her shoulder she aimed down her optic and fired two chatters of burst fire at the two men exiting the room, the bullets hit the two men and the fell over dead as a door nail. Then Gen called out asking for how long she was supposed to hold. Patricia got on her comm and was about to answer until something real dumb happened. The few flames sent out by [member="Solan Charr"] didn't just light a few goons on fire it hit the dry rug on the floor and the expensive rug went up in a inferno that soon spread to other parts of the room.

"WHAT THE F@&$!!!" Patricia yelled and out and bounded over her cover.

"Gen! Breach and clear get the package before he burns to death! I am making an exit!" Patricia primed the grenade in the tube and decided it was time to get to going before the entire placed burned down. With a poomf the grenade left the tube and the back wall a few feet to the right of Solan exploded outwards sending rubble to the ground and creating a five foot tall and wide hole. Hopefully Solan could stop and goons trying to escape.

Patricia made her way to Gen still wearing her playhutt bunny outfit, she tapped the woman on back to give the signal to go. When she decided to enter there would be three body guards left alive with Hugo and three other VIPs in the private lounge. Patricia had a ride waiting on the street and they could soon get out of there.

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Jack Rand"]

Glyph watched the room catch and burn up, a bit surprised to be honest about the level of which the flames had erupted. But then what he was more surprised by was the sudden blast to his right that left him covering his face to make sure nothing hit him in the eyes. He supposed that was his que and ignited his blade, the first goons streaming out and seeing him as he activated the blades of the saber staff. "You all have two choices, i A, kill you here and now or B, turn you into the authorities. And trust me, i really do n-"

He didn't finish as they started shooting at him. "NOW YOUVE PISSED ME OFF." With that his hand turned the blade in his hand and he spun it before deflecting the first barrage in all directions, not really aiming to send it back at them. Soon after though his hand brought the saber out infront of him and he charged with a burst of force enhanced speed. First he impaled the middle one as the other two turned on him, his free hand reaching out and blasting the man to his left with a burst of lightning aimed at the heart.

The last figured he could try and run which made Solan laugh as he removed his blade from the goon's chest, looking at the man as he ran. "I Think you should stop.." The man responded firing at him, most of the shots wide as solan's eyes hardened and he reached out, gripping the man's ankle and twisting it as he ran, his body going down as Solan got closer. "Last chance to surrender." The Goon started begging for his life, his screams silenced as Solan placed his blade at the goon's throat but did not kill him. "I won't kill you... but you aren't leaving." With that he stepped back and cut off the man's legs under his knees, leaving him there crippled as he made towards the private room now.

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Geneviève kicked at the fragments of the wall that were still in place following her close-range shot and opened up the hole enough for her to step in, flinging her bunny ears away that she may never be troubled with them again. The room was already beginning to haze up from the smoke as the carpet rapidly conducted the blaze. There was an abrupt whir as Charr dashed about and made quick work of two of the goons. Lasedri gave him a surprised glance, unaccustomed to this more violent behavior from the crazy guy. Last time they had done something of this sort, he had been Mister Pacifist. Apparently impaling heads was now permissible for him.

Estrada was scrambling about, attempting to find an exit amidst the flames that licked up the walls, blackening the room. She dropped her aim and released her left hand from the barrel, confidence tremendously radiating from her as she approached the trapped gangster. He saw her coming for him and pulled out a heavy pistol, just as anyone might expect.

Gen snapped her hand forward and whirled her arm sideways, her mind focused only on hurling an imaginary starfighter at him, as Xiangu had sort of instructed her. Her imagination could be cruel, but she believed in assurance rather than risking insufficiency. Her cockiness nearly hurt her, however, as a bolt grazed the skimpy bunny outfit just as she lashed out at Estrada through the Force. The man toppled onto his right shoulder and watched his gun fly out of his hand and into the murky darkness that was the ever-increasing cloud of smoke.

She stepped up to the downed criminal and stomped her heel onto his wrist, eliciting a choked roar from him. Then she yanked him by the sprained joint, forcing him to stand up to avoid fracturing. Slamming the stock of her weapon into the back of his shoulder, Gen shoved him towards the doorway and radioed Patricia after a few coughs. "Package delivered. I hope you have him covered, Short Stuff."

[member="Solan Charr"], [member="Patricia Susan Garter"], [member="Jack Rand"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

[member="Geneviève Lasedri"] [member="Solan Charr"]

Patricia coughed and waded through the fiery room finding Gen with a captive Hugo Estrada, further away was Solan with his saber. It looked like the dream team was back together, and by dream team Patricia meant she dreamed about being on a different team. One without a creepy cold communist nutcase and the amazing boy blunder. Though they did have their uses and they were the closest thing she had to friends in this galaxy, yes sad but Patricia knew that. Looking over at gen try to move Hugo through the door a blaster bolt soared near her and a throaty cry of pain rang out.

"AGGHHH!! queen!!" Hugo screamed out when a blaster thwacked him right in his right kneecap shattering it and rendering the leg wholesomely useless.

Hugo was able to stay up but Patricia had to act right now. With her high heels still on she took a few shots at incoming hotel security droids and dropped two of the approaching ten. They had to leave now.

"Through the giant gaping hole let's go!" Patricia pointed to the five by five foot hole in the wall caused by tbd grenade launcher she shot off.

Stepping down the rubble she ran down the alleyway vanishing from sight into the darkness. After a few moments the massive engine of a speeder roared and drove up to the side of the building. The giant pink hummer speeder hovered above the rifle and the doors propped open to let the three of them in. It was seriously time to get to stepping before the cops showed up.

"GET THE **** IN!!" Patricia screamed at them then lifted a pistol out the window to send a chatter out into the head of a incoming security droid. Hopefully everyone was up for a high speed chase tonight to top off festivities at the casino

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"] [member="Geneviève Lasedri"]

"You sure do know how to have fun... oh look, the police are here... i do believe that is our que." He smiled and looked up at the sound as he sat inside the speeder, staring back and waiting for it to come closer. He really wasn't sure about this, but he made sure to sit beside Hugo and smiled a bit wider as he snapped and a small flame showed on his finger before he cut it off. The warning was clear, try anything and Solan would make sure that if this man thought he had any chance of escape, it would be through the end of his life and Solan would make that as painful a process as he could. But incase that wasn't enough he pushed a single, full thought into the Slaver's mind at what Solan would do to him should he try it, the thoughts only Solan and the Slaver would no.

 

[Geneviève Lasedri]

Gen did not exactly need Patricia's directions to figure out what needed to be done next. That tiny blonde sure had a loud mouth--almost grating on the ears. Why did she choose to work with the Republic Bunny, anyway? This had to be the worst mission ever. But maybe it was just the fact that Geneviève had something to prove, and she could actually stand the annoying agent's non-nonsense approach to--simply--winning. They had just captured a big-time slaver, after all. Whatever the odd relationship was--plus the even odder persistence of the crazy violinist guy--she was in this for the performance and for the pursuit of unhampered justice.

Clambering into the boxy, armored, pink speeder, Gen wondered just how the Agent of Whine expected them to avoid the police while driving such an identifiable vehicle. "Gun it, will ya?!" Hopefully Patricia knew how to actually drive.

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"], [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

"No one likes a backseat driver Gen!!" The doors slammed behind Gen and Solan and it was safe to say Patricia was still a bit mad about the whole failure in communication thing and them now burning down half a casino thing. But hey whatever

Patricia slammed her foot down on the pedal and the engines on the mighty speeder roared to life and the beast took off with force that could cause whiplash. Making a hard right turn the speeder jerked hard and the trio with their plus one were blazing hard down the street. In the distance sirens were wailing out and it was safe to say that it would be best that they found a place to go that didn't have lots of cops and burning buildings.

"I'm in the zone mother ****ers!!" Patricia yelled as she slammed the radio on the speeder blasting some annoying song on the radio. Something about veiled sexual metaphors just clean enough to make it on the radio

https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&persist_app=1&v=eXwtOroPLl0

Behind them the sirens grew louder and louder as the police had pegged the arsonists (cough cough Solan) who had done such a thing. So Patricia did what any sane person would do. Hop onto the incoming traffic lane on the freeway as the 5O began to pull up on them. The woman giggled and stomped on the pedal once more. Another roar came from the engines and soon the party of four were dodging and weaving what could of been a fatal collision every second. But it worked, the police couldn't follow and soon the massive hummer pulled off into a industrial area and changed color from a hot pink to a dull and plain grey. Once the adrenaline rush wore off and the truck parked inside a warehouse.

"And that's how you kidnap a wanted slaver." She said softly

Looking back at Solan it was safe to say the woman was still coming off the rush of adrenaline. So she did what any sexually charged woman in a playhutt bunny costume did. Respectfully asked him on a date.

Patricia jumped into the back seat and started to feverishly making out with Solan. Or not, she could not do that.

TO BE CONTINUED
[member="Geneviève Lasedri"] [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

Solan blinked as about the time he had moved to get out of the speeder the face of Patricia was right up against his, blinking as she kissed him and blinks as he stares at her for a few moments before breaking it and smiling. "Well, uh wow... though if im getting kissed by a beautiful woman i would ask it be Gen." He smiled and glanced at her from where he sat. "After all, she is the more beautiful one of you two bunnies... Now how about we get to the fun part, its been a while since i last did this...." He didn't realize what he meant as information gathering could be taken the wrong way easily with Patricia right there on him.