Bang Bang, All Over You

[Beta12]

Starships hummed and zipped overhead as Dyson finished splicing the last few wires sticking out of his small junk hauler, The Lux. Named after a club of the same name, owned by his grandparents, Dyson had always been rather fond of the dull, brown, and bulky craft. The 578-R Space Transport was a sight for sore eyes, considering the massive recalls that brought most of them to the scrap yard. Unlike many ships, his transport was indeed so dull and uninspiring that just about anyone could graft new pieces of ship to the thing and make it far superior to the original model. That fact was what allowed him to finish the installation of a brand new laser canon at the front of the ship. "You're garbage, but you're all mine." The Zeltron murmured as he secured a small metal piece of plating over the port he had been fiddling with.

The spaceport itself, despite the traffic above, was underpopulated at best. A few smugglers lurked about in the alleys further away from the pads, but besides that, a small starship had been sitting directly across from Dyson's for some time. He thought he had caught a whiff of something... familiar... like another Zeltron, but before his eyes could track the source the familiar scent had vanished. If the pilot of the ship was anywhere to be seen, he hadn't seen them.

"There we go. All do-" As soon as the Zeltron slapped the metal casing of the canon below him, he had realized his mistake. He had kept the thing primed when he had meant to switch it off. Though he had never been a skilled mechanic, Dyson was just smart enough to throw himself backwards before the thing went off.

ZIP

The laser bolt hissed and popped as it flew out from the canon, so forcefully that Dyson could feel the ends of his bangs singing. "Oh god, not the hair!" Cried the young man as the starship directly across from his erupted first into flame, before completely exploding. The force of the explosion was enough to send Dyson, from his sitting position on the top of his starship, over the side and onto the metal walkway below. The drop was long, and the landing not to soft. His ears were ringing, and on top of that he was pretty sure he had gotten into some deep shit.

"Oh... Kriff." Dyson's jaw dropped as he weakly turned his head to face the wrecked starship. What was likely thousands of credits now teetered on the edge of a landing pad, guttering out flame as the first port-workers managed to reach the site of the explosion. "Oh... kriff!" In moments the Zeltron had gone from dazed and confused, to wild eyed and shaky. After quickly pulling himself up, the young man glanced from side to side. No one had approached him so far. A small, long whistle escaped Dyson's lips as he pivoted toward the direction of his ships bay door. Just act casual. Was the thought playing through his head, over and over, as he attempted to nonchalantly limp toward his vessel to make his escape.

 

[los_pollos_hermanos]

She had been following him for almost two weeks now, and so far she did not see why she had been hired to keep an eye on him, but Ali did not really care, the money was good and if all she had to do was follow him from bar to bar then she was fine with that. It had been two weeks of drinking and partying, neither things she would get bored of, but at the same time she was getting bored of constantly trying to avoid her fellow Zeltron. Ali was surprised he had not spotted her, but he also probably thought she was just another patron, or random person on the street.

Today Dyson was working on his ship, something Ali was thankful for because her own ship needed work as well. Celina was a very old ship, compared to everything else at the dock she was also tiny, but for Ali she was perfect. The ship was a source of pride, years of work and saving went into Ali finally obtaining the ship. The small craft was also her way of finally escaping from the slums of Zeltros, another blessing.

"Now you know I had to go to several junk yards to even find this piece, most of this ships are now that...junk."

Ali's grey eyes flicked up to the human, he looked down at her with a frown on his face, "That means I am allowed to charge you more.." he added, Ali forced herself to not grimace as the rank smell of his breath reached her nose, usually she would get mad when someone refered to her ship as junk, only she was allowed to call it anything but its name. She sighed and looked out of the alleyway where she and the merchant stood, from here she could still see Dyson where he worked on his ship, "I was hoping because it was a junk part...you might actually lower the price..." she said looking back to the human and giving him a smile. She felt his annoyance, it was clearly mixed in with the anger he had been suppressing, but as she looked at him he did not get mad at all, instead he smiled and nodded, "Its been a while since any of my customers have been so pretty..I will see what I can do about that price." she did not react to his flattery, if anything she was used to it. Especially from humans who were so easily swayed sometimes.

"Thank you, I appreciate you being so will-"

The explosion shook the ground underneath their feet and there came numerous shouts mixed in with a few screams, Ali once again looked out of the alleyway and noticed a cloud of smoke now coming from where her ship had once sat. She started running, and soon realized that it was her ship that was now smoldering. Her home...everything she owned...now sat burning in a twisted metal heap. A port worker pushed past her as he tried to go and put the fire out, Ali caught of familiar wiff of a scent she knew well, turning around she looked thru the crowd and saw Dyson moving away from the commotion. It stuck out that while everyone on the dock was rushing to look at her ship..he was the only one moving away..and limping at that. "You bastard..." she muttered as she started pushing thru the crowd towards Dyson, she manged to reach him as he was nearing the cargo ramp of his own ship. "You son of a bitch!" Ali yelled as she got closer, taking a leap she wrapped her arms around him and tackled him to the ground, "You think you can blow up MY ship and just walk away?!" Ali asked.

 

[Tin-Solaire of Astora]

Gil walked as casually as a seven foot tall shark-humanoid could, calmly casting his gaze across the darkness of the walkway he was on. He was currently on one of the lower levels of coruscant, the bustling over world being a bit to prying for the nature of Gil's...work. He was wearing his usual vest as well as his pants and boots, the heals of which made slight scuffing noises on the metal as Gil's hunched form made his way. He had met a contact from his old biker days who was currently laying low, both of them not wanting to attract the attention of the Shade Fin had decided that they could benefit from discreetly working together.

As Gil was about to round a corner he felt a ping of metal on his shoulder as a tiny coin bounced off of him. It was his contact Glim, a slimy Rhodian who glided more than walked, every thing about the alien oozed 'shady'.

"Took you long enough, Gil." The rodin said, snuffing a small roll of something. It took Gil only a moment recognized the smell of it as Marcan herb, the strong plant favored by the Hutt cartel. He flashed a smirk at the comment, he was exactly on time.

"Shaking any rangers isn't easy, chum. Don't wanna bring heat on me." Gil's robotic voice was turned down as to not draw attention, even if this area was pretty empty Gil wasn't an idiot and wasn't about to be sent to any sort of prison. He would still be cautious no matter the circumstance, this business already took a lot of risk.

"Enough of the chit chat, Glim, I need my package." The rodian gave off what passed for a smile as he unslung a backpack and set it on the ground, resting one foot on it.

"I've got it, do you have my creds?" The smaller humanoid asked, crossing his arms and looking behind Gil for any sort of trouble. That was Glim's second mistake, his first was trusting Gil to want to pay for anything he didn't have too.

"Yeah I've got 'em." Gil said, his arm sliding behind his back to under his vest. Glim's final mistake was not keeping his hand on his blaster. There was a quick second of jerking motion as Gil pulled his blaster from the holster in his waist band. Glim recognized the motion but much to slowly, his own suction cupped fingers fumbling for the latch on his holster, just another mistake in the long list of them. Gil's short barrel cleared his pants and was pointed in the 'general' direction of the alien. It took a small squeeze of the fat trigger to cause an almost blinding eruption of plasma from the small barrel, Gil's large arm managed to compensate most of the weapon's onslaught although not with ease.

The barrage of lasers lasted barely a second before the weapon gave a chirp, signaling that it's pack was completely depleted, and leaving it's barrel smoking and red hot. Gil winced as the front of his knuckles steamed, the moisture having been sucked out of them and singeing them slightly. He dipped the barrel in the accumulated pool of mystery fluid that had dripped down from the upper levels, causing it to hiss. With the barrel sated he slapped a new power pack into it and holstered his 'pet' once more, with more pressing matters at hand.

Gil leaned down and scooped the pack up, opening it and examining the packaged contents. Packs of Luna weed, vials of Gunjack, two small cases of medical adrenal, and a tightly packed brick of Marcan herb, a galactic felony packed into one bag just how Gil liked it. With the contents of the pack satisfying Gil he then began the course of looting the dead alien, going through all of it's pockets and taking it's cred stick and personal drugs, as well as holstering a small holdout pistol in his boot. Along with that he found a half assed fake ranger holo-badge, something he might find a use for. He took the personal com-link out and smashed it under his boot before lifting the still smoking corpse and tossing it over the edge of the railing, the sounds of the underworld drowned out any noise the body may have made on contact.

It was clean, just how Gil wanted it, and now he had the means to make a big score bigger. He booked it out of his little corner and made his way to the port near by, hitting up a few of the junkies he knew or saw on the way, drugs for cred's. Finally he found himself starring at the dingy port, people bustling about. This was the kind of place some one could take a vibro' to the back and most people would just step over his corpse. Gil liked this kind of place, hiding in plain sight. Karkaradon's like him didn't have to worry about being picked out of a crowd, alien's from all over slummed it here.

Gil had just slipped a small bag of gunjack to a beefy looking zabrack when an explosion caught his attention, as well as just about every one in the port's.

'Kriff.' Was all Gil could think as he realized something like this would attract attention, which meant rangers. He needed to book it fast, but what was the fastest way to get out of here? He scanned the port for a small scif he could swipe, but his eye's instead locked onto a zeltron couple fighting over something. Domestic disputes didn't have good timing, so Gil wasn't surprised the female was more focused on bitching out the male even with a possible attack going on.

Gil moved with purpose through the crowd, slipping the badge from his vest pocket to his left hand. He got within yelling distance of the two zeltrons and raised his 'badge' up.

"Excuse me" his robotic voice boomed suddenly, his volume cranked up "Ranger, need to commandeer your vehicle!" The large karkaradon didn't slow his walk, Gil knew that walking with intent and making demands did wonders, but mostly from experience robbing convenience stores. Even if he did walk with gusto he made sure to keep his head on a swivel for actual rangers, they didn't take kindly to drug dealing impostors.

"I know who committed this attack, I'll need the ship." Gil again said, keeping his volume high as he approached the ramp. Once the badge was within eyesight he tucked it back into his vest and instead rested his hand at his side, ready to snap down and pull his blaster up. He needed these zeltrons to just not cause problems.

 

[Beta12]

Fire Worms dwelt in molten lava pools on Eol Sha, and much like a fire worm, the scorn of a female zeltron left his emotions stinging, and his senses tingling. "Oh sh-" The smuggler's world turned upside down as the woman rammed into him moments later. Considering he would ave enjoyed the encounter in a different scenario, the young Zelron simply stared up, bleary eyed, toward the insane Zeltronatrix as she berated him. Dark grey eyes and purple hair did nothing but distract him as she screamed down at him. Dyson wasn't the kind of guy to go falling for those assaulting him, but if he weren't about to get mugged for all of his credits he probably could have gotten lost in those dull beaten coins.

"You son of a bitch! You think you can blow up MY ship and just walk away?!"

"Oh man, that was your ship?" Dyson let his cheek rest on the hot metal of the pad as he surveyed the burning wreckage once more. His mismatched violet eyes flickered in the firelight as they shot back toward the woman on top of him. "Sorry." Dyson offered simply, with all the shrug one pinned to the ground could muster. "Guess I must have fiddled with the wrong wires." His voice was about as distant and uneven as his gaze was. There was no way he had enough credits to pay for that mess, and with the owner of the wreck already straddling him, he was sure that nothing short of seduction would win the day. However, the fact that his opponent was a Zeltron meant that his own advantage was about as useful as her spacecraft. "Look. I mean. Can I give you... like a ride somewhere or something?"

"Excuse me. Ranger, need to commandeer your vehicle! I know who committed this attack, I'll need the ship."

The large lumbering shark man, that spoke in an accent that could only be described as robotic, made his way toward the two on their semi-isolated landing platform. Though the thing offered itself as a Ranger, the claim itself left Dyson puzzled. They had more or less lost autonomy in the greater republic, something that had happened perhaps recently, perhaps not. He didn't care as long as missing cops stayed missing. "Yo. Whoa, I don't think so!" Dyson called out, now struggling underneath the woman as he tried to unpin himself. "Ranger? Yeah kriffing right! Back off shark man, I don't have any Slick!" The seaweed based drug was hard to come by in his business, near the core, and he wasn't about to be mugged a second time in one day for it either.

 

[los_pollos_hermanos]

Was that her ship? Why else would someone be sitting on top of him resisting the urge to bust his nose? He destroyed her home, everything but the clothes on her back and all he had to say was sorry?! Ali looked down at her fellow Zeltron, he could act sincere all he wanted but she could tell from what she was sensing that it wasn't all true. "Look. I mean. Can I give you... like a ride somewhere or something?" yes, a ride would fix all her problems. He could take her to some space station, drop her off and Ali could live till she found work on another ship, where she'd stay still she once again saved enough credits to get a possibly even crappier ship so she could start her own work again. Ali grabbed his shirt with one hand and raised her other fist, ready to bust his nose in. "That ship was my home, and you just-" she was cut off by a very tall shark human thing walking up.

"Excuse me. Ranger, need to commandeer your vehicle! I know who committed this attack, I'll need the ship."

Ali's violet eyes moved from Dyson to where Gil stood, of course a Ranger would decide to walk up right then and interrupt her in her quest of seeking amends for her now destroyed ship. Why the hell did the shark need the ship if Dyson had been the one who started it all, and it hadn't really been an attack, just a dumb-ass messing with stuff he did not know about. "Yo. Whoa, I don't think so!" Dyson tried getting out from under her, Ali just shifted her weight and pressed down harder on him, "Ranger? Yeah kriffing right! Back off shark man, I don't have any Slick!"

"You shut up." she told Dyson with a glare before looking to Gil, "You have no idea what is going on, there was no attack, this jackass just accidentally blew up my ship and once I am done figuring out how he's going to pay for it you can rob him or whatever you want to do." right now she did not care if someone killed Dyson, if anything his mother would probably end up being happy and give Ali some more credits because there was one less headache in the universe.

 

[Tin-Solaire of Astora]

Gil watched with a combination of bemusement and worry, the first from just how odd these two were, and how this tiny pink thing was trying to act tough. However, bemusement was quickly being replaced by annoyance because he didn't have time to deal with petty squabbles he needed to book it out of here. The two didn't seem to be buying it, although neither of them were stopping Gil, per-say which helped him get closer to the ship. Once he was within spitting distance the kid started mouthing off to him.

"Ranger? Yeah kriffing right! Back off shark man, I don't have any Slick!"
That caught Gil off guard, did the pinky just reference slick? That was for junkies!

"Hey!" Gil suddenly barked "That is racist! I-" But before he could finish his thought the feisty female butted in.

"You have no idea what is going on, there was no attack, this jackass just accidentally blew up my ship and once I am done figuring out how he's going to pay for it you can rob him or whatever you want to do." That caused Gil's mouth to open and close few times, taken aback at being brushed off so casually. This woman did realize his arm was the size of her chest cavity, right? Either way it was the last straw as the sharks face set into a hard resolve and his smirk was gone.

"Nope. I'm done." Was all his small robotic voice said as his arm snapped up his blaster. "This is an arc-11 and in case you don't know it can discharge an entire mid range power pack within a full second, which is enough laser to vaporize both of you. So I don't give a kriff what the pink one did, or what you two are doing, or what ship was kriffed! So you and the Z.M.I.L.F get on the KRIFFIN ship or i will kill you both and fly it my damn self." It was a non stop stream of rage that even through robotic speech came across as tired of wasting time.

As Gil's rant came to an end some one from the crowd shouted "Sec force! Split!" as a group of rent-a-cops started making their way through the crowd. They had some shabby blasters and a couple of blades, maybe a thermal det' between them, but even then they'd be a hassle. At the offering of another disturbance the large shark man's right eye began to involuntarily twitch, the barrel of his blaster still trained on the two.

 

[Beta12]

"You have no idea what is going on, there was no attack, this jackass just accidentally blew up my ship and once I am done figuring out how he's going to pay for it you can rob him or whatever you want to do."

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa! Baby, I'm a flyboy. I can seriously get you wherever you need to go. But you need to get the hell off of me!" With that the Zeltron bucked up, before twisting underneath the girl in an attempt to unbalance her. That shark man was getting close, and it looked like it could be packing some serious heat. The girl on top of him sure had bigger balls than he did. Fighting was not his style, especially when that meant a fight with a 7-foot death machine. Dyson's strained and possibly injured leg kept him from shaking the girl off fully. Before he could even whine in protest the shark man had already drawn on them. The laser was big, and even if Dyson had his on him he would have been dead before he reached it. There were two rules to stay alive as a smuggler, as far as he was concerned, the person who draws last dies first, and the person with the gun makes the rules.

"Nope. I'm done. This is an arc-11 and in case you don't know it can discharge an entire mid range power pack within a full second, which is enough laser to vaporize both of you. So I don't give a kriff what the pink one did, or what you two are doing, or what ship was kriffed! So you and the Z.M.I.L.F get on the KRIFFIN ship or i will kill you both and fly it my damn self."

"Ha!" Dyson burst out laughing before he could even register the severity of the threat. "Zmilf? Nice." The Zeltron's violet gaze drifted back toward the woman on top of him. "You know, you didn't have to blow up your ship to get my attention if that is what you are looking for." His breathing was a bit more calm as he fully drank in the Zeltron above him. Purple hair like his, he wondered for a brief moment where the woman had gotten her hair dye. It was a lot more rich than his. "Now listen, I don't think sharky is foo-"

"Sec force! Split!"

The general alarm had been raised before Dyson could even finish speaking. When sec came out at a port they often came out in force. Pilots causing trouble was one thing, but with the string of Sith attacks in the Inner Rim, tensions were running higher than ever. In fact, a flaming wreck of a ship on a platform in the heart of Coruscant probably didn't look to good. Dyson's eyebrows slowly began to rise as men with guns pushed their way through the crowd. If he didn't move fast, he would either be locked up in a cell or acquainted with several new holes in his body. "Alright Zmilf. Off you go!" With renewed effort the Zeltron once more began to buck and kick, his struggling becoming more erratic as he sought to throw the woman off of him. "Yo, toothy! If you get this crazy Zel off of me we can get moving!"

 

[los_pollos_hermanos]

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa! Baby, I'm a flyboy. I can seriously get you wherever you need to go. But you need to get the hell off of me!" Ali roughly dug her knee into Dysons side as he tried to throw her off, he was nervous as she looked up again Ali quickly saw why. Shark man now had his gun out, great another thing to deal with. First her ship, now a "....So you and the Z.M.I.L.F get on the KRIFFIN ship or i will kill you both and fly it my damn self."

For a moment a puzzled looked crossed her face as she realized that he had called her a Z.M.I.L.F, usually she would be flattered somewhat...she was used to hearing compliments from people, it came with the species. Then the jackass started laughing, "Zmilf? Nice.", they had a very large shark aiming a blaster at them and he thought it was a good time to start laughing. "You know, you didn't have to blow up your ship to get my attention if that is what you are looking for." Ali raised her fist again, ready to actually hit him in the face this time.

"Sec force! Split!"

"Alright Zmilf. Off you go!"

"Don't call me that." she replied, not moving from where she sat on Dyson, Sec force would want to know who the now smoldering ship belonged to and to why it had exploded in the first place, that also would mean the possibility of Dyson being arrested and that would mean Ali would not have done her job correctly in making sure he kept out of trouble. Dyson kept wiggling, trying to get her off of him, Ali placed her hands on his shoulders and forced Dyson back down, "And stop moving for gods sake and listen. We are going to leave on your ship and once everything is settled and Sharkey hasn't tossed us out an airlock, we are going to discuss how you are going to fix the fact that you blew up my ship."

 

[Tin-Solaire of Astora]

Gil had stopped listening to the squabbling aliens and instead had started listening for the type of sec force he was about to have to deal with. There were three kinds of security forces in this world. The ones that were professional, the ones that weren't, and the ones that thought they were. He prayed that the last was the one they were dealing with, because the other two brought problems he didn't want to deal with.

"Sir." not a bad start "Drop your weapon and place both hands on the back of your head." Kriff...if they were hired thugs he'd have been shot...this was an ex-cop crew. Gil didn't do much at first, instead his eyes seemed to glaze over as he stared off into the distance. His mind was racing as memories of years of being searched, interrogated, shook down, and shot at all flashed in front of his eyes. "Sir, please comply." Suddenly Gil was shaking, and to the onlooker it may have seemed like fear. This rage wasn't a new feeling to Gil and he knew how to play off it, considering that as his survival instinct.

"I. Hate. Cops." was all Gil's choked raspy voice said, his rage making him forget to use the robotic. "Move." he said, quietly as he slowly started to crouch, seemingly to drop his gun. "MOVE PINKY!" his robotic voice suddenly roared as he grabbed the female by the scruff of her clothes. Gil spun on his heal, bringing the small female up to his chest and blocking the front of his mouth as a living shield.

"Eat plasma pigs!" he screamed as he bought his blaster to bare. He unloaded the power pack into them, the eruption of fire and heat washing over both the karkaradon and his meat shield. He knew the weakness of professional sec, they hated being messy, and civilian casualties were messy. As Gil fired he backed up the ramp, whether the zeltron sissy had moved or not.

 

[Beta12]

Dyson's intense, violet gaze shot daggers up toward the woman who continued to keep him pinned to the ground. The heels of her hands bit into his shoulders, and crinkled his leather jacket in a way the Zeltron knew would piss him off later, when he had to iron the thing back out in his room. "No. You need to listen to me. " Began the pink man, in the most indignant tone he could possibly muster. It was the voice he used on his mother, when he had always argued with her. In a way, a crazy Zeltron woman welding him to the dirt felt rather similar to what he had endured most of his life. The girl was hot, that was for sure, but nowhere near hot enough to die for.

Before he could counter the woman's plan with his own, the cops began to shout toward their small group. Shouting is better than shooting at least.. The Zeltron thought, dully, as the stand-off with the unstable 7 foot shark man commenced. He expected it to end shortly. First the sharkman would charge the cops, likely high off his rocker on slik. After he was reduced to slag, Alli and Dyson would be carted off for questioning. A few minutes after that they would probably find the 20 ton haul of Andris he had stashed away in his cargo bay. "Kriiiiifffff...." Dyson brought a free hand up to his face and and grabbed at the right side of his neck. A knot had formed there from his tussle with the woman straddling him still.

What happened next came out of left field. However, Dyson couldn't help but smile as his would-be lecturer was yanked off of his body. In moments she had turned from his captor to into a sexy suit of armor for the insane shark. Life worked in funny ways like that, yet the Zeltron didn't spend too much time dwelling on that fact as the large fish unloaded his blaster into the police and the evacuating crowd. "Sure, man." Dyson called out as he scrambled to his feet. His fellow Zeltron was already being carted into the ship, and the smuggler was close behind.

Once the three had fully hiked their way up the loading bay, Dyson slapped his hand down on the door-controls. The bay door itself grinded as it slowly released the ship from the outside world. "That thing takes a while sometimes. Make sure they don't toss anything in while I start shit up." With that the Zeltron turned to dash toward the bridge. He did know how to fly this thing after all, and he was sure the coppers weren't just going to stop at the door.

 

[los_pollos_hermanos]

Why would she listen to him, far as she was concerned Dyson was in no place to be telling her what to do. He had been the one to blow up her ship. Then there was the tone of voice he was using, he sounded offended that she was not doing what he wanted, typical of a brat. Then the cops took interest in them, mostly the sharkzilla who had his gun out, they did not really seem to care about what Ali and Dyson were doing. "Sir...Drop your weapon and place both hands on the back of your head." Cops did not make her nervous, usually they were easy to fool, you do what they say, maybe drop a flirtatious comment here and there and then up the pheromones, and you could (sometimes) get away with anything. But Sharkzilla did not feel the same way, his once rather calm emotions now radiated from him in a way that made her cringe, he was upset.

"I. Hate. Cops." Sharkzilla crouched down, "Move." was she talking to the cops or to them? She did not get the chance to ask, before she knew it she was roughly lifted off of Dyson and carried several feet up into the air, "MOVE PINKY!" Gil yelled. Ali's eyes went wide as she saw the weapons of the cops aimed at her,

"Eat plasma pigs!"

"Wait DON'T-!" she screamed but it was to late, Gill had already opened fire, even though it would probably do no good, Ali brought her arms up to try and protect herself from any gunfire that would be returned from the cops. Thankfully none came. Still holding Ali, Gil started up the cargo ramp, "Will you put me down!" she yelled, kicking back at her captor, her booted foot connected with a wall of muscle that felt like she was kicking a brick wall. She kept kicking, trying her best to get Gil to let go of her before the slow as hell loading bay door closed so she might get off the ship so the cops don't go assuming she is with the crazies, the last thing she needed was someone labeling her a fugitive.

 

[Tin-Solaire of Astora]

Gil slid up the ramp quickly, sweeping his barrel over the cops as if to threaten them even though his blaster was dry. Soon enough they were aboard the shoddy ship with the door shutting, allowing Gil a small amount of ease at the better chances of survival. Gil felt a thump against his body as the female started kicking, it actually raised his mood a bit.

"Woah, easy there." he said, his face splitting into a toothy grin. She was feisty, he liked that, and she was pretty hot "There will be plenty of time for physical stuff after we shake the cops, sweet meat." With that out of the way Gil's attention was drawn to the shabby interior of the ship, he was obviously in the cargo bay, but the poor painted walls weren't what was getting his attention.

"Holy kriff." the shark man said as he dropped the female to the ground and planting a boot between her shoulder blades. There was a large collection of neatly packed bricks stacked in the cargo hold, and Gil knew far to well what they were. He scooped a brick up and slipped the knife from his belt stabbing it into the heart of the brick. He whetted his pinky in his mouth then scooped a small bit onto it, letting his large flat tongue roll over it and absorb the flavor. His face immediately perked up as his mind made the connection. "Andris...hehehehe..."

Gil brought a large pile of it up on his blade and snorted it, feeling the synapses in his brain explode. His heart started racing and his eye's became fully dilated as his world became much more vivid. He felt like his hands were vibrating as his whole being struggled to keep up with the drug.

"OH KRIFF YEAH!" he roared as it finally sunk in and he realized his surroundings. He was still in a dangerous situation, but hot damn was he much more willing to face it. "Stay here, don't kriff anything up while daddy handles our exit." the shark-humanoid said as he passed the woman and made his way up the stairs.

 

[Beta12]

It took Dyson an uncomfortable amount of seconds to bound across the cargo bay that made up a large portion of his ship. The place had been vaulted, giving it more room in the ceiling, allowing the young man to carry much more cargo than he had originally been able to. Thankfully, that had spared him more than enough space to clear a walkway through the middle of the hold. His foot steps rang a bit differently on the stairs as he mounted them. Taking the steps two at a time brought him to the bridge within moments. The red, beeping and ringing alarms stood in stark contrast against the otherwise dimly lit compartment. The cops outside had likely opened fire on the vessel, but small arms fire and tiny explosives couldn't do that much damage to his shuttle.

"Come on baby." Dyson muttered after having seated himself in the pilot's chair. A couple flipped switches brought the ship shuttering to life. The Zeltron yanked back on the throttle soon after, tugging the ship off of the panel with a groan and a lurch. Unsecured items in the ship would be rolling around as Dyson brought the bulky shuttle into an awkward turn, lining the shuttle with one of the few tower exits before gunning the throttle. With a surprising speed the ship shot forward quickly leaving the blaster fire behind. Though they were momentarily in the clear, Dyson's head began to buzz through all the places they could go to remain undetected. The proletariat was first on that list, but it would take time to get to the lower levels.

As Dyson stared out the viewscreen, the heavy foot steps of a Karkaradon brought him back to his current situation. "Oh..." The Zeltron glanced around the area quickly. If he had left his blaster anywhere on the ship, it was likely in his room. A small curse left the man's lips as the Shark man officially made his appearance. "Welcome aboard, Captain." Dyson offered with a stiff grin, moving his hands in front of him, palms facing outward, to resume his role as a hostage.

 

[los_pollos_hermanos]

Ali did not return his smile, this was one of the rare times she was not amused by someone talking about getting physical with her, "We won't be doing anything." she replied back, swinging her right arm back she tried to grab his massive hand to try once again to get him to let her go. "Holy kriff." for a brief second she stopped fighting him and noticed the piles of neatly wrapped packages that filled the cargo hold. Unlike Gil, Ali did not know what she was looking at.

Now distracted by something else, Ali was dropped to the ground, as she landed on her side she hoped her arms would not end up with bruises, she could handle a sore shoulder but bruises where another thing. It was bad enough her left arm was scarred already. She quickly rolled to her stomach, her hands under her ready to push herself to her feet but Gil decided otherwise and planted his massive boot in the middle of her back thus forcing her to the deck again, last thing she wanted was a boot print in the back of her shirt.

"Andris...hehehehe..."

Ali lifted her head up and looked at the bricks, "Andris...isn't that a drug?" she asked, her question fell of deaf ears, the shark was to busy enjoying whatever Dyson was carrying. "OH KRIFF YEAH!" she could not help but wince as the sound of the yelling. The deck started vibrating beneath her, letting her know that the ship was leaving the planet. "Stay here, don't kriff anything up while daddy handles our exit." the boot left her back and she watched as Gil headed out of the cargo hold. Once he was out of sight she pushed herself to her feet, looking around she saw just how many bricks worth of drugs Dyson was carrying on his ship, it was enough to get you sent to jail for a good while. If they were screwed if they were caught with it all.

Having no where else to go, Ali followed Gil, as she passed what looked like an old style junk receptacle her eyes were drawn to a decent size length, of piping that had not made it into the receptacle it was about the length of her forearm but not as thick. If anything it would be useful, sharkey might be bigger than her but even the big ones could fall if you hit them in the right spot. New (half ass attempt at a) weapon in hand, Ali kept on moving till the found the stairs to the bridge.

She reached the top of the stairs just in time to hear Dyson welcome Gil...as the new captain of the ship. "You realize he." she pointed to Gil with the pipe she held, "Is now kidnapping us, after murder several Sec forces in case you didn't see all that happen, in a ship that has a hold full of illegal drugs." Ali did not know which was worse, the destruction of her ship, the murder of several possibly innocent people or the fact that she was now a hostage on a ship controlled by a drug craze shark. It is better than being dead..she reminded herself, "Or is your head to far up your ass for you to realize that?" she added glaring at Dyson.

 

[Tin-Solaire of Astora]

Gil eyed the view port and tried his best to make out where they were going, but he was no pilot let alone a navigator. When the zeltron spoke, calling him captain Gil let out another one of his raspy chuckles. The kid knew how to roll with it, that much was obvious, Gil liked that. However the kid also probably had a blaster, especially if he was hauling such serious stuff. Gil was about to demand that the guy give up the heat when the female came up the ramp, her face and tone obviously dissatisfied with the work that had just happened.

"You realize he." she said, pointing the pipe that Gil hadn't noticed until then at him "Is now kidnapping us, after murder several Sec forces in case you didn't see all that happen, in a ship that has a hold full of illegal drugs, Or is your head to far up your ass for you to realize that?" Gil let out another bark of laughter as this zeltron got her panties in a bunch.

"First time with product, huh?" he said, giving an elbow to the male and winking. "And that goes to both of you. I don't know if you're slinging or moving but leaving it out in the open in your hold is a rookie mistake, kid." Gil moved to be out of arm, and pipes, reach or as far as the moderately sized deck could allow. He leaned against a console and rested his elbow at an angel so that his blaster was still on them.

"Look, as far as anything goes we're all in it now. You're with us now, and whatever your goal was before, pinky, it's to move this stuff before we get screwed and lay low. Whether you guys like it or not I'm running this, and" Gil stood to his full height again walked up to the woman, his grin more predatory than before "I doubt a metal tube will save your ass from me beating you to death with your own foot, sweet meat. So lets keep this civil." His robotic voice seemed to spit, challenging the female. He felt disrespected, and if any of them had picked up on his attitude they should have been able to glean that disrespect was something he would not put up with.

 

[Beta12]

"You realize he. Is now kidnapping us, after murder several Sec forces in case you didn't see all that happen, in a ship that has a hold full of illegal drugs, Or is your head to far up your ass for you to realize that?"

The corner of Dyson's mouth twitched as his fellow captive made her way up the stairs, iron pipe in hand. Whatever plans she had for gaining her freedom would be ended if she tried to use it, dashed against the wall along with the rest of her. The aquatic monster was truly massive, so grey and toned that it could have easily been a statue in some fancy underwater palace. An iron pipe would do nothing against that. The two had little hope unless they could get hands on their own blaster. He would have told her to calm down himself if the Karkaradon hadn't butt in, its robotic voice especially shrill in the confined space.

"First time with product, huh?"

Dyson felt the wind rush from his lungs as one of the aliens massive elbows tapped against him. If a cinder block had just been gently tossed at him, he would have probably preferred that to the blow. "Oooof." Was all Dyson could muster before he fell into a coughing fit. His whole body shook as he tried to retake air back into his lungs. His gaze went many places as he tried to steady his breathing, and few times did they fall on the girl with the pipe. Instead his violet gaze drifted from the shark, to his blaster, to his own position in the cockpit. The guy had a gun, but Dyson had control of the ship. He wasn't sure if the creature with the gun was a pilot himself, but banking on the fact that he wasn't, the Zeltron hoped he could use his skills to his advantage.

"And that goes to both of you. I don't know if you're slinging or moving but leaving it out in the open in your hold is a rookie mistake, kid. Look, as far as anything goes we're all in it now. You're with us now, and whatever your goal was before, pinky, it's to move this stuff before we get screwed and lay low. Whether you guys like it or not I'm running this, and I doubt a metal tube will save your ass from me beating you to death with your own foot, sweet meat. So lets keep this civil."

"It wasn't packed because I had just gotten a hold of it a couple of hours ago. Shark guy." Dyson flashed him a polite smile, continuing to hold up his hands in the same non-threatening fashion. "Nice gun, I'm jealous." The compliment came naturally, as by now the pilot had hoped that his own naturally occurring pheromones, along with the females, would be enough to begin to calm the creature down. If it was anything like humanoids, the young man hoped it could be swayed. "The thing is, that those guys are going to come looking for their spice if I don't deliver. I am a smuggler." That much was true, considering the price of shipping illegal materials in the core worlds, during its most secure state in decades.

Dyson sowly brought his hands down to his thights, resting his palms on them as he glanced around the bridge, his violet eyes finally flicking back to the girl with the pipe. "Take it easy. You don't have anywhere else to go, do you?" The question hung in the air for a few moments, before Dyson turned his gaze back toward the shark. "Let me take us to where we need to go." The young Zeltron crossed his arms in front of his chest as he played his hand. If that thing had pilot skills, it probably wouldn't even care about people chasing them. He would take the drugs and run, and they would have to go with him.

 

[los_pollos_hermanos]

Gun vs metal pipe that she was not entirely sure if it was even strong enough to hit someone several times, Ali knew in the back of her mind how things would end up if something where to happen. Gun usually beat anything else, unless you happened to have really really fast reflexes. She listened as Gil and Dyson discussed the drugs that were on board, only Gil really seemed concerned about the fact that they all would be screwed if they were caught with what was in the hold. Ali resisted rolling her eyes, maybe Dyson was as stupid as she had been told.

Gil then turned his attention back to her, walking towards her and looking down at her like he was ready to eat her, "I doubt a metal tube will save your ass from me beating you to death with your own foot, sweet meat. So lets keep this civil." Ali raised the tube and lightly pressed the end against his chest to stop him from advancing even further. She liked her personal space. "Don't manhandle me anymore today and I'll do my best to keep it civil." she replied, Dyson added his two cents but Ali did not look at him. She could probably kick her fellow Zeltrons arse if needed, the giant shark was another thing all together.

"Take it easy. You don't have anywhere else to go, do you?"

Dysons words actually stung a little, Ali did not have anywhere to go. Where she wanted to go was now a smoldering wreck on a landing pad. Did he even realize that her little PoS ship had been her home and what little she owned had been inside it. Her eyes left Gil and moved to Dyson, her expression was a mix of anger and sadness, she knew the other Zeltron would be able to easily pick up on her emotions. "Thanks to you, I actually don't." she told him with a glare.

 

[Tin-Solaire of Astora]

Gil was hyped up on the drugs, but being a seasoned 'addict' he actually felt more focused than he had been. He listened to the both of them and finally started to gleam that they were not together, he also listened intently to the part where the kid was a smuggler and that he needed help. Gil didn't want the kid to get killed on his account...or did he? He didn't really know what he wanted, right then he felt kinda torn between the usual impulses he lived by, and helping these two pink idiots through this ordeal. He didn't consider the fact that he'd usually just kill them both after getting the pilot to land them on a decent planet. Selling a ship and spice would be a good payday indeed.

"Alright, alright, look" Gil said, waving his hands back and forth as if to say he was getting overwhelmed. "I'll help you get to this deal, we'll split the money. The only real way we can split this is sixty-twenty-twenty, obviously you and sweet meat can take the twenty's and I'll receive my fee's for chaperoning." He raised his gun as if to display it "And I'm afraid currently that's non-negotiable." Even if Gil was finding himself more and more drawn to these two weirdo's he couldn't help but cling to his usual habits.

Gil then turned and moved to the monitors near the male, looking at the strange jumble of controls. He really had no idea what this stuff was, way more complicated than a speeder or any sort of bike he'd seen, he'd have to hope that Pinky's plan would work. "By the way, the name's Gil, chums."

 

[Beta12]

"Thanks to you, I actually don't."

Alright, so she's still touchy about the ship thing... Dyson mused, but he kept his violet eyes glued to the giant before him. He hadn't gotten a close, uninterrupted view of the thing until now. Dead, fishy black eyes stared out from a giant mass of grey skin and muscle. Deceptively smooth, the grey and white skin itself was likely tougher than it looked, at least a lot rougher. The whole monstrosity was pretty unnerving, considering the razor sharp rows of teeth filling up his mouth. Even if they somehow managed to subdue him, and bind his massive arms, the mouth was just about as deadly as the blaster in his hand. If he was going to be shot to death and eaten alive, prolonging that as much as possible was key.

"Alright, alright, look. I'll help you get to this deal, we'll split the money. The only real way we can split this is sixty-twenty-twenty, obviously you and sweet meat can take the twenty's and I'll receive my fee's for chaperoning. And I'm afraid currently that's non-negotiable. By the way, the name's Gil, chums."

The corner of Dyson's grinning mouth twitched once more as the fish man gave his offer. He was in no position to refuse the ridiculous offer, but it still bruised his pride none-the-less. Despite the wound inflicted, it was obvious that wheels were already turning in the young man's head. He had control of the ship, as far as his captive was concerned, and that was his first mistake. Never snag a ship you can't fly. The Zeltron could take the shuttle just about anywhere, and perhaps he would take it directly to the drug deal. He had options now, and that gave him more of leg up on the thing than an iron pipe ever would. "Gil? Sounds like you got yourself a deal. I'm Dyson. " Dyson's gaze finally turned back toward his fellow Zeltron. "And you...." As far as he was concerned, this girl was just an unfortunately hot hostage. Sure, he felt bad about the ship, but there was no way he could repay her with all of his assets at gunpoint. "I... uh.... who are?"

 

[los_pollos_hermanos]

Usually she would not give a care much about how money was split, just as long as she got paid and it was a (somewhat) fair amount. But that was before her ship had been destroyed, but as much as she would love to take money from Dyson, if the stupid Zeltron failed to actually do anything she could try and get his bitch of a mother to compensate her. "...And I'm afraid currently that's non-negotiable. By the way, the name's Gil, chums." Of course it would be non negotiable; one half ass armed humanoid and another holding just a metal pipe going against a seven foot tall shark who would have no problem beating their skulls in. Gil obviously had the upper hand.

"Gil? Sounds like you got yourself a deal. I'm Dyson. " The Zeltrons eyes moved back to her, "And you....I... uh.... who are?" she raised a manicured brow as he fumbled with how to speak properly, she crossed her arms over her chest, "Alivadr." she told him, it was rare that people actually used her full name but it had become a habit to give it out because usually when she gave her nickname people asked what it was short for. "Ali for short." she turned her head and glared at Gil, "Not sweet meat or ZMILF." she added.