Brains of an Engineer are the Needs of the Universe

[Michael Scott]

.you work your magic and ill work mine.
Rofer said as he set his blaater to stun.

(((sorry cant rype on droid)))

 

[Rev]

Traask smirked and nodded his head as if the woman had been in front of him that requested him to land. He was glad that she had interrupted the droid, because it was equipment he'd prefer not to be on record. His hands would work over the controls a few times before flying into the the appropriate hanger, gently setting it down in reverse so if they needed a quick escape all he'd need was a quick push of the throttle and they'd be off. He turned to the Captain and his associate before speaking to them for the last time before exiting the ship.

"Stay on board, if she asks you're both non-sentient hunters hitching a ride to Dantooine for a Mynock infestation you're taking care of."

He nodded to the Captain, expecting the man to go along with the story. If they had any wits about them they'd try to avoid the engineer in order to avoid any questioning that could blow their cover. Hitting a few more commands from within the cockpit the ship went dark, but many of the functions still ran; just appeared otherwise. He killed the engine and hit the loading ramp, the soft whine filling the hanger and ship with its familiar call.

Topping his head with the wide brimmed hat once more he strutted down the ramp. Coming to the bottom he looked out at the entrance they had come from, the Coruscant city bright with life. It'd been years since he had walked on the planets surface, it was nice to be at the center of the Universe.. but he'd only be here for a couple hours at best.. Pulling down the hat to hide his face he hit a comlink found on his wrist guard to get Uuagrick's attention.

"Landed smoothly, nice place you have here...?"

His comment dragged out as if he was searching for a name. He wanted to assure it was actually who he was after, not some employee that would get in the way. Once she responded he'd carry on with a question for his own desires.

"..You fabricate your own wares, if I'm not mistaken. You wouldn't happen to have a jetpack around here would you?"

His voice had a chill to it as he spoke, much like any smuggler or spicer to come through he was sure. He'd blend in just as much as the next man or woman that was a part of his trade, he made sure of it. As he waited his hand went over his wrist attachment, accessing the crew log of the real Battered Rancor. His hand spliced into the system replacing a picture of himself with the captain and scrapping the information of their being any crew. The two on board were "hitch-hikers" and he'd be sure to reset the information back to its original intelligence once he got off the rock. It was better to be prepared than to be caught in a root..

 

[Kassa]

As they landed, she snapped her fingers as the servant droids rushed backward and forth, showering the ship with scanning devices to identify what's wrong. While they began scanning all aspects of the ship, Grace Uuagrick looked carefully at the man before her.

"Name's Uuagrick. Grace Uuagrick,"

She looked at the man a long moment before she finally replied about the jetpack. "I have rocket boosters that you can attach to your boots, and I have a plain ole' jetpack. How many do you want? 300 credits each,"

Her eyes didn't leave the man. He was up to something. A hand gripped one of the blasters inside of one of her many apron pockets.

 

[Michael Scott]

Roger exited the ship wearing his pseudo uniform holding stomach and walked up to the storekeeper. He spent the entire trip thinking about what to say in order to lower her guard and also get away for a second. Finally, the words came natural and he couldn't stop talking.

"I don't feel so good," Roger said as he began stumbling, "do you know where I can get some grub around here? I prefer cooked food instead of space rations, it taste horrible. Also I have to report to the base commander near the power plant, can you point me to a cafe near there?"

Roger told his story with one hand on his stomach while his other hand was open facing her, showing non-combative body language that goes along with a security guard's personality.

(((to robxor and synlidwrh, I'm outside of the ship you we-todds.)))

 

[Rev]

Traask watched as the Private wandered off the ship, the fool wouldn't listen. He gritted his teeth with some annoyance but tried his best to ignore the man. Looking back to Grace he smiled at her as best he could.

"My apologies for my crew.. hitch hiker I found on Dathomir.. Paid well for a trip."

He reached out to shake the woman's hand.

"Traask Nadill."

He listened to her offer on the rocket thrusters for his boots as well as a jetpack. Reaching into the right pocket of his cloak he extracted a thousand credits before extending it out to her.

"I'll take one of each, Uuagrick."

He motioned for her to lead him to the equipment. He had longed for the thrusters for his own bounty hunting needs. He had hoped the captain would come off the ship to grab that blasted private. He was altering the plan..

 

[Syn]

Mistral had moved to the cockpit and was sitting as he looked up, he trusted the bounty hunter in one regard at least. He wouldn't mess up with money on the line and then he noticed something else as Mistral perked up listening and heard.... nothing. The private was gone and he quickly moved as he went around the ship then walked out next to the bounty hunter speaking not really expecting an answer just figured it out. "Let me guess ten seconds after you came out he followed? Slowly Mistral turned as he looked at the private and spoke seeing him in an Alliance uniform. "Get back on the ship now, you are seriously pissing me off." With a look at the man Mistral turned back to Grace as he spoke. "Ma'am I apologize for this disturbance, seems this man is going senile. Back on the ship now."

 

[Kassa]

Grace casted an odd glance at the three of them. They seemed to be having communication trouble, which only put Grace on an alert.

"Comes to a total of 900 credits. 300 for the Jetpack, and 300 for each rocket booster,"

Snapping her fingers, servant droids came out, with Droidekas rolling behind them. Droids always accompanied her in this manner when she sold weapons, especially when she didn't know whether or not they were Alliance.

"Money, please," Satin asks, holding out her robotic hand.

Carefully, the servants offered the bags to him, Droidekas poised to shoot if anything goes haywire.

"I must apologize for my hostility. It's simple protocol when dealing with customers without how you say, a background,"

 

[Michael Scott]

"Grace," Roger began, "I understand your sense of cautiousness towards outworlders, but I am an enlisted soldier in the Galactic Alliance. I was stranded when my ship ran out of fuel near the moons of Naboo, it was only by the grace of the force that this ship picked me up, saving me from a sure death. Now I need to report my equipment failure to my commander at the power sector, and I would like to have something to eat and drink. Now if you can provide a communications device and some food, I would greatly appreciate it; but if not, please direct me to where I can find some."

Roger stood still, knowing this sentence would make or break the mission.

(((Syn, I've been standing next to the bounty hunter)))

 

[Kassa]

Grace narrowed her eyes and seemed to press a button inside her robes. More Droidekas, this time seeming to form a barrier around the woman. Each threw up a shield, seeming to block her. Meanwhile, the servant droid retracted their hands and bags and got inside of the droideka perimeter.

"I don't know what this is, but I'm not amused. Dathomir is a completely different than one of Naboo's moons. Secondly, Dathomir is in Empire territory; how in the name of the multiverse did you manage to break into the planet's forces? I may have been born at night, but I wasn't born last night. Get to explaining,"

With narrowed eyes, her hand silently glocked her incinerator and gripped it. Grace was ready to fire.

 

[Michael Scott]

Roger pulled out an identification card that showed him as a pilot for the Galactic Alliance, it was real because he kept his old one and updated it.

Name: Roger Cantrell
Alliance Identification Number: B93480-34-553
Rank: Captain
Commanding Officer: K9452-96-435
Unit/Squadron: 942nd Squadron (B-Wings)
Status: Active Duty​

"Here is my ID card," Roger unzipped his jacket and revealed a tattoo of the insignia for the 942nd and for the Galactic Alliance Navy, "if that doesn't prove it, then this will. I was temporarily assigned to an intel wing in the Empire's territory, we were conducting a recon because we heard they were about to deploy two star destroyers to Coruscant. We went to check it out and then we were spotted by a patrol of TIE-fighters and we had to get out of there, unfortunately we were hit and lost our hyperdrive. You must understand this is sensitive information and will have bad consequences if word gets out, I hope you understand that."

 

[Syn]

Mistral looked at the private as his world shattered, the private had blown the cover and with a look at the droids Mistral held out his hands as he slowly took off his belt and kneeled down to be closer to eye level with Grace as he held his belt out and up for the bounty hunter to take. slowly he turned his head to Traask and spoke. 'If the private tries to make a move shoot him in the leg, if he tries to talk anymore shoot him." With a look Mistral turned around and spoke looking at the shields of the destroyers where he figured Grace would be. "I am sorry for the deception ma'am but it was at my request. I am called Mistral and I am from Veronia, it is an out of the way planet you have most likely never heard of. That's not important what is of import is that it's people are suffering, we have been fighting a plague for the past twenty years and our ships and equipment have fallen into disrepair. We need the help of an expert craftswoman to help us and this man said that you were the best in the galaxy. So I am pleading with you ma'am please come with us, and help my people. You'll have whatever payment amount you want. Hell we'll let you have the planet but we need your skills to save us." Slowly Mistral looked at the woman and he was telling the truth only certain things were omitted as his hand drifted up to his pendent and he bowed his head down a little. He didn't like to talk about his world, too many things bad had happened.

 

[Kassa]

Grace took the man's identification card, looking it over really quick. "Silk. Run this through the scanner and make sure it's accurate,"

The droid nodded, and seemed to put the card where it's mouth would be. A whirring noise happened to occur as it began processing the data, before sending it to a hacker droid to be researched further.

She turned to look at the man who had a sob story about his planet.

"I apologize, but I have no proficiency in medicine. I'll be happy to send some of my medical droids over there with you, for a price. However, this matter needs to be looked in by the Jedi,"

She turned to look at her other droid.

"Satin. Get to work on notifying the Jedi of this 'crisis'. Meanwhile, what are your 'planet's' coordinates?"

 

[Rev]

Traask's eyes went from handling the credit exchange for his new equipment to surprise. He'd do his best to act out the scenario as well as he could. The credits she had asked for were extracted, but instead 1500 credits. He reached out sheepishly to Grace and bowed his his head.

"For the gear.."

He paused for only a moment.

"Keep the rest."

He carred the heavy bag towards the base of his loading ramp. Looking up into his ship part of him wanted to get in, load up and roll out. Screw the cash, these two idiots were breaking anything he had set up for capture. Letting out a sigh he trotted up the ramp and knelt near Mistral's speeder. Taking out the various gear he began the simply assembly of putting the thrusters on his boots. Whatever the two Sith had to say to the engineer was on them now.

He walked back towards his loading ramp, peering out through a port hole to see the number of droideka's had doubled. This was getting to be more than he could handle, there was enough armament here to supply a small army, and she was bringing it down on both of them. He was fortunate enough to make it back to his ship, allowing the Captain and Private to risk their hides in the open hanger. Meanwhile his hands began working on his wristgaunt, prepping the systems for an escape.

 

[Syn]

Mistral looked at the woman as he watched the bounty hunter leave and he moved at the mention of the jedi getting involved as he ran up the ramp and grabbed his belt. "I hate privates, do you have a plan B? Cause right now I am thinking about just scrubbing the job and throwing him out the airlock."

 

[Kassa]

Some how, the gear and the money got swapped. Grace's four droidekas circled her, their gun's ready for fire. Grace's eyes narrowed. These men were about to be ****ed up. Looking towards her servant droids, one responded.

"This Private has been discharged on the following terms: Retirement. Until now, his location has been unknown."

Grace's ion blaster slipped out of her apron, with her normal blaster in the other. She kneeled, pointing it in between her droideka's oversized shields. She turned to Satin.

"Get some Jedi and Alliance officers in here now!"

Meanwhile, the droids scanning the ship over and over again, looking for troubled systems stopped their third search. An alarm siren came over, and could be heard for a good bit away.

Firing a round from her ion pistol, it soared towards the ship. If it successfully hit, the ship would begin to malfunction, it's dangerous electric throw lethal to many droids and electrical devices. While they could be repaired, it was a nice way of making sure they couldn't escape.

 

[Rev]

Traask grunted as he heard the sound of an Ion blaster go off. At that range they were far too close to dodge such a shot, he could only hope it wouldn't take out a major system.

"Siryn."

He spoke to his ships AI as he walked towards the cockpit.

"All beings outside the ship are hostile, fire Ion Cannon when ready on all non-sentient beings."

The ship's command prompt came onto the screen as if answering his call and the large cannon on top of the ship began to adjust. Taking aim at the first Droideka in the hanger. With an ear shattering crack the much more powerful Ion blast would ring out, directed at the Grace herself. The beam was wide enough to take out two Droids if they came in contact and the power behind such a blast was more than enough to destroy it beyond any reasonable repair.

"System diagnostics."

The command prompt began to read off damages sustained by blaster fire and Ion charges. Grace's first shot had been enough to damage a power cupling, but the ship needed more than one source of power to be shut down.

"T-909"

He spoke to one of his assassin and retrieval droids.

"Prep Ion blasters and prepare to leave the ship, we have a target to catch."

He didn't like the idea of her firing on his ship. His ship.

Walking over to the Captain he stared the man down for a long moment. The thought of putting a blaster into his skull being the only thought coming over himself. Instead he walked over to the man's speeder and hit the thruster. With a whiz the large transport shot off the loading ramp and downward, directly where the remaining Droideka's and Uuagrick's last position had been.

His eyes looked over his wristgaunt, the main systems being prepped. With the hit of a button the shields on his ship activated, protecting it from any of the petty fire Grace or her droids could muster. They'd need firepower to take his ship out from this point. Looking to his armament he flipped a switch to prime the Proton torpedos attached to the port side. His trigger fingers itching to walk off the ship if the opportunity presented itself..

 

[Michael Scott]

"Lady," Roger said as he put his hands up "you have one minute before they leave, you better catch them because they are members acting on behalf of the Empire. I will go quietly."

(((bullshit you didn't read my post about me standing next to Traask asking where the fack I could go get something to eat, Mistral is obviously blind and retarded. I call a flag on the play.)))

 

[Rev]

((Lol, I'm not even registering your attack on my character for so many obvious reasons. Your character isn't even by mine. Not to mention YOU'RE viewed as the enemy to her. The DROIDS are attacking YOU too.))

 

[Syn]

[ooc: what the hell, your no where near us. We are on the ship, your off the ship near her.]

Mistral looked at the bounty hunter as he heard the private outside and he closed the hatch as he moved and went to the cockpit looking at the bounty hunter as he spoke. "Look i know this isn't ideal but thanks for trying. Now lets get out of here and leave the idiot to his fate. I'll see that you are not hunted as this missions failure is not your fault. It is mine for bringing an old fool on a simple snatch and grab." With a look Mistral moved as he turned back. "Now do you need me to do anything?"

 

[Kassa]

Grace's servant droids and Droidekas had the woman picked up in no time, moving her out of the way of the cannon's blast. One of her droideka's fell to pieces, but could be reconstructed soon. While the old lady wasn't fast in herself, the droids had special features, notably Satin and Silk.

"Initiating repulsorlift mode,"

In a few moments, her servant droids had become something that resembled a floating pool. The remaining droideka's harnessed their shields, hopping on the repulsorlift and putting up them up.

The repulsorlift began flying out of the hangar. Meanwhile, one of the ship analysis droids that survived hit the hangar defense button.

Guns shot down from the ceiling. One in particular began shooting thermal detonators towards the ship, while a machine gun began firing off at all life forms. However, the gun seemed to be firing darts coated in a tranquilizing poison. From the final one, a powerful sleep gas emitted.

Shortly afterwards, the only exit of the hangar began to close, a thick metal sheet closing over it.

((OOC: Basically, what's happening is the hangar is trying to knock you out, and destroy the ship. The hangar's exit is closing slowly, so you still have a chance for escape.))