Ask Hiring a Shipwright

[Grace Zann]

Grace would work quickly to hoist the injured mercenary over her shoulder. There was a bit of hope, she had heard him breathing. Mustering up that much strength however wasn't something she did commonly. She needed the force to assist her, luckily her small army of freed prisoners were spreading throughout the facility like wildfire. Sure there were plenty of guards, but there were far more prisoners.

Of course their mark would be out to save his own skin, suggesting that they lead the mercenary behind. Grace however was stubborn, and wouldn't let an ally die so easily. "We won't be here for long, most of the other prisoners are loose by now! Besides, we're halfway to the damn hanger, and the Zann Consortium never leaves a man behind!"

She would stand up with all her might, grunting a bit as she began walking with the injured man on her back. "We're not far from the hanger area. That door over there..." She would walk across the commissary surrounded by shouts and blaster fire. A bead of sweat would roll down her bow as she reached a large blastdoor. "Here! Just a moment, I'll get us inside..." She would set the mercenary down next to the door. He was mostly behind cover thanks the the large number of prisoners running amok.

Typing frantically on the hanger door terminal, she would actually manage to get them open. Most of the surrounding prisoners would begin retreating inside, and Grace too would grab hold of Tyr'din while moving toward the set of parked Gozanti-class cruisers. They were ships with a large cargo hold, and would be the perfect escape vehicle for a band of prisoners. The woman herself would charge forward with Tyr'din on her back, gunning for the ship's door. Most of the prison guards were in other parts of the prison thankfully. It was clear that they hadn't expected this jail break...

As she reached the top of the ship's ramp she would announce to the crowds of prisoners, "Anyone interested in fighting for the Zann Consortium can follow me! The rest of you can take the other ship."

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(OOC: The number of NPC prisoners who accept her offer will be randomly decided here. And the number was 126 in total.)

 

[Tyr'din Selm]

Limping with her he tried his best to not be a burden but his wounds... well they said otherwise and made it even harder to be of any use, his arm slung over her shoulder he leant into her his voice raspy and dry yet even in these trying times you could hear him faintly snicker, despite all of it they made it.

"Thats four times now..."

He coughed violently as they cut through the large amount of Prisoners and once he was set down he reached down for his blaster and whilst injured he still put up a fight albeit it one that well... wasn't as precise as before but it was still another hand that could fire until he was empty that is, the click of a empty blaster resounded twice, he had not the strength to reload so he just let his hand drop his head rolling back as he looked up taking a deep breath.

Yet as the Hangar Door opened and he was hoisted back over her shoulder Tyr'din's vision finally blurred, things were getting hard to comprehend and fatigue set in, that ontop of his wounds, he felt the ground change from hangar floor to ship ramp and once he heard Grace's voice once more he just let his head hang.

The Toydarian shuffled past them giving both of them a curious glance and whilst he knew he was walking a dangerous line he asked regardless in a petty tone.

<"I must ask Zann, is he your Pet or something? I dont judge... Hutts keep Twi'lek dancers for a reason afterall but I didn't take someone like you for the type.">

Tyr'din raised his head to slowly look at the Toydarian even though every inch of his body hurt and the fact that the Toydarian just said what he said made every inch in his body revolt wishing he could give back a snide remark in response but all he could muster up was a dismissive grunt.

 

[Grace Zann]

As Grace finally got the doors of the ship to begin opening, she would see a large number of prisoners following her. It certainly wasn't a majority, but it was way more reinforcements than she had prior. She would have to drag her armored ally into the vessel, just as the toydarian would mock her way of doing business. "Shut it and get inside wings! The guards are gonna be all over us if we don't get this thing running."

Some of the prisoners had already started manning various empty seats aboard the bridge of the cargo ship, while others piled into the cargo hold. Grace herself would prop her mercenary up against the wall, and would attempt to remove his helmet. She hoped Tyr'din was alive, thankfully a ship like this had first aid aboard. "Zann, catch!" One of the gand prisoners would toss her a bacta injector. "you're gonna be fine old friend."

She would then attempt to inject the man's neck with the healing gel, just as the ship's engines roared to life. A voice from the bridge area would shout, "Zann, where to?!" The woman would smirk before replying, "Hypori! We have a base on Hypori!"

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[Tyr'din Selm]

His heavy body slid along the metal flooring loudly as he was practically dragged along it, his backplate left a notable skidmark, just as his body found solace again as the motion halted he felt himself be propped up, sitting felt worse than lying down so naturally he clenched his teeth as he was propped up but he endured albeit... barely.

"Yup... that hurts still..."

The way to undo his Helmet was not the hardest to figure out and eventually she would manage and to her surprise it was heavier than one would expect at first but it came off relatively well, beneath was the same visage she had seen before albeit that his hair was more than disrupted by the combat and laid more shaggily and his eyes didn't have the same brightness to it as he gazed up at her, alive but well, one could see he wasn't doing too well.

"Hey hey! No needl- ough..."

Before he could stop her she had already began administering the aid tossed to her, with a solemn grunt Tyr'din was in no shape to even protest but nevertheless it was blatant that he disliked needles, infact it was mostly that he disliked any kind of drug that usually came with it, though when he heard the call out for Hypori he finally started to relax if only a little bit.

"...How do I look?"

He said gesturing to his face weakly, even in his state that pragmatic nature of his shone through, his lips forming into a smirk, he may look like he just came from the front of a War but that didn't mean he would have to be glum about it.

 

[Grace Zann]

It was almost comical that Tyr'dain tried to refused medicine when he was close to death not long ago. "Hold still, hold still." She would remark as he grunted. Thankfully, the bacta had been administered, and it was clear her old friend would be fine. She would smirk, just as the man asked how he looked. She would promptly respond, "...Like you need to shave." Grinning as she did.

The walls of the ship would hiss and rumble as the prisoners managed to get the vessel up and running. The crime boss herself would make her way over the the bridge of the ship, now being piloted by three gand and a twi'lek. They had secured their shipwright for their operation on kowak, but she wondered how long it would take for the base on Hypori to finish construction.

"Lightspeed to Hypori boys. Too slow and the locals will be on to us..."

[Exit Thread]

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