MS: Skeletal Surprise

[Burkhart Kelborn]

Location: Taris Space
Time: N/A
Participants: @GABA , @Darasuum
Theme: Solomon Grundy ♣ Chuxx Morris
OOC: Here

The good thing about Taris was there was plenty of places for comercial enterprise. The scrappers had a small area on a space station where ships could be brought and docked with to have their cargo searched. Normally they just hauled peices of torn ships and pieces. There was not a lot of space for Burkhart and Solone to conduct their search of the towed ship. The Morling was curious what resided inside. As a smuggler he knew hidden compartments existed inside plenty of ships, some even with scatter weave lined edges or sensor dampening technologies. Others just had 'slicks' for information and data caches.

Whatever type of cargo the ship had would be seen shortly. It would have been too detrimental with their current ships to take it back through the atmosphere. The only way they had not needed to call in a tug was because some of the scrappers had come with industrial grappling and hauling equipment and fastened it to the mynock light freighter Solone had been in and Burkhart's ship had a tractor beam.

Now they just had to board the ship and see what was inside. The Mandalorian stood with his personal beviinir armor on. He carried his deck sweeper light repeating blaster with him that seemed like just a normal rifle in his hands. He was beginning to prefer it over the beviin light repeater these days. Especially after he had his right arm injured.
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"Ya ready lass?" He said with a smile evident despite the helmet. The doors were locked and needed a keycode. They had just recently restored power to the ships systems so the life support would have started to work. "Lights'll be dim. Air'll be thin too at first an prolly cold as a tauntaun's horns." He rolled his shoulder inside the armor. It was what he wore when flying in his ship or on the back of his basilisk war droid. But today he was going to use it for some exploring, and probably grave robbing. The two mandalorians would probably find a few corpses inside from the old crew that had been unfortunate enough to be on board when whatever disaster had led them to the present situation.

 

[Crix Dolan (TL8)]

"Ready when you are, lady." Crix shot back with a shit eating grin. A scheduling conflict had nearly forced this job to be abandoned, but Crix had just wrapped job in the area and he volunteered his services for the rest of the job. It felt good to be back at something he was used to. The past month had been filled with theoretical ideology and space wizardry. Suffice it to say Burkart's request came at a good time.

The Smuggler was clad in his Ranger Scout armor, leather jacket over his chest piece. His gunbelt carried his DH-7, Quickdraw, and lightsaber. He had no idea what they were going to come across in this ship, but he wasn't taking any chances. There was no telling what kind of defenses lie in wait on the mysterious ship. The Rebel was excited to get the adventure underway.

Crix followed Burkhart to the entrance of the ship and the Morling warned of thin air and low temperatures. Crix zipped up his jacket and adjusted his gunbelt, as ready as he could be.

"Let's get this treasure hunt started!" Crix said eager to get into this ship.

@Darasuum

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

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Burkhart smiled underneath his helmet. He had not meant to call Crix a female. "Sorry, used to the company of tha fairer sex mate." All the same he would oblige the man's later interest in moving forward. He was eager to find out what it was they were going to find. He punched in the over ride code for the ship's hatch. At first nothing happened then the Mandalorian slammed a fist on the hull of the ship to encourage it to process the command. It beeped and with a squeel the hydraulics and pressure seals changed from their locked position and opened up.

A small bit of dust came out and the Mandalorian made a little murmur of dislike. a high percentage of all dust was dead skin. On a space ship one had to be careful or it would aclumulate over the months and years of usage in tight spots. The amount that was here though, that meant there was probably bodies inside. An unpleasant thought.

Moving into the ship he stepped over a body near the airlock. It looked to have been half inside its flight suit. A single droid he passed over. A single guard droid perhaps for protection. It looked like some of the ship's inner hull had rupture making shrapnel that had perforated the mechanical thing. Even the automated could experience such a thing as bad luck.

@Zay​

 

[Crix Dolan (TL8)]

Before them sat a slagged out medium freighter. Crix let out a low whistle as they closed in on the ship. The ruined and twisted outer shell of the ship becoming evident as their proximity rendered clarity.

"Man, this poor thing took a beating, huh?" He was disappointed in the ship's condition, but the thrill of scouring its innards for bounty far outweighed his dismay.

Crix felt like he was missing some important details, but when you were invited to pull your own parts out of a decently equipped Freighter, sometimes it was best not to ask. As they closed in on the ship it was apparent Burkhart's initial warning of warning light and thin air proved true. Crix pulled the force to himself creating a sort of invisible bubble around his face to act as a buffer of sorts. Luckily, his training with Leah had been mostly survival based, so something like this was in his wheelhouse.

The pair entered the ship. Both stepping over a heap of slag that used to be a droid. Crix hoped the droid had been blasted during the attack and not after... As they passed through the airlock the excitement of the adventure took a back seat to experience as they made their entry into the depths of the ship. The airlock led to a small corridor with a rather large blast door in the center of the left wall. Based on the schematics he'd been given, the blast door would lead into the levels just above the main cargo hold. The Smuggler stepped up to the doors console and removed the outer frame.

Crix sliced into the controls with practiced ease and after a moment the doors slid open with a hiss. A self-satisfied smile colored his expression until he spotted the automated security force just on the other side. Five battle droids in marching formation clumsily came to a stop as the door slid open. With practiced precision he pulled his Quickdraw and let off three shots, spraying across the breadth of the Droids disrupted formation. Six bolts found three targets and two droids crumpled into a heap.

The Smuggler had just enough time to fist pump before retreating behind the wall, taking cover. He flashed a smile at the Morling and with a smile he said, "I was starting to think this wouldn't be any fun!"

@Darasuum

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

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As he walked Burkhart felt the desire to take his helmet off and smoke a cigara. It was far from the appropriate time to do so given the conditions of their environment. The Morling would have to make an effort to begin limiting his consumption of the vice. He was beginning to feel like he was developing an addiction and that would not prove well for his health in the long run.

Stopping behind Crix he waited patiently for the human man to slice his way in the door. He had his deck sweeper held casually in his grip. In proportion it his body it looked like he was almost carrying a normal blaster rifle. His gaze was looking to either side of the corridor when the door way opened. He turned to look by the time Crix had stood up and had fired off his first shots.

Crix was in the way as Burkhart tried to level his light repeater. He did not want to shoot his cohort in the back with accidental friendly fire. Instead he moved to the opposite side of the hall that the roguish padawan would take cover. Burkhart sprayed a series of bolts into the droids, downing the one that Crix had partialyl damaged but the last two remaining standing and firing surpressive shots back at them both.

"Why cahn't I joost ave soomthin without havin ta shoot somethin." He growled to the galaxy. It was fickle and while he was not overly superstitious as a mandalorian, he did have a sense of superstition towards the galaxy's mechinations from his upbringing on Morda. Recent events and life among spacers only amplified this. Present situation considered, it was all justified.

@Zay​

 

[Crix Dolan (TL8)]

Crix scoffed in agreement with his partners plight.

"Where's the fun in that?" he said with plenty of sarcasm in his voice. Crix pumped a fist when Burkhart took out the third droid. Only two left and he had a really good feeling about his next move. These droids were clearly dated and seemed to focus on whoever was firing on them. Crix took a breath and then went to work.

Crix opened fire on the remaining droids. As he fired the droids fell inline hiding the second enemy from his view. He fired twice and both shots found their home in the droid closest to him. With a crackle of electricity, the droid shivered and fell, exposing the final droid.

Unfortunately, the droid was ready and as it's comrade collapsed it opened fire. Crix had managed to gain the droids full attention and he was forced to retreat behind the console he'd sliced. He reloaded hoping his Mandalorian companion would capitalize on the droids absentmindedness.

Once this last droid was down they'd be back on the search for hidden treasure on this wrecked freighter.

@Darasuum

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

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While normally Burkhart would have agreed with Crix in this instance he would just growl in disagreement. He had been getting a mixture of good and bad luck. Whenever things turned out in his favor they always first came with steep prices or less than comfortable situations. The Morling was starting to think that the whole luck thing was a double edged sword. He was mildly superstitious and when that sort of state of mind he was already too deep in his beliefs to stop believing in such things.

The man turned around the corner and took out one of the remaining droids. Burkhart did not look but could tell from the returning blaster fire that at least one of the droids remained. But Crix was in cover and pinned so the Mandalorian took that moment to come out of cover and fired his deck sweeper into the last standing automaton. In the blink of an eye blaster bolts impacted low in the stomach area of the droid and the recoil of the rapid firing weapon brought the damaging shots upwards to into the chest and one into its face, making a hole where the photo receptor had been.

With a clattering fall the heavy dead machine joined its kin on the deck of the ship. He looked over his shoulder at Crix to glance and see if he was alright. The smell of blaster scoring now filling the confined internal ship compartment. He spoke in a gruff tone mostly to himself. "Wot Tha bludy Void are soom karkin battle droids doin' on a merchant vessel like thas?" Not that it really mattered. But the concern did make him wonder about the events that had led up to the current state of the ship. There was more than met the eye on this scavenged vessel it would seem.

@Zay​

 

[Crix Dolan (TL8)]

Crix shrugged in response to Burkart's question, "I'd say poorly guarding this door."

The Rebel stepped through the door and over the slag heap they'd left behind. The main hold was dimly lit and several lights flickered sporadically casting shifting shadows down the looming corridors.

"Well, this place is creepy as hell." His eyes carefully scanned the walls, floor, and ceiling as they moved deeper into the belly of the ship. Blaster fire illuminated the darkness and Crix dove for cover. He came up behind a crate and prayed to every preternatural being he could think of that his cover wasn't an explosive. He'd worked with Burkhart enough to know The Morling was about to be pissed at the second wave of opposition. Crix hid a smile as he peeked around his cover.

Four more identical relic battle droids sprayed volleys of superheated plasma into the cargo hold. While out of date, this group seemed to have been awaiting the dynamic duo's arrival. Their formation was tighter and their fire was focused. They had a leader. Crix slipped behind cover and relayed the info to Burkhart. He tried to peek out a second time to spot the leader, but he was met with incoming fire. He shrank back behind cover and shifted to the other side of the crate, there was a console about a body length away, and Crix was tempted to go for it. He pulled the force into him and channeled it into his legs.

In a seamless motion, he burst out of cover aimed his Quickdraw and fired. He squeezed the trigger twice as his body slid across the slick metallic floor and safely behind cover. He'd managed to drop one of the four in his assault and he had a feeling Burkhart was about to open a can of whoop-ass on these fools.

"Alright, I'm starting to agree with you. It'd be nice to NOT get shot at for once!"

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

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Burkart would nudge some of the cold droid parts, making sure they were not going to get back up and try attacking them again. But they all seemed to be permanently turned off by the use of their blasters. "Yeaah. Is a bad thing ta die in space. Rather die quick if ah had a choice. Souls a tha dead might linger otherwise." He said with no small amount of spacer superstition.

As if to remark on his own cautious words blaster bolts struck out from down the corridor. One of them caught Burkhart in the right thigh. He flinched both from the surprise and the slight pain of the shot. Crix was small enough and light on his feet but Burkhart had been unlucky enough to be behind him so one of the shots aimed for him would hit the Morling. He raised his deck sweeper to return fire but another shot hit him in his right shoulder.

The force of the shots and the instincutal desire to recoil from the pain made him vier off to the left side of the bulkhead. He was out of direct line of sight from the droids at this point but his heavy frame almost slamed into the wall. "Not mooch fun when yer the one gettin shot!" He cursed, wondering if Crix was purposefully testing the mandalorian gods who were having their fun with Burkhart as punishment. There would be no can of whoop ass for the next moment as the large Field Marshal would have to right himself once again and look down at his wounds to see if he actually had to worry about them.

@Zay​

 

[The Storyteller]

The three droids were not the most efficient and they were not the most modern models but when you wanted a droid to be able to aim with some fair amount of accuracy and fire in a timely manner? Well you didn't need to be making a masterwork of robotic engineering; you just need a droid that knew where to point and when to pull the trigger.

These being rather old, however, meant that these droid weren't running as effectively as they should be.

Rather than ceasing fire, the droids instead continued to pour fire downrange even as they advanced. They weren't actually hitting anything currently but the air was filled with their blaster bolts as they hammered away at the location they had seen the Mandalorian fall/jump behind.

This might be effective as a way of keeping the Mandalorian pinned but the rifles being used weren't much better than the droids pulling the trigger so complications may very well arise soon.

@Darasuum

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

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Burkhart debated going back out and finishing off the last few but it seemed they all decided to empty their weapons into open air. Burkhart flinched as shots zipped past his cover causing him to curse in Mando'a. His big frame would still get hit if he exited cover in the slightest. It did not matter how accurate the droids were if they were just making a wall of blaster bolts.

He took out a fragmentation grenade and primed it to explode after two seconds. Chucking it hard against a wall he wanted it to rich bounce off the surface. He would throw it with enough force that it would be about six meters away from himself but still hopefully catch all three droid as they purposefully marched towards him while firing. Ideally they would not even notice the device. With that in mind he still braced for the explosion since it would be relatively close and still quite loud in the confined interior of the damaged ship.

@Nefieslab

 

[The Storyteller]

The droids were old and the droids were slow but... well that's actually about all that was really relevant really. They were old, they were slow and they weren't going to be able to react to the grenade in time because they were old and because they were old they were too slow to react.

All about causality.

The end result was that the hail of blaster fire came to an abrupt end when the grenade exploded, catching all three of the droids in it's blast radius rather handily. One of them was shredded entirely while the other two were knocked to the ground with several broken functions meaning they were hardly in a position to remain a threat.

@Darasuum

 

[Burkhart Kelborn]

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Boom, Burkhart's muscles tensed for a moment and he saw smoking shrapnel zoom passed and smoke rush into view. A half moment later the clattering of numerous metal bodies hit the floor. Peeking around the corner with his deck sweeper raised he saw the smoking skeleton like bodies of the archaic battle droid.

Sighing he leaned against the bulkhead. Hopefully there was not one hiding in the ship's toilet or something. He hated battle droids. Maybe not before today but now he definitely did. With the ship cleared out he would make sure Crix was alright. It looked like now that they had secured the ship there was just the matter of tidying up the mess. Their claimed cargo and the damages done to themselves and their equipment. Taking off his helmet he pulled out a thick cigara as big around as his thumb and lit the vice up. "All in a day's work." the Morling muttered as the smoke curled from his canine teeth.

♣ END THREAD♣​

@Nefieslab​