Crash Landing on Lothal.

[Halmo'de Torobah]

"CRANNNK"
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Hal's stolen Shuttle began acting up. Apparently the one he'd left Serenno with was the blasted metal death trap. Low on fuel, he could not make it into the middle rim and set a crash course for the nearest system...

'Lothal...' he growled, slamming his fist into the roof of the cockpit. He hated slavers.

Though, the longer he'd thought about it, he could probably rid his Galaxy of a few slavers and rid them of their means to enslave others. All of the Galaxy would be put under his heel at one point, slaves and slavers included, in a twisted form of equality.

About an hour went by, before he reached Lothal's atmosphere. The shuttle began to plummet to the earth. A red glow permeated from the nose of the ship, Halmo'de pulled up, to mitigate the friction generated, if only slightly, and angled the ship so it would hit the ground and skid rather than bounce and minimize injury. He knew he'd be hurt, no one walked away from extra-orbital crashes like this without a few bumps and bruises.

As he came within 900 feet of the point of impact he braced and gripping his blaster, and tucking away his lightsabers, knowing if any slaver saw them, he'd be an immediate target. That poleaxe from the Gammorean on Jakku would see some use this day, though it would remain fastened in the rear of the ship until after the crash landing.

"BRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKKKKHNNNN"

The ship landed belly first and skidded several meters before coming to a stop danger close to a slaver encampment. No doubt they'd seen his descent from the sky at the least.

Shaking himself awake, Halmo'de scrambled to clear his blurred vision, looking for the poleaxe, and slinging it's crude leather sling over his shoulder, and pulling his blasters skeleton stock outward, and readied himself for a fight. He was prepared to fight his way through the entire camp itself, and the battle would begin here.

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[Vin]

As she was marched down towards the crash site, her hands in cuffs, a blaster rifle in the hands of a Trandoshan pressed against her back, and three other armored and heavily armed slavers walking with her, Vin couldn't help but wonder how if after all the care she had taken she had ended up in such a situation once again.

For some time now her actions had been leading her or her friends into dire predicaments. An innocent man on Jakku had died because of her, not just because of her but by her hands. Jon was dead because of her, because he had befriended her and come to Jakku to help her out. And the events that unfolded had ultimately lead to his death. She had finally made the decision to stop being the fumbling idiot who seemed to attract trouble wherever she went. So of course she had gone and gotten herself captured by slavers.

Her plan had been a good one, she had tracked them down after her last encounter with the slavers before Jon's death. She had carefully stalked them to their camp, had snuck up upon their encampment, and had laid in wait till night fell. That was when the ship crashed down, and the slavers had sent out a small party to investigate and they had stumbled upon her. There had been no time to move, not without drawing their attention, so she had fought. She had almost even taken down one of them when another one had clubbed her down from behind and put her in cuffs. Now they had her weapons, has destroyed her comms, and were probably planning to sell her off, or maybe kill her once they figured out the bounty sitting on her head.

As their party walked up to the crash site, the slavers a little more careful now that stumbling upon her had almost cost one of them their heads. As two of the slavers walked up to the crashed ship to investigate, Vin waited with patience for an opportunity to get herself out of her current predicament. Whoever was in that crashed ship had just walked into a pile of steaming poodoo, and as pissed as Vin was with them for ruining her plans, she would help them out if she could.
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[Halmo'de Torobah]

"Crack that bastid open, lessee what's inside!" Hal heard from outside the hull of the ship. Hal holstered his pistol and readied himself to ambush the first slaver to step through the doorway.

Muscles tensed up as Hal could hear one of the slavers attempt to crack the door with a hacking spike. The longest minute imaginable passed as the cacophony of beeps and other electronic sounds reverberated through the durasteel door, before the airlock system hissed, loosening it's grip on the door, cracking it open.

Eight gloved fingers shot through the crack between the doors to pull them apart. The human male grunted as he drew upon his strength to pry open the doors. As the unlucky man opened the door, Hal let out a scream that shook the hull of the ship, stunning the man, long enough for Hal to thrust the spear tipped end of the poleaxe into his side. Shunting him out of the way, Hal drew and fired his blaster, landing a shot in the head of the slaver next to the woman in shackles that had accompanied them.

Hal quickly holstered his pistol and cast a telekinetic blast into the chest of another slaver before stepping out of the doorway allowing him full maneuverability with his poleaxe. Flourishing his blade over head, and behind his back, he brought up the hook of the axe, striking the centerpiece of the woman's shackles, and pulling hard, letting the vibrating blade slice the shackles, freeing her arms. If she proved competent, Hal would let her help him. The man he'd slain had a vibrosword on his person. Returning his attention to the man who'd been knocked on his ass by a force push, swinging the axe overhead for momentum and releasing it as he sat up, popping off his head in with a precise strike at his neck. He turned to face his impromptu Ally.

"We're getting off this planet - and quick. We'll need a ship. I assume you know something about their base, seeing as you've been there, what with the shackles and all. I'll let you lead."

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[Vin]

Vin was not one to waste an opportunity when it presented itself. So as the man jumped out of the crashed ship and started taking out the slavers, she was ready to react. The moment his swinging axe cut through her shackles, she swung her head back to slam it into the face of the slaver holding the blaster to her back, who had thankfully not yet caught up with the sudden outburst of activity around them. They might have gotten the drop on her, but the tables had now been turned as the slavers were caught with the pants around their ankles. Not yet done with the slaver, she dropped to her knees as he stepped back in pain and swung her foot around to sweep his feet out from under him. As he crashed to the floor she jumped back to her feet and kicked his head, knocking him out.

While the man from the ship held the attention of the other slavers, she collected her weapons from the downed slaver, straightening up in time to see the last slaver's head getting separated from his body. Wincing inwardly at the death, she was still coming to terms with the events on Jakku, Vin picked up one of the rifles dropped by a now dead slaver, making sure to set it to stun. Taking a moment to observe her new ally, she finally nodded in agreement and turned around to start retracing her steps towards the slavers outpost. He might be brutal, but she could use help in taking out the slavers.

This isn't really their main base, more of a staging camp. Probably another dozen or two slavers altogether. They have a few ships, so we'll each have our pick of choices, but they are smack dab in the middle of their camp and they have a turret that can bring down any fleeing ship. So we're gonna have to deal with that before we make an escape. This way. She took a few steps before stopping and turning her head to the side to look back at him. I am Vin by the way.

She lead them to the very edge of the camp, where hidden in the trees they could observe the camp. They were probably on high alert, waiting for the search party sent out to investigate the crash to return. And the longer it was before the party returned, the jumpier they might get. So, how do you wanna do this? Sneak in now, or wait for them to send out more men to investigate your crash and act then?

@Gian Greydragon

 

[Halmo'de Torobah]

"Call me Hal," he responded as she told him her name, and followed her into the trees near the camp. With the use of the Force he would not need binoculars to scout the camp. "We'll sneak into the camp. Chances are, they've got some kind of explosive that we can lift, we'll rig the cannon to blow, and kill any slaver that gets between us and those ships," he said in a matter of fact tone.

A moment of focus followed, and after the search lights passed over the particular part of the wall that he wished to make his entrance at. With the wall standing less than twenty feet hight, one could vault or use the Force to jump clear over it.

"On my mark..." He said, tapping Vin's arm as the lights passed again, allowing him to get a feel for the pattern, "Go!" He exclaimed in a hushed tone, using the Force to sprint to, and leap over the wall, behind a stack of large crates.

He'd wait for Vin to join him, before moving forward. He would sling his poleaxe over his shoulder, and resort to silent unarmed takedowns, as opposed to swinging around a large axe. Stealth wasn't exactly his forte, but he could kill from the shadows effectively enough, for a Templar. As he waited for Vin he'd peek past the crates to see a group of three guards standing around trying to light a campfire. Using the Force, he would snuff the embers of the flame before they became anything of note, taking great pleasure in the frustration of the slavers.

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[Vin]

Vin nodded her agreement to his plan, though she wasn't really inclined to kill the slavers, no matter how vile they might be death was not a punishment she was going to hand out to anyone. But at the same time she knew these men did not deserve her kind heartedness and wasn't going to stop Hal from killing them. Maybe it was the same as killing them herself, but that was a distinction she was willing to ignore. She would not defend those who didn't deserve it.

At Hal's signal Vin was about to rush out, when Hal ran off in front of her at a sprint. At an almost unnatural speed actually. He was a Jedi! The realization shocked her, maybe not as much as it would have a few months earlier as she was now used to the fact hat there were far too many Jedi in the Galaxy for such coincidences to not occur, but it still was something of a shock. Recovering as quickly as she could, she ran off after him, jumping over the wall and landing behind the crates. She wanted to ask him about being a Jedi, but there was no time as he dashed off to take out the slavers, so she followed and helped him knock them out.

Joining him behind the crates, she realized the slavers would soon be on alert, the longer this took the more likely it was one of them would get taken out. So as he snuffed out the fire, she thought up a crackpot plan to draw out the slavers. She hadn't considered it earlier as two were not enough for drastic action, but if the two were Jedi that changed everything. I'll draw them out, you knock them out. She didn't wait for a response and slipped out from behind the crates and moving from shadow to shadow, jumped out in front of the slavers on the other side of the now extinguished flame, forcing them to turn their backs to Hal. Hello there! She waved at the slavers and waited, ready to run if Hal didn't take them out in time.
@Gian Greydragon

 

[Halmo'de Torobah]

Hal watched as she provided a distraction, to which he acted upon immediately, lifting himself over the crates he hid behind, and used the Force to lunge toward them with blinding speed, twisting as he did so, winding up for a hefty double kick. Tagging one slaver in the jaw, the sound of his jaw snapping drowned out the impplact of the kick, and he spun a full 180 degrees in the air before he hit the ground. The second kick came immediately after, hitting and breaking the man's forearm as he attempted to block the strike. Halmo'de landed, twisting and dropping his weight into a fluid sweep kick, causing him to sprawl to the ground. Before the man could react, Hal finished him off with a vicious dropping knee to his ribcage, breaking several ribs, and expelling what little air he had left in his lungs, knocking him out for the night.

Halmo'de stood, and dusted off the seat of his pants, and hailed Vin over. "Clear." he said, in a stage-whisper, before grabbing the short vibroblade, off of one of the unconscious guards. While the guards were still alive, they were in critical condition, with numerous fractures. The next few slavers would not receive the same mercy.

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[Vin]

Vin nodded as Hal gave her the all clear. The fact that he didn't kill this lot didn't go unnoticed, whether that had been intentional or not she was just glad the death count wasn't climbing. Walking up to Hal, she took a quick sweep around them before turning around to face the way he was looking and started walking ahead, to the opposite side of the little fire as compared to where they had started from. Up ahead was a small building, a single stored structure that had a small turret atop it. That was the big gun they had to take out if there was any hope for them to fly out of here.

Her eyes were set on another group of crates near the building that they could hide behind, but halfway there their path was intercepted by another pair of guards, a patrol making their rounds. Vin didn't wait for any communication with Hal and simply charged ahead, drawing in the Force and slamming into the duo, hoping that Hal would keep up. She'd slam her palm into one slaver's jaw to knock him out, and if Hal had taken rid of the other one by then she'd dash ahead to slip in behind the crates.

There's the turret, She said with a gesture towards the building, probably the bulk of their forces in there as well. How do you wanna do this? She knew what the easiest way would be, simply blow up the turret and the building somehow, there was sure to be something out here they could use to accomplish that, but killing the slavers wasn't something she was excited about. And besides, what if there were innocents. inside the building? No, a less fatal approach would have to do.
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