Private Yo Ho, Yo Ho, A Pirate's Life for Me

[Ezekiel Dashiell]

By the time Persephone Dashiell , Iko Vel , and Casaana were making their decision to hit the onboarding cafe, Zeke along with the rest of the Blue Star Pirates were swiftly moving throughout the transport, incapacitating security and overriding protocols. Tycho Pa, the Devaronian second-in-command, managed to take the bridge with a dozen pirates, holding up the poor Mon Calamari Captain at gunpoint.

When the sound of the overhead comm turned on, it wasn't Captain Sill's voice. Instead, it was the harsh, self satisfied sound of Tycho's heavy drawl, [Ladies and gentlebeings...]

From several doors around the food court and even the vendors themselves, suddenly drew out blaster rifles and pistols, pointing them at the passengers.

[ You are now under the custody of the Blue Star Pirates.]

Zeke came out holding a blaster and an ion shrieker in another looking like a dandy with his feathered hat and a debonair grin. Providence perhaps, that the man so happened to point his blaster at Thirty-Seven.

"''ello, young ones. " His grin would broaden wider, "Hands up, savvy?"

 

[Casaana]

As the trio walked and talked a haze rose up in the back of Casaana's head, a vague yet definitely unwelcome feeling that felt more like her hindbrain raising its snout and sniffing the air for danger than the Force really doing anything. Her step faltered a little bit and she turned to the others. "Aww thank you Persie! Iko's right, we really don't get enough." She was in the middle of giving the other girl an enthusiastic hug when the public announcement system crackled to life.

It started innocent enough, but then "Pirates!?!" Cassana's squeaky voice was a mix of shock and excitement. This was the moment! After all of her cartoons and playing, she was about to meet a real life pirate! Didn't have a clue who a 'Blue Star' was but she was going to find out. She was bouncing in excitement by the time she noticed the blasters being drawn. Were they the liner's crew about to valiantly fight back?

One man with particularly long hair and a great coat that would be perfect for a pirate, Casaana thought herself an expert having a particularly billowing one hidden in the bottom of her suitcase, came up on them and leveled his guns right at thirty seven of all people. "Ahhhh, he said it, he said it!" The joy of the experience was palpable in her squeals of happiness as Ezekiel threatened them, his order completely forgotten. "Iko! Iko, he's a pirate." She excitedly shared and pointed towards the man, one arm still around Persie.

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[Iko Vel]

Fear. It was something that Iko wasn't actually used to. He was used to fighting, but this was different. All of his energy seemed to drain from him as he froze in place. A typical flight or fight reaction, except he seemed to be taking the third choice. Freeze. He was taking in as much transport as he could, a frown on his face as his thoughts were running rampant in his mind. Part of him was hoping that Casaana was going to take this serious-

"Ahhhh, he said it, he said it!" The joy of the experience was palpable in her squeals of happiness as Ezekiel threatened them, his order completely forgotten. "Iko! Iko, he's a pirate." She excitedly shared and pointed towards the man, one arm still around Persie.

For Kriff Sake! This is why he couldn't trust other people. Come on. Think. Think! Thinking wasn't something that Iko was good at, but considering Casaana didn't seem like she was going to be any help...Could Persie help? No. No. He couldn't risk getting her hurt. Thirty Seven could protect her. If Iko wasn't wrong, Thirty Seven was made out of Phrik which was...resistant to lightsabers. So maybe it could at least stand up to a few blaster bolts. But there was the Ion Shrieker...

Karablast. If he was better with the Force, he might have been able to pull it out of the pirate's hand...but he couldn't risk it. Urgh. If he could just shoot lightning out of his hands, this would be so much easier...but no. That wasn't cool. That wouldn't help people. Instead Iko just sighed to himself, holding his hands up in the air. Wait for a chance to strike...and hope that Persie and Casaana didn't get themselves hurt.

"...Yeah. He's a pirate. Probably not a good idea to point at him, Casaana."

Casaana Ezekiel Dashiell Persephone Dashiell

 

[Persephone Dashiell]

Thirty-Seven went to slide the small electrostaff out of his arm yet paused when his ocular sensors caught sight of the ion shrieker. There was only so much combat experience the droid was programmed with, coupled with the fact he was in charge of the safety of Miss Persephone. His first instinct into programming was always to de-fuse the situation first. If the droid knew more, he could move with more calculated precision.

[ I am L3-37,personal assistant. What are the demands of the Blue Star Pirate organization? ]

Persie was just about to comment to Casaana and Iko Vel about their lack of food. She had been underfed for some time but did the Jedi not let them get seconds? Thirds? Makky always made enough for her to stuff her face. Maybe she needed to tell him to march down to the Jedi Temple with her and teach whoever was in charge of cookin' to learn how'ta portion correctly.

Then the pirates came.

She had heard of them before,seen them in the bars on Lower City. They always had a bunch of weapons, even when drinkin'. Persie never tried stealing from them due to the fact. Plus, they always ran in big groups. So despite seein' only the one, Persephone knew for sure there were many aboard.

Brow furrowed at Cassie. Was she on some type of medication? Pirates were cool?! Getting a blaster pointed at them was excitin'? Did the girl get stuck in the birth canal tryin' to be born and lost oxygen? Iko just seemed resolved to their fate, despite his big talk of adventure when they first had met. Little different when one was on the business end of a blaster.

Persephone broke away from the two other teenagers and cautiously approached Ezekiel Dashiell , defiance written all over her face. He looked vaguely familiar, maybe she had seen him before on Lower City.

"Who the fuck is yous?" Dark blue eyes looked the pirate up and down. "Yous look like a joke is what."

 

[Ezekiel Dashiell]

Persephone Dashiell Casaana Iko Vel

The comical confusion that swept over Zeke's swarthy face was evident. His lips puckered in a, "Wha?" followed by the frowning scowl and a, "Who?" then ended with a, "Oh for blasted sakes, would you all shut your traps?"

Annoyance would flicker over his rakish features, aghast and giving a mock expression of hurt at Persie's comment that he looked like a joke.

"First off, this is a hold up, sweetin', I'm holdin' the blasters while you are all now under our captivity." he drawled out, motioning how some of the vendors were now in the midst of holding up a few passengers. It was clear that the pirates had snuck in as crew.

Turning towards Thirty-Seven, Zeke gave a broad grin, "Ah good show, so you do know what is going on? Perfect." despite his lackluster air and his debonair appearance, the way he held that ion shriker level at the droid and the blaster swung left and right towards the children before settling right at Persie's head meant he was serious. and wouldn't shy on pulling the trigger.

"Not a stop closer, precious, or I will shoot you, savvy?" Zeke told Persie, the cocksure little boy's grin flashing in her direction akin to one Makai Dashiell.

"Now, how about that personal droid 'ere starts tyin' up these kids up?"

 

[Casaana]

Oh right, pointing was rude as Iko was kind enough to point out. What she couldn't figure out was why the pirates were pretending to be food vendors, certainly they were making money doing that right? "Oh no," she muttered as a new thought struck her, now there wouldn't be any food vendors. The food court would have to shut down and she'd be back to her tubed synth steak. She glowered at the pirate threatening them, this was certainly his fault.

"No!" She burst out in reply to his demands. "You're the idiot that wants a droid to tie up kids without any rope. How's it supposed to do that? Huh?" He had the coat but he didn't have the cool hat with the folded brim or pirate emblem. Not even a bandana or eye patch. Undoubtedly he was new to this. "Who's your captain? Imma get him ta sort you out." She placed her little hands on her hips angrily staring down this sham of a pirate leveling guns at Persie and the stalker droid while trying to ignore the foggy shadowy feeling raising its head again in the back of her mind.

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[Iko Vel]

Iko could feel his anger building up, especially as the blaster was swung around to point at Persie. Flexing his hands as Iko was trying his hardest to stay calm, a few stray sparks sparking off his hand as he stretched them and flexed his hands out. Breathe. Stay calm. Shaking his head afterwards as he listened to Casaana yelling out. By the Force, she really knew how to push people's buttons. The young Padawan just raised his hand to his nose, pinching it between his fingers as he tried to rack his brain for some kind of situation to get out of this.

"...I think their Captain is a coward, like the rest of them. They're scared of a bunch of kids." He waved his hand around the train car, deciding the best thing to do was to insult their bravery and whatnot. "I mean. They should be scared. I could beat anyone of them in a fight, with one hand behind my back." Was he being slightly cocky? Sure. But he was mad. And he believed it himself. His sword only needed one hand to wield anyway. "Or at the very least, knock some common decency into their thick skulls."

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[Persephone Dashiell]

[ The children have a point. There is no rope to tie them up. Might I suggest locking them in a closet? ]

Thirty-Seven was smoothing over the situation. First, it would make the pirate seem as if he had options. Second, it would give the protocol droid a chance to usher the children to safety. Locked away, at least his charge, Miss Persephone, couldn't run her mouth and potentially get shot. He was only cooperating for now knowing as a droid he only had so many options. His first duty was keeping Miss Persephone alive.

[ Or an escape pod. ]

Meanwhile, Persie didn't know where the bravado of her fellow teenage friends was coming from. Cassie was basically demandin' to see the manager. The manager of pirates. Also Cassie wanted to sort out the pirate currently holding the blaster at her, what did that entail, giving pointers? Iko was fired up, ready to fight. Common decency, he said.

Persie was certain pirates didn't have common decency

Keeping her composure, chin tilted up, refusing to be a coward in front of the pirate. Was she scared? Shitless. Yet Persephone had been in situations like this before. The minute the pirate knew she was scared the teenage girl would lose any small piece of credibility. Especially since how hot she came in, askin' for his name.

Which he still ain't gave.

"If I'ma goin' to be a captive, I think we's got the right to know your name."

Ezekiel Dashiell | Iko Vel | Casaana

 

[Ezekiel Dashiell]

The corner of Zeke's eye gave a twitch. He was suddenly reminded why he disliked having younglings brats around. A roll of his eyes and he ignored Casaana , mouthing off silently as he mocked her words. Then he gave a snort at Iko Vel 's attempt at being a brave little poodoo turd. The brunette who was dressed in spectacular clothing from Zeke's discerning gaze let him know that she came from money.

Ahhh, perfect. This means she was ransomable.

"Look you little shits, I've little patience and as you can see, " He gave a subtle motion towards the vendors who were really pirates, already starting to tie and subdue the passengers around.

"A little outnumbered 'ere. Now, you bucket of bolts," he turned towards Thirty-Seven, "I do enjoy one of your plans regarding an escape pod." he ignored Persie's request regarding a name, simply stating, "I'll be the one runnin' this little ensemble so how bout you all get together and start walkin'."

"Go on then, move." his voice turned serious.

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[Casaana]

Things were escalating, and not at all how Casaana would have preferred them to. Now the pirate was angry because Persie was being mean to him and Iko was working him that way too by badmouthing the captain. If they'd just stayed reasonable and let her negotiate, but everyone needed a say. This wouldn't have happened of course if she'd made them part of her crew, then as the clearly defined leader she'd have done all the talking and worked her way up to the pirate captain, maybe get his ship out of it somehow. But they'd clearly ruined that and now she didn't want them on her crew anyways. Shan was off it too, he'd promised to teach her to summon a bird and hadn't. She nodded once to herself. "Okay."

Plucking at the other's sleeves, Casaana pulled them along towards the others getting tied up, using the motion to tap a finger against Iko's wrist. As they passed the empty vendor stalls, she turned back because she'd had an idea. "How about instead of tying us up. we just raid the food stalls? Then we can't talk back because our mouths would be full of fooood?" The last word dragged out as her gaze shifted past the pirate and towards the hall they'd come from, her eyes growing large as she hyper fixated past him. If he turned, she'd try to shove Persie behind the food stands and maybe draw her lightsaber from under her jacket, cut his blaster maybe or just follow and use the mess of an active food service area as a shield? No, definitely cut the blaster and then leap over the counter and into the shelter. Try to get Persie somewhere safe.

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[Iko Vel]

Iko blinked out of his anger as Casaana tapped against his wrist, as the colour started to fade back into reality. The red slowly fading from his vision as he brought himself back to reality. Being dragged off towards the foodstall, Iko was trying to figure out what Casaana was doing right now. He couldn't exactly lash out with his bare hands right now. There were too many other pirates here and with bare hands would get him turned into holey cheese...Mhm...Cheese...Wait no! Now wasn't a time for eating. It was a time for plotting and planning. Still doing his best to stay between Casaana and Persie, to keep them away from the blasters, Iko reached his hand up behind his back towards his guitar case, slowly starting to pull at the zip.

He just needed to pull his sword out of the case and then he could leap into action to help his friends. AS much as Casaana seemed a bit...irresponsible to him, he trusted her to protect Persie. At that thought though, a few flashes of what could go wrong went through his mind. Them getting blasted. Them getting tied up or hurt...And with that distraction, Iko missed the chance to grab his sword as the force-imbued blade landed on the ground with a loud CLAAANG.

"...Wow. How'd...that get there...I was just...trying to get my guitar...to play...some music."

Awkward laughter. A lot of awkward laughter as Iko carefully crouched down to try and grab the blade from the floor.

"Let me...just...get rid of this..."

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[Persephone Dashiell]

Thirty-Seven was ushering them forward, the 'leader' of this pirate gang had a blaster at their backs. Persephone may be bold, but she was smart enough not to mess with a blaster. Knives were one thing. Blasters could be shot in a quick manner, very rapidly, and in different directions. Knives might one had to be up close and personal. Running was also a good option with knives.

Persie, believe it or not, could be patient. She could see what the pirates were going to do then go from there. Maybe they just wanted to hijack the ship and rob them? Then they could go off creditless into the night. Or maybe they were gonna kill everyone aboard. Patience and Persie was confident her opportunity would reveal itself. Thirty-Seven was a good lead to follow, Makky had programmed him well. Actually, Makky said it was My-rah's, so the credit went to her.

Mentally plotting what she was going to do, observing the pirates at the food stalls, she was interrupted by a massive, metallic clang.

It was Iko. And Cassie. The two Jedi Padawans takin' things into their own hands. Critical eye looked them over, wondering how good they were at fightin'. Cause if she had to guess it was about to happen.

"I thought yous all were professionals?"

Teenagers like herself...but...still...

Iko Vel | Casaana | Ezekiel Dashiell

 

[Ezekiel Dashiell]

Casaana Iko Vel Persephone Dashiell

"How about instead of tying us up. we just raid the food stalls? Then we can't talk back because our mouths would be full of fooood?

Casaana might think herself to be witty, and while Zeke was not the brightest Dashiell on the farm, even he could not be hoodwinked by a youngling. He gave a snort at her attempt to draw his attention, this time, the blaster tip swinging over at her direction.

"Nice try, sweetheart, how about you keep your trap shut and keep on movin' 'fore my trigger finger gets a little antsy," he told her, drawing up close to tap her head with the blaster tip.

"Pretty girls who follow orders get to live and eat another day!" he said, quite pleased with himself. At least, until Iko Vel did his terrible attempt at trying to pull his sword. Really, the boy should have considered that this was not your every day hijacking.

And Ezekial was not your everyday happy-go-lucky, nice pirate. It wasn't the Black Flag holoseries.

"Don't move another centimeter." Zeke commanded the boy, "Slide it over to me with your foot, nice and slow." A wide grin came to his face. It was actually a nice blade.

He just might keep it.

"Oi, you, princess," he gave a nod over to Persephone Dashiell to move close to Cassana. "Get closer to her ey, both of you now raise your hands and keep them up and over your head."

 

[Casaana]

Why did Persie get to be the princess? Casaana was dressed every bit as, hey wait- She thought they were professional? No that wasn't what she should be focusing on, he was distracted by Iko's fumble and he wanted the girls closer together! The fog roiled in the back of her head as if alarmed. Hmm right not now, she pulled the other girl closer and started to raise her other hand, now!

As her hand passed the edge of her jacket, she shrugged her shoulder forward and then back, a motion designed to free up the inner pocket of her jacket that her saber was currently resting in. She didn't think anyone else was paying too much attention to them despite the open sight lines of the food court, they all had their own things going on. Her lightsaber came out, and her hand came down as the green blade activated to take a swipe at the pirate's gun. The one he'd been threatening them with at least. Casaana didn't know what the other one was, even ion could kill, but the training masters were adamant that you struck the thing threatening you first.

As she did that, her stance shifted from scared girl to fighter, giving her the leverage to push Persephone towards her already selected escape route past the brightly colored vendor stands where the service people were supposed to work and not be pirates.

"Iko, come on!" She called out as she sprung past the other girl to act as a shield between her and the rest of the room.

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[Iko Vel]

He had a choice. Either run with the girls straight away and risk them getting shot in the back...or keeping Thirty-Seven as a shield whilst risking himself, and Iko knew which one he'd rather go with right now.

"Thirty-Seven! Stay with those two! Defend them with your life!"
Iko yelled at Thirty-Seven, as if his authority even meant anything. He'd catch up in a second but he had to use his sword to deal with the Ion blaster before he could leave. Making up for his little fumble with the sword, Iko slammed his foot down onto it to flip the sword up into the air and back into his hand, before trying to use the Force-imbued blade to slice through the Ion Blaster..

He could have ran here and now, but Iko wanted to try and make some distance between him and Ezekiel, so he held out his hand in an attempt to use the Force to push Ezekiel away from him...but various thoughts flashed through his mind. The blaster being waved both at Persephone and Casaana. The threats the pirate had been throwing at his friend and...maybe a friend. He wasn't sure what Casaana was. Either way, the thoughts caused Iko's anger to build...and build. Until the anger was released in a sudden bolt of lightning, the blue tendrils erupting from his hand, taking the young Lad by surprise himself...Hopefully no-one else saw that.

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[Persephone Dashiell]

Hands had slowly raised, wondering how she was going to get out of this one. Maybe wait to see if they were going to try to board them onto their pirate vessel? If she was going to be transferred over from one ship it would be easier to break ranks and run. Especially if there was a lot of hostages, she would use the crowds to her advantage. Now what were Iko Vel and Casaana planning? She was about to find out much to her chagrin.

There was the heat of a lightsaber from Cassie, making her more than a little concerned. The girl and Iko didn't seem well trained, Iko was barely older than her and she and Cassie were about the same age ; no way a kid was some fighting master at this point.

Yet they were making a distraction. Passengers were murmuring about the Jedi ; a few broke free. It was now total and complete chaos. The other pirates were firing blasters, there was shouting and screaming. Perhaps she could help fight or ....

CLAMP

Metallic fingers firmly grabbed her upper arm and started to drag her. Thirty-Seven was taking no chances.

"Thirty-Seven! Let me help."

[ I'm afraid we can't do that Miss Persephone. We need to get you out of here quickly before you're held for ransom. It won't be difficult for the pirates to figure out who you are. ]

Thirty-Seven was going to leave a bruise but it didn't matter, that could be explained to Mister Dashiell and Mistress Arceneau later. This required self-preservation due to the circumstances.

"Thirty-Seven! Lemme sabotage their ship. Lemme help! If we breaks it we can keep 'em from leavin'".

Of course Sector Authorities would have been hailed by the crew. If Persie could stall the pirates from leaving, maybe they could be hung. Okay, not that extreme, just arrested.

 

[Ezekiel Dashiell]

Ezekiel Dashiell was once again, reminded why he never wanted any younglings and why they were nothing but trouble and a headache. Really, the lot of them should be thrown to the cargo hold to clean and sweep like properly cabin younglings do!

But no-o, instead the first infernal pip-squeak Casaana had to take a blasted light sword - who in the flying fuck gives some kid a plasma sword???! - and she swiped over at Zeke's face. Not really, more like his blaster, but still, the blasted thing came too close for comfort to the charming mug of his he would rather keep blemish free.

As the scoundrel preferred to keep his swarthy mug from apparently sliced in two by his own account, the man took a step back, sacrificing the blaster. Unfortunately, the uhh, slice of the blaster caught the powerpack.

Yeah, there's nothing like having a power cell explode in front of them all, sending Zeke back and sending hot shrapnel out everywhere. By the time Zeke gave a haphazard comical dance trying to avoid the blow out, Iko Vel decided to get a little zapping action in.

The Blue Star pirate swore he could smell the scent of burning hair as electricity went zapping through him. He twitched, he groaned, his poor feather hat was lit on fire --

FIRE!

He took the broad hat out and threw it to the ground. Anger shot through his Dashiell blue eyes, swiveling towards the kid. Ion striker or not, he boy had messed not only with frying his flowing locks, but also his hat!

Needless to say, time to find out how much damage an ion shrieker gives a lad at such a short distance. He shot at Iko, no hesitation at all, just like that.

 

[Casaana]

She turned to push Persie along again and nearly stumbled when she wasn't there. That threw her whole rhythm off and she turned as a blaster shot passed through where she would have been as a small explosion blasted behind her, the cut power pack sending little beads of atomized metals and plastic across her durafiber jacket and raising stinging red marks on the exposed bits of her cheek and neck.

The agitated fog in her mind ignored the pain, instead raising her saber to block another hasty shot and sending the bolt into the ceiling. "Ah! There you are!" She called out catching sight of her new friend as she was dragged off by the droid. Apparently she knew it and was concocting a plan to sabotage the pirates' ship. But if they had one, why hide among the crew of this one? But not having a ship had been the one thing she really needed to bring a crew of her own together, if she could take this one....

Another bolt brought her back to her senses before she could get too distracted, she reflected the follow-up back into the person shooting at her just like in training. Only this time he dropped into a moaning heap instead of flickering green like the targets had. Casaana didn't know how to feel about that, she'd had lessons on the mentality of self-defense but this was the first time she'd hurt someone badly like this. It was easier not to think about it, instead she followed years of training about what to do next. Notably not be surrounded by blaster wielding thugs mixed in with innocents.

Letting the Force flood through her, Casaana sprang into a rolling backflip that had her coming up alongside Persephone again just in time to see the threatening pirate, smoke wafting around him, shoot at Iko. She'd been about to call out to him that they were going to take the pirate's ship, but all that came out was a shill "No!"

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[Iko Vel]

Pain. That was the first thing that went through Iko's mind. Searing pain that surged through his nerves before a sudden numbness set in around his entire lower left section. His leg going limp from underneath him as the Padawan fell backwards, waving his arms in circles to try and keep his balance. Yet it was a fruitless endeavour as he landed straight on his back with a loud thud, letting out a scream of pain as he connected with the cold hard floor.

Focus. Bear with the pain. Keep focus on yourself. Make sure that Persie and Casaana were doing alright. He had totally dealt with worse pain...Wait. He couldn't move his leg...Okay. Maybe he hadn't dealt with worse pain. The wheels in his head were slowly turning, momentarily being held back by the fog of pain that clouded his mind. Ion blasters can stop electrical signals right...so...maybe it's just stopped him from being able to send signals down to his leg to tell him to move. He hoped that was the issue. There was no way he was going to use a cane. Canes weren't cool...Well, they were if they had a sword in them...Wait! Sword.

Iko made sure that he had his sword in his dominant hand, before focusing on the Force. Hopefully this basic physics would work...Using Force push against an object would cause the object to move, but what if the object couldn't move? With that, the young Lad pushed the Force away from him, down at the ground directly in front of him with the hopes of propelling himself backwards from Ezekiel! And it worked!...A bit too well as he was sent cartwheeling through the air, dodging various bolts before shot through the air...whilst also being hit by one or two, hissing in pain as they slid past his shoulder and cheek, before he collapsed in a heap next to the girls and Thirty-Seven.

"Ow...I'm alright...Well...Actually yeah. I'm practically all right, right now."

Might have been a bad time for a joke. But it was true. Considering he couldn't use his left leg, he was practically just all right now.

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[Persephone Dashiell]

Just about to ask Casaana if they should move without Iko Vel , the boy ended up in a heap in front of the two girls. Her eyes went wide, looking at his mangled leg. This wasn't good. They had to get him to medical help, despite her overwhelming need to confront Ezekiel Dashiell and give him a piece of her mind with all her white-hot rage. Who the hell did he think we was anyways?!

Yet she had bigger issues than just tryin' to release some of her rage on a two-bit pirate.

"Thirty-Seven, pick up Iko. We gotta get him help. I promise I won't run off."

Metallic droid leaned over and picked Iko as if he weighed nothing. Programming was assessing the leg. The boy wouldn't die, but there was also a need for immediate medical assistance.

[ I can provide basic medical services. However, we need to leave. This is beyond the scope of my programming. ]

This being the medical issue and boarding of the public transport. A highly advanced protocol droid, he was in constant contact with both the systems of Arceneau Trade and Salacia Consolidated. The protocol droid was privy to the most intimate details of both companies ; earnings, projects, and most importantly right now, vessel movements. Arceneau Trade was nearby due to their presence on this Trade Route. Using the DarkNet, he had informed them to bring security in order to get himself and the three children off the vessel.

[ Arceneau Trade will be picking us up shortly. We need to move to the docking bays below decks. Miss Persephone, Miss Casaana please evacuate in front of me. Mister Iko and I will be following. ]