Ask Here We Go Again

[Trys Aran]

Trys handed over the card, along with Jo’ran. The woman scrutinized it and spoke without looking up, “ID number?”

“A6573.”

She paused expectantly before looking up at Jo’ran. Trys didn’t look at him, already knowing what his silence meant. He hadn’t read the ID he was posing as. Trys looked up and around them, not spotting any cameras in this hallway. She also looked at the Zabrak who was barely paying attention.

Trys turned towards Jo’ran,[color=orchid[ “You always do this, man!”[/color] She bellowed, “Always kriffing hold us up cuz you can’t remember your damn ID number.”

She knew he wouldn’t take any hints, so she had to improvise and guide him to it. Trys drew out her blaster, waving it around. Jo’ran, in a panic, also drew his.

“Hey hey, cut that shit out!” The Devaronian called out, eyes narrowing. Trys continued to yell at Jo’ran, who was believing all of it. The Zabrak and the Devaroian woman were both yelling to halt the commotion.

Out of the blue, Trys angled her blaster and shot the woman in the face. Jo’ran, who had his blaster out now, thankfully got the hint and didn’t freeze. He whirled around and shot the Zabrak in the chest. Both of them slumped to the ground.

“Good shooting,” Trys said simply, not bothering to lecture the man on his poor performances earlier. She crouched down and quickly took the keycards from the dead bodies before opening the door and stepping through.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Hannibal Grayza]

While Trys and Jo'ran were pulling off improvising their way through a door in the face of the young man's inexperience, Hannibal, and by extension Mara, were in the middle of a chaotic firefight. To her credit the former slave girl wasn't a coward despite her anxiety, although he aim was questionable. On the other hand some of the guards were recovering from a flashbang and were a bit occupied with someone else.

An authoritative voice yelled into the comm line as the Jedi's presence was confirmed with the assets. Cameras caught the blur wielding a silver blade and the occasional shout made it through the cacophony. Firing at him was dangerous both for the chance of deflection and the quick maneuvers. But the real reason he was keeping up his enhanced state was because he couldn't properly fight in melee without it for long and the guards could just turn their guns on them without him drawing aggro.

That said, this sucked, even with the doubled up stims. His movements were stiffed than normal and he was slowed, which is precisely how he failed to stop a guard shooting an asset. "Shit!" The guard's shot rang out and then he and one of his fellows careened back into a durasteel wall, another shot toward Hannibal only partly dodged and burning across the top of his right shoulder. "Kriffin'-"

He turned toward the couple remaining guards but at this point they opted for getting the hell out. Except for one in particular who, in that moment, fired a shot toward Mara that struck across her weapon and sent her sprawling back. The muscular man opted to pull out a pair of knives rather than shoot at the Jedi. Hannibal faced off with him, catching his breath and guard up in both hands, groaning internally. He recognized Teras Kasi when he saw it.

"Get back!" he shouted to the collected slaves as well as the guard and began to step forward, strain clear in his voice. Mara looked on from over her cover, cradling her injured hand and looking around frantically for another weapon.

@Sreeya

 

[Trys Aran]

“What the kriff is going on?” The boss growled as reports came in about the Jedi intercepting the group to be exterminated. The guards were caught in the middle on whether to guide the rest of the women out or to help the compromised group. The boss’s jaw twitched slightly.

“Liquidate all assets.”

---​

Trys, of course, had no idea what order had been given. She and Jo’ran were making their way towards the boss himself. Unlike before, Trys spent the entire walk coaching Jo’ran on how to keep his cool and to memorize the identity he was portraying.

They arrived near two guards that were guarding a heavy door. Trys came to a pause as she began to reach for her badge.

“We are-”

“Get in there now! Boss needs to be evac’d stat!”

Trys and Jo’ran were practically grabbed and tossed into the room behind the doors. She was suddenly in a room full of guards and an umbaran behind a desk that just leaned up from giving orders into an intercom. Cold, milky white eyes stared back at her. Trys said nothing as another guard stepped up next to her.

“Sir, these are the escorts to the roof. The extraction speeder is here,” The guard said.

“Good,” The boss said as he grabbed a datapad from his desk and stepped towards Trys and Jo’ran.

Trys had to nudge Jo’ran a little to remind him to do nothing. They couldn’t harm the boss just yet. They had to see where he went and what operation he ran.

She quickly turned and followed two other guards that led the path to the roof. She and Jo’ran were now part of the group that would accompany the boss on his journey. Trys looked down at her datapad and quickly texted Hans.

We are leaving this place with the boss. I have geolocation on so you can track She glanced down at her text, paused, and then sent another, Are you okay?

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Hannibal Grayza]

Knife-nut pressed his advantage in close, trying to overwhelm the Jedi while he showed signs of not being able to properly maneuver for a while, a wolf closing in on wounded prey. A knife bound and pressed in on the lightsaber and the other came back for a thrust. He was very sure, abundantly confident, that he was going to be able to cash in on that sweet, sweet Jedi bounty money.

Right up until Hannibal jabbed his cybernetic fist into the knife-nut's face, at which point he mostly saw tears from a broken nose. The artificial limb didn't much care how tired its wearer was, after all. A hook cracked the elite mook across the jaw and he staggered- at which point Mara shot him from halfway across the room. He dropped like a sack of very sharp potatoes.

"Oh," he huffed, leaning over against his knees to catch his breath. "Good job." Hannibal gave her a thumbs up and turned to look at the piles of slaves, pulling out his 'pad that'd been buzzing insistently at him at some point during. Updates from the Trys, looked like. Mara went to talk to the 'assets' and try to organize them a bit while he answered. He paused, feeling a moment's guilt for considering saying something like "All good, no worries".

"Still up and at em, secured some assets. Got your tracker." Sent. "Are you okay?"

Mara walked up to him just then, holding the knife-nut's comm and pointing toward the other slaves. "There are more, younger. Same fate." Hannibal glanced over to the others, to the extermination room. "Hutt-kriffing hell. Anyone know where the younger girls are kept!?" His lightsaber made short of chains and things, three other slaves picking up weapons, two nodding yes. They moved to head out again while Ego was given instructions to keep track of Trys' position. The other slaves would stay hidden for now.

"He's targeting girls. Need to get them out. Catch up as soon as I can."

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@Sreeya

 

[Trys Aran]

Trys and Jo’ran barely had time to think as the airspeeder came by and they all piled in. Within moments, the small group was preparing to jet away. She glanced back towards the warehouse, thinking about how she was once again doing what Hans had asked her not to do. She was once again leaving him behind. She sighed and looked away again.

---​

Meanwhile, the guards that were already sent to move the remaining girls were already in the holding area. One of them leveled his blaster and began to shoot, hitting the first girl square in the chest. He and the other men moved methodically, shooting at the girls. It was fish in a barrel as the young women scrambled and ran in every corner, huddling with one another as the massacre began.

The two men paused only when they heard commotion outside in the halls, both rushing out of the room to attempt to stop whoever was coming at them. These men were heavily armored and specially trained. They joined the four guards in the hallway prepared to engage the Jedi and anyone that came with him. Hans had plenty of opposition even before getting here.

As soon as Hans made an appearance, blaster bolts streamed in his direction, along with a smoke grenade in between to prevent him from seeing immediately.

The commotion continued for a bit until another armored soldier practically skidded into the same hallway behind Hans. The figure fell into step beside Hans to where he would recognize it.

Trys quickly leveled the newly acquired disruptor pistol as part of the boss’s guard and fired shots towards the two heavily armored guards. Her new helmet provided her thermal vision to make them out even through the smoke. The bolts all but disintegrated them, the other soldiers next to them scrambling from seeing what happened to their comrades.

She stepped forth through the smoke, taking out the secondary blaster to fire at the men that attempted to run away. There was no mercy shown. Not out here. Not with these people. There were still several others for Hans to contend with, but they fought side by side now.

When the smoke cleared and the fighting was over, Trys tilted a helmeted head towards Hans.

“We figure this out together,” Her mechanized voice called out.

The boss was far away from them now. But she wouldn’t go without Hans again.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Hannibal Grayza]

Hannibal and his collection of volunteer, chain-freed freedom fighters forrayed frantically forward down the hall, rushing toward where the one in front lead them to the holding area. A spike of terror, then pain and death, spurred the Jedi forward faster. Faster. Pain wasn't real, let go of fear, keep moving. Never stop fighting.

He pushed himself in front of the leading slave, lightsaber flashing to knock aside a shot. "Cover!" he shouted, smoke exploding into the hallway alongside the crimson bolts and slaves scattering to the sides and floor. Hannibal shifted side-face into a defensive stance out of sheer habit- and almost getting nailed in the leg for it, the guards still able to see just fine and trained to fight Jedi.

Oh. Not good. His weapon twisted and whipped to deflect fire vaguely back into the smoke as best he could, but he was tired. Hannibal let go of his weapon with his living hand and tightened up, teeth grit, forcing his body to move, speed up, ignore the building burn as he overexerted himself. A shot rebounded into a guard's armoured thigh, pure luck, but the Jedi was visibly slowing down, forced to use himself as cover so the people with him didn't get slaughtered. One was already wounded from a shot he'd missed, Mara dragging them back down the hallway.

Someone showed up behind Hans and his group, but he didn't notice until they was literally right next to him firing disruptor bolts through the smoke into guards. It was Trys, walking forward like a gloriously gun-wielding guardian angel. Hannibal forced a focusing breath and with a renewed light flaring behind his eyes to join his determined grin he stepped forward with her, guarding them both against return fire, running purely on sharp instinct.

Guards dropped from disruptor and blaster fire, others fled and they pursued. A shot toward from the last one toward Trys got the henchman a fresh wound to the shoulder- Han's meant to hit center mass, damnit- but Trys' took him down right after. Green eyes immediately swept the room, settled on Trys, and he collapsed into a seated position on the ground to pant for a bit.

Hannibal had a rough, strained grin on his face, but it was still there in utter defiance of absolutely everything.

"Together," he got out, relief clear in his tone. The Jedi was going to need a little to recover. "You came back." Mara and the others came back through the cleared doorway, she and another carrying the wounded man while others ran to the chained up girls.

Hannibal also abundantly upset as he took in the ones he hadn't got in here in time for, like he wanted to try pushing it again, try some healing. But he glanced at Trys and pulled the medkit off his belt and tossed it with his metal arm toward Trys, his expression melancholy but no less stubborn.

"Thanks. I owe you one."

@Sreeya