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"Haste makes waste."
"Haste makes waste."
Blaster fire erupted behind Damon Kross forcing the ex-pirate turned businessman to flinch involuntarily as he struggled for control of the helm to the sun yacht he was currently trying to protect. The flinch was just enough put the formidable human off balance allowing his opponent to land a solid elbow just below Kross' left eye. The attacker was a sturdy Trandoshan named Geoff. Geoff is the leader of a nefarious bandit crew who are currently attempting to steal a very valuable artifact that was discovered a week earlier. The only thing standing in their way was a posh pretty boy playing hero. The pretty boy of course was Damon.
Kross dropped to his right knee under the impact of the lizards blow. A grunt escaped his gritted teeth. Before the Trandoshan could land another hit Damon drove forward entangling the lizards legs and forcing him to the ground. In an instant, Kross had wrapped up the bandit leaders legs and was shimmying up his captive. Geoff attempted to free himself from the human's grasp, but his efforts were fruitless. Damon wrapped his legs around the Trandoshan's abdomen and squeezed with all his might. The lizard groaned as the air was forced from his lungs. Damon put the lizard into a head lock, cutting off Geoff's windpipe and applied pressure. Any noise the bandit leader wanted to make was impossible. The world began to tunnel. Darkness edged into his vision until his sight faded out.
Feeling his opponent got limp, Kross, held the choke a few more seconds and then released it. He pulled pushed the beast off of him and pulled his Mercy stun-gun from his back holster. Damon took aim and fired three shots back to back into the transohan. "Night, night, shab-head." Kross murmured as he brushed himself off and walked toward the helm. He lifted his wrist-comm to his mouth and hailed Lenix. "Hey kid, there's still a lot of smoke pouring out of the starboard vent-shafts. Everything alright?" he took the helm and righted the ships course while he waited for Lenix's response.
Another blaster shot slammed into the wooden paneling a meter from his right foot. The wood splintered and shot outward like shrapnel. A jagged shard embedded itself deeply into Kross' right calf. "SON OF A B-" the sound of the left stabilizer wing skidding across the ground cut him off. He looked back in the direction of the blaster shot. Two of the locally hired security crew were pinned down by one of the bandits. Damon sighed and muttered to himself, "This is the last time I hire locals..." the rest of his tirade was caught on the wind, as he righted the ships course again. Pulling his stun gun from it's holster Damon set the auto-pilot and spun on last remaining bandit.
Teeth gritted and a slight limp in his step Kross opened fire. The stun bolts flew from his weapon with reckless abandon splattering all around his intended target. The bandit panicked and stood to return fire. He never saw the blaster bolt hit him. The bandit dropped head wound still smoking. The security guys gave Damon a thumbs up, Kross returned the gesture with a single digit in the middle of his hand and a scowl. He turned his back on the two hired hands and hailed Lenix again, "If you're dead I'm going to be pissed. Lenix, get back to me or I'm coming down. Copy?" Returning to the helm, Damon gritted his teeth in pain and worry as he waited to hear back from his mechanic. "If she's dead, I'll kill'er." he said through clinched teeth. "She's got five minutes..." he grumbled as he took control of the ship.
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"Hey kid, there's still a lot of smoke pouring out of the starboard vent-shafts. Everything alright?"
"Argh, shut up you freaking idiot!" Lenix yelled as she worked feverishly to stop the engine fire. She was almost out of extinguisher fluid and the sporadic shifts in the ship had slowed her down considerably. She mimicked Damon's message as she loosened then tightened various bolts allowing the system to purge. Bracing herself on the thin walkway's railing she made her way back to the main console, praying to any deity that would listen that there was some progress. Just before she got there the ship lurched to the left and weightlessness followed.
Lenix was thrown hard to the left and slammed her head on the same railing that she'd been holding onto for dear life. Her vision tunneled hard and stars burst forth across her vision. She could hear the terribly high-pitched screech of durasteel scraping against the hard packed sand. It took a second for her to regain her senses. Her head hurt really bad and she could feel something hot and wet leaking just above her left eye. He lifted her hand to check the wound. When she pulled her hand back it looked at it and immediately felt uneasy. Crimson blood coated her hand. Lenix felt dizzy and forced herself to look away from the gore on her hand. She wiped her hand on her pants and forced herself up. Her head really hurt, but she pushed through and made it to the terminal.
Lenix breathed a sigh of relief. The alerts were starting to subside and correct themselves. Her hands flitted across the console effortlessly as she entered various commands. The internal recovery systems were beginning to hold. In a few minutes the ship would fix itself. She leaned back on the railing and sighed, "That was close..." As she relaxed her wrist-comm buzzed and chortled. "What do you want now? she grumbled.
"If you're dead I'm going to be pissed. Lenix, get back to me or I'm coming down. Copy?"
Lenix rolled her eyes and replied, "Everything's good down here. Maybe work on your piloting..." she chuckled as she headed back up to the deck. As she reached the main level of the ship she cocked an eyebrow at the carnage. Looking to the local hires she chuckled and said, "Looks like you're earning your keep today." They chuckled and shrugged shyly. Even with blood smeared across her face Lenix was attractive and she knew it. She turned her gaze on the ships current captain and made her way to his side.
"The ship'll make it to the rendezvous point." Damon nodded without taking his eyes from the horizon. His right hand was on the helm and his left was holding his datapad. Curious Lenix asked, "What, not enough excitement for the infamous pirate, Damon Kross?" Her tone was flippant as usual. Damon chuckled and said, "No, I'm firing the help. They can't hack it. We need professionals. He handed her the datapad. It was open to a confirmation screen. Damon had hired six freelancers and they were schedule to meet at the rendezvous point in three days.
Lenix frowned at the data pad. Then looked to Damon. His expression was hard. It was clear the gears in his mind were turning. Lenix wanted him to let her in. To share his burden, but he'd never let that happen. She'd learned very early in their friendship that if Damon set his mind to something he'd never relent. Instead she said, "You think we'll need them? Damon was silent for a moment. Just as she assumed he wasn't going to answer he said, "Yeah. Too many people know about this payday." His words unsettled her. Unconsciously, Lenix gripped the stock of her blaster and stared out over the sand undulating sand dunes. She just hoped the freelancers that were sent were worth a damn.
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