Ask Lothal Picking Up the Pieces

[Zad Ruzed]

Spoiler: Music OOC

The following morning, Zaia would wake up in a bed, Zad on a couch, though whether man or woman had gotten much sleep was another story. The former, who could say, but the latter had stayed awake more often than he had wanted to.

On Lothal, there was no sea outside the motel’s window with which to gaze upon, so Zad settled for the HV. He didn’t intend to wake his ward in the early morning, knowing she needed to rest her weary head, but watching a documentary on ocean life was somehow soothing for the Ranger.

I could live there, he thought as small fish swam with big fish and a scuba diver swam with both. Hiding in the ocean. No one can find me. No one can see me. Just me. Was that it? Am I… On that couch, Zad frowned, sipping from a glass of water in place of whisky. Am I…hiding?

He shook his head. That was a dumb theory. Ask the Trandoshan if you’re hiding, Zad Ruzed. That Trandoshan was awake, cuffed to a radiator in the room and already mouthing off insulting threats and threatening insults.

“Shut your pie hole, son,” the Ranger quipped. “That lady you tried to wack? She surely has a headache and you’re already giving me one.”

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[Zaia Krodas]

It felt like she’d slept an entire week, despite being rudely woken up by the Trandoshan’s crude language in the morning. She was oddly well-rested, and her previous day’s headache had been reduced to nothing more than a little swelling where the gangster had punched her. A good night’s sleep had done her well. Her thoughts were interrupted when the Trandoshan spat out some more ill thought out insults.

“You should take his advice,” Zaia said as she sat up and put on her slippers. Getting out of bed, she was pleasantly surprised to find that she didn’t have any trouble standing anymore. Happy with her discovery, she took off the bandage from her head and tossed the slightly-bloodied strip into the trash can right next to the Trandoshan. He let loose a few more obscenities, and she raised her eyebrows.

“If you don’t shut your trap I’m going to have to do it for you,” she informed him as she made her way over to her bag and pulled out the roll of medical tape, waving it for him to see. When he finally stopped talking, she sat down on the chair in front of the motel desk, pulling out a pair of socks from the bag and her boots from underneath the desk. She glanced over at Zad with a grin.

“How’re you holding up, old man?”

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[Zad Ruzed]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Zad caught the woman stir from her slumber to join the realm of the living, smiling at the way she brushed off her injuries as though they were made of dust. There was no denying it. One tough little lady, this one.

The Trandoshan didn’t seem to disagree, spending the next few moments watching an ocean documentary after realizing it would do him no good to splash water on his captors. Zad went back to watching it too. They had that much in common at least.

“Not bad— Wait. Old man?” His eyebrows frowned. It was one thing to tell yourself but a whole other thing to hear it from someone else. “I ain’t that old, kid. I’m just…” He blinked at the HV. It showed the scuba diver gliding toward the fossil of some large worn down something. “...Old…”

The Trandoshan snickered at that. He earned himself a splash on the head from the water in the Ranger’s glass, hissing. “I’m good. Recovered. Same as you, I reckon. This donut, though, not so much.”

Their captive made it his purpose in life to avoid eye contact now. You know where this is going, huh, dirtbag? “The Six Daggers.” That made the Trandoshan freeze up. “Not the most imaginative name, I reckon. They used to be 5S—Black Sun, Crimson Dawn, Crymorah, Hutt, Pyke—but got fed up and formed their own crew.”

Zad sipped from his water. Wet my whistle I wish this was whisky. “They’re all cloak and daggers, pun intended, using idiots like this one and those bank robbers to do their dirty deeds…and I aim to stop them.”

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[Zaia Krodas]

Zaia rolled her eyes when the Trandoshan snickered at Zad’s comment, winning him nothing more than a splash on the face. By then she was pretty much done putting on her gear. The same time her gauntlet clicked onto her wrist, she heard Zad mention something mysterious-sounding called “The Six Daggers.” And then she saw their prisoner stiffen up— even more interesting.

She put on her helmet and sat back in her chair as the ranger went on to elaborate about the organization’s history, and everything started to make sense. Zaia crossed her arms, watching in amusement as the Trandoshan’s expression grew more and more uncomfortable as Zad went on.

“And you, my friend, are going to help us.” She looked directly at the Trandoshan. Did she just invite herself into Zad’s mission? Yes. Was she simply doing it out of spite? Probably. Did their captive look very happy about it? No. In fact, he was now so interested in the diver picking up a seashell that he didn’t even seem to notice Zaia get up, walk over, and plop herself down right next to him. She elbowed him hard in the side, exactly the spot where he’d kicked her last night.

“So, whaddya say? Care to tell your friends that the deed is done and that you need a pickup?”

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[Zad Ruzed]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Zad wasn’t sure if he should be surprised or not at Zaia’s forwardness with this dirty business. Mandalorians knew a thing or two about such things, especially the ones who took to bounty hunting and mercenary work. But she doesn’t hit me as either.

It was just as well. If this Trandoshan di’kut knew her face and motel room, maybe even had followed her from the bank, then his bosses did and their bosses did. Girl’s got no choice, whether she knows it or not.

“ACKH!” Trandoshan winced at the elbow. Cursing in Huttese, the preferred language of those on the lower rung of Six on a ladder, he looked between his two captors as though his eyes were made of daggers.

“My masters don’t take too kindly to betrayal. I lie to them for you poodoos and I find myself floating like that scuba diver, only I’ll be upside—”

-WHACK!-

“ACKH!”

“Damn, hey, that does feel good!” Zad kissed his knuckles, Zaia having inspired him. Whether torture was her game or not, well, it was his. When the occasion calls for it. Maybe it does.

“Listen, balls for brains—and you do got balls, I’ll give you that—you’re gonna to take us to your leaders…or we’re gonna take you to them.” The Ranger shrugged as casually a seashell sits in sand. “I don’t know about you or her but, old as I am, this old man never gets tired of beating pricks like you up.”

d20 roll result for Trandoshan giving in: 13/20

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[Zaia Krodas]

If he hadn’t tried to kill her last night, Zaia would have felt sorry for the Trandoshan. That punch had to have been painful. While she normally wouldn’t condone using force against an unarmed prisoner, she was willing to make an exception in this particular case. Especially since it got them the result they wanted.

“Alright, alright, I’ll do it!” the Trandoshan hissed, raising his cuffed hands defensively. Zaia cocked her head. “Just don’t make it look like I helped you.”

“Oh, you won’t have to worry about that.”

As Zaia stood and pulled their captive up as well, she heard him mutter something. “Fools. You’re both fools.” She didn’t respond, and instead opened the door to march him out to the motel lobby. She made sure to shield the view of the cuffs so that no one would say anything.

“Zad, could you make sure this di’kut doesn’t run off when I take these off?” she asked. Then she removed the cuffs and gave the Trandoshan a push outside, ignoring the glare she got in return.

“Call your buddies. I promise it won’t look like you’re helping us,” she said with a smirk. He couldn’t see it, but he’d sure be able to hear it in her voice.

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[Zad Ruzed]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Well, that was easier than any Sector Ranger might have considered. Still, the Trandoshan was probably keeping a card up his sleeve or something.

Maybe he thought he could escape down the road, or that he could talk his way out of getting executed, or he could lead his captors into a trap. It didn’t matter. Right now, he was theirs, not the other way around.

“Who’s the bigger fool?” Zad asked after Zaia did not respond, grabbing his own gear. It wasn’t much. “The fool or the fool who gets fooled by the fool?”

While at least one Ranger and one Dagger crossed their brows trying to figure out whatever the hell that meant, the former flicked the snout of the latter and was met with a hiss. “Eh, if he does run, he won’t get far.”

With that, Zad pulled back one side of his coat to introduce Trando to the Proposition holstered at his hip. That was met with a hiss.

“Fine fine,” the assassin relented, not too cooperatively, which earned him a smile. “It’s your skin.”

And yours, Zad reassured himself, keeping his prisoner in check as much as their surroundings.

“Elgo, Elgo, it’s me—yes, me—no, not him—yes, Hovro—no, the other Hovro—yes, from the disco—no, no, it's not a spam risk—yes—”

That went on for some more seconds, enough for Zad to roll his eyes and give Zaia a look like ‘should we shoot his shins or..?’

“—No—Yes—Correct—Deed is done—Huh?—Job, I mean the job is done—Yes—Okay—Sure—Yes—Yep, she’s sleeping with the seashells, heheh—Sure, sure—Nah, nope, I don’t need a burrito, not hungry—”

So on and so forth, Trando closed the comm and smiled at his captors, tongue sliding over lip. “It is done. They’re on their way.”

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[Zaia Krodas]

Zaia glanced back at Zad as she listened to the very one-sided call. Is he joking? But she did feel a little hungry herself when the Trandoshan mentioned not needing a burrito. I would have gladly taken it.

Instead, she kept quiet and stood next to Zad, crossing her arms as she waited for the other gangsters to pick up their friend. A few minutes passed, and she wondered if they were even going to show up. The thought of food still lingered on her mind, but there were more pressing things to worry about.

“Psst, Zad. How do you think we’ll convince them to bring us to their base?” she whispered, eyeing the Trandoshan, who was peeking around the corner. “He was hard enough to convince, and-”

Just then, an armored truck drove out from the street their captive had been looking in and rolled to a stop in front of the three. The side door opened, and five very muscular Zabraks with metal clubs stepped out to greet them. This… is not what I was expecting. She exchanged a quick look with Zad, her mind racing to try and come up with a plan. It didn’t seem like violent coercion would work with these few, she thought with disappointment. Maybe she’d have to shoot the Trandoshan later.

“Who’re they?” one of the gangsters asked, and before the Trandoshan could respond, Zaia stepped in front of him instead.

“We were the ones who helped him kill the girl,” she said, glancing back at Zad. “Turns out we and your friend here had, erm, similar interests.” Zaia planted her feet firmly in the ground, crossing her arms. “She was causing us trouble too.”

The guard hesitated for a moment, looking between her and Zad, then turned to the Trandoshan.

“They telling the truth?”

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[Zad Ruzed]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Zaia had a good question all right. It was enough to make her partner rub the stubble on his chinny-chin-chin. Truth be told, he was hedging his bets that this mysterious ‘burrito’ was either a codeword or a nonsensical word in between codewords to make it look like it wasn’t a codeword and, well, that was stellar. That’s how the Ranger got shit done.

“Yeah he was a little hard to convince,” he shrugged. “All else fails…we can tumble dice?” Fate was often decided by a roll of the dice, after all, whether six out of six or thirteen out of twenty.

He only just then paid attention to the armored truck, having been busy staring at a wall. Right on time. Here we go. Relaxing hand on hip, Zad was ripe and ready to let his best friend open up with some dialogue but, turns out, Zaia did that instead. Uh-oh.

She put on the pose that the pair were assistant assassins and, if he wanted to give more away, Zad would have shaken his head. He just sucked air between his lips instead. Cut her some slack. Mandos ain’t the most subtle.

Fortunately, these five Zabraks were apparently as dumb as that wall and their clubs so no cards lost. Or dice, for that matter. Zaia looked left, Zad looked right, Zabraks looked forward, Trandoshan looked like he had just tripped into a piece of cake as he licked his lips.

“THEY CUFFED ME TO A RADIATOR AND TRIED TO—”

-WHACK!-

“ACKH!”

Zad backfisted Mr. Trandoshan, spewing blood from his nose right as the Zabraks rushed forward swinging clubs. Here we go.

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[Zaia Krodas]

“Oops.” The word slipped from her lips as Zad smacked the Trandoshan in the face with the back of his fist. At their former captive’s words and what they’d just witnessed in front of them, the Zabraks finally seemed to catch on and charged at her and Zad with the clubs.

Two of them decided that wildly swinging their clubs in opposite directions was a good idea, and all Zaia had to do was jump up and out of the way with a little help from her jetpack at the right time for the pair to take themselves down. One club met the other wielder’s head, and they both dropped down like sacks of stone.

Zaia was about to turn to a third when something knocked into her back. Catching herself as she stumbled forward a few steps, she whirled around to face the Trandoshan. This time he looked even more angry than he had last night.

“Ready for round two?” she teased before he hissed an insult in what she knew now was Huttese(she was getting used to that by now) and leaped forward to land a punch. It seemed as if he was expecting her to be like how she was last night, taken by surprise and relatively defenseless. Unfortunately for him, she wasn’t going to let that happen again.

Zaia used his outstretched arm to pull herself around him, then gave him a hard punch where his head met his neck. Before he could say or do anything else, she kicked him on the lower back so he fell to his knees.

“I win this time,” she said smugly, then kicked him in the temple to knock him out. Turning back to look at where Zad was, she hoped that he was doing alright.

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[Zad Ruzed]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Were Zad anyone but himself he might have stepped back to let the only Mandalorian in the party handle all of this nonsense solo. That’s what her people generally did, right? Especially in armor and jetpacks. Zad, though, as much as he liked to protect the innocent, he loved to pummel the guilty.

A backward fist turned into a forward fist as one of three Zabraks still standing came at him. It was pure luck that knuckles popped knuckles and the Zabrak lost grip on his weapon, the club crashing to the ground. Zad’s other fist went for the jaw as originally intended and then it was his opponent’s turn to crash.

Two more came at the Ranger just then, swinging wildly. He reached into his jacket, hand on handle, but it was no blaster. The truncheon swung up, blocked both clubs, and then the whole thing became a kind of sword fight.

This must be what Mandalorian sword fights feel like! That was likely not true. Zad’s truncheon swung left, swiped a club aside as another flew toward his head. He ducked, thrust truncheon forward, poked a Zabrak in the stomach. Jedi vs. Sith more like.

The thought came with a cost. A club whacked Zad in the shoulder and it hurt like a sumbitch. Taking it toward the back, he also found himself spinning toward the same wall he had been staring at. Too old for this shit! Now he was staring at that club as it came for his face.

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[Zaia Krodas]

Zaia looked over to see Zad dueling with the two remaining Zabraks. He seemed to be doing quite well, striking at one Zabrak’s stomach, until he was hit on the shoulder and fell back to the wall. Uh oh.

Zaia started into a run, hoping that she would be able to get there in time. One of the two Zabraks was preparing for a hit to the head with his club, and she realized that there was no way she’d be able to make it on foot. As the other gangster spotted her jump into the air with her jetpack, he shouted a warning, but not before she managed to get in front of Zad in the nick of time and yank the club out of the first Zabrak’s grip.

“Not today, you won’t,” she said through gritted teeth as she swung the weapon at him to drive him away from Zad. She glanced back briefly to check on him, but the second Zabrak took the chance to charge into her side and knock her off her feet. The club flew out of her hands and back into those of the first Zabrak. With a growl, he made his way over to her as she tried to throw the other Zabrak off, and hit her in just the right angle so that her helmet flew off, revealing her face. Dank farrik.

“It’s her!”

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[Zad Ruzed]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Just when he thought he was about to have a taste of his own medicine, blinking for bedtime, the Mandalorian came to the Ranger’s rescue. Now it was Zaia who needed Zad to rescue her.

His opponent armed once again, Zad darted over. The Zabrak raised his club for Zaia just as Zad raised his truncheon for the Zabrak. Zad was faster. The Zabrak had his arm whacked with a brutal blow and to hell with old age. He barreled into his buddy who had just removed the Mandalorian’s helmet.

“On your feet, soldier!” The Ranger extended his free hand so that the two could square off with their enemies. “I’ll take left, you take right, say good night, Zabraks, all right?” He drummed his truncheon into his palm.

“You shall meet your most fatal end, my pathetically doomed foes!” Lefty jabbed a finger. “Resistance is futile! The Six Daggers shall prevail! It is time for the bells of annihilation to chime! AHAHAAA!”

Zad looked left, looked right, burst out laughing. Unfortunately, the laughing turned into coughing and, well, Zaia knew what that meant.


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[Zaia Krodas]

Zaia closed her eyes and braced for the pain of the club coming down on her head, but the blow never landed. Instead, she heard someone- Zad- tackle the Zabrak that was about to finish what the Trandoshan had attempted to start.

She looked up to see Zad offering his hand, and she took it with a grin, pulling herself up to her feet.

“You got it,” she said, curling her fingers into fists. One of the Zabraks made a comment that caused Zad to laugh and Zaia to roll her eyes, though the former descended into a coughing fit once again. I should buy him a bag of cough drops to keep for himself after this.

One of the Zabraks made a move for Zad, and Zaia swiftly stabbed him in the chest to stop him. The other, looking enraged, swung his club at her head. She ducked and grabbed him by the wrist, kneed him in the spot where it hurt most, took the club out of his hand and whacked him in the head with his own weapon as he dropped to the ground. All five Zabraks down, Zaia walked over and picked up her helmet, putting it back on. She heard a whirring sound, and saw the driver of the truck lowering the window to point a blaster at her. He was dead before his finger found the trigger, and Zaia pocketed her own gun as she headed back over to Zad.

“So… are we taking this to their base?” she asked, pointing to the truck with her thumb. “There should be a map or something in there. I hope.” She was about to say more when she heard the sound of sirens in the distance. Why couldn’t they have been this fast last time? She glanced at the gangsters on the ground, back at Zad, then at the truck. “You coming?”

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[Zad Ruzed]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Zad finally got a hold of himself, the blaster shot jerking him to his feet. Zaia, though, had already taken care of business.

“I’ll drive. You got shotgun, kid.” The truck was indeed part of the plan as much as the package inside it. Outside it, now. “Let me just grab our friend here.” The Ranger grabbed a groaning Zabrak and sat him down in between Zad and Zaia.

“He’ll be our navigator and insurance policy. Won’t you, pilgrim?” Their friend continued to groan. The vehicle displayed the map and whirred away from the peacekeepers after the crime fighters finished up.

Zad's plan was to signal the authorities to serve as reinforcements when it was time to breach the compound. As a Sector Ranger he could explain himself and cooperate with the local law to bring down some criminals, however minor. For Zad, it was personal.

Some time later, the vehicle came to a halt in front of an abandoned mining facility in the mountains. Guards on the outside while underground was the perfect hive for six gangsters. A Ranger heard quite a few stories at a cop bar and these Daggers had apparently no regard for authority. Until now. I got Ranger Zaia beside me now.

“We can call for backup and close in, sneak in like Jedi, or use our Zabrak buddy to convince our way in at the checkpoint, pretend we’re new. I mean, you're a Mandalorian, and one Mandalorian said I look like a Mandalorian he knows so we definitely look the part.”

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[Zaia Krodas]

Zaia opened the truck door and pulled the driver out of his seat to make room for her and Zad. “Sounds like a plan,” she said, grinning as she hopped into the passenger seat beside the Ranger and the Zabrak. She pulled out a blaster and looked out the window for any sign of trouble on the ride, but no one seemed interested in stopping them. That made her wonder just how long the Daggers had been here for that no one even bothered to try.

They’d pulled to a stop in front of an abandoned mine, and Zaia nodded at each of Zad’s suggestions.

“I’d prefer to blast my way in, but you’re probably right,” she conceded. She eyed him skeptically through her visor when he mentioned his friend saying he looked like a Mandalorian. She could see him in beskar… kind of. Well, if these guards had the same mental capacity as the Zabraks from earlier, Zaia was pretty sure that they would believe whatever they heard. And this time, the Trandoshan, or in this case the Zabrak, wasn’t fully awake to ruin their story.

She slung one of the Zabrak’s arms over her shoulder, hoping that Zad would take the other to give the illusion that they were helping him. She made her way over to the helmeted guards at the entrance, giving them a nod of greeting as they approached.

“What happened to him? And who are you two? I haven’t seen you around before.” One of the guards prodded the Zabrak’s chest with the barrel of his rifle before looking at Zad and Zaia. These di’kuts are more stupid than I thought.

“He had one too many drinks at the bar,” said Zaia, trying to sound convincing. “And uh, we’re new recruits. He was supposed to be giving us a tour of this place since we just joined and all, but it doesn’t look like he’s up for it anymore.” She shrugged, glancing briefly at the Zabrak and then at Zad. Hopefully the guard would believe her. If not, there would be a blaster in his face soon enough.

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[Zad Ruzed]

Spoiler: Music OOC

One good thing about Zaia’s decision on how to approach the compound was that they had the element of surprise. The Daggers wouldn’t be expecting an outright assault. That Trandoshan had been incognito so few would have known about picking him up, while he and his friends got picked up by Lothal’s peacekeepers.

So Zad Ruzed played it safe and played along, hoping they remember to etch both Z’s onto his tombstone someday. “Howdy,” he greeted the guards immediately. Meanwhile the Zabrak groaned in protest to having his chest prodded.

As Zaia worked her charm, Zad stood there smiling at the guards as much as what he had hidden on his hip behind his coat.

The guards looked at each other, stared at Zad and Zaia, then at the Zabrak between them. “Oh, duck my druk, is that Lenny? Oh, yeah, this dumbass is always coming back wasted or hungover, that one or the other, you’ll get used to it. Or not. Whatever." The guard shrugged.

"So this guy is your guide, huh? LOL! Head on in.” The other guard waved his blaster forward.

That easy, huh? Zad didn’t feel like one to stand on ceremony here. Signaling to Zaia, he would proceed to take Lenny into the compound. Easy, partner. Easy. Lenny's keycard got them inside. They faced a staircase leading underground and an elevator beside it.

"Don't worry, Lenny!" Zad emphasized as he worked his new best friend into the lift. "We're gonna get you taken care of, pardner!" Searched the console for the right floor. "Yep, gonna get you some coffee, a hot shower, bowl o' buttered biscuits..."

"Wait..." The guard slowly turned around.

"...That ain't Lenny..." The other guard raised his blaster.

Butter my biscuits— PICK A FLOOR, ZAD RUZED.


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[Zaia Krodas]

Somehow the guards had bought it! Zaia let out the breath that she’d been holding and followed Zad in at his gesture after the two guards bid them entrance. Apparently the Zabrak’s name was Lenny… or maybe not, she found out as she got inside the elevator alongside the Ranger. Just in time too— the other guards were turning around and raising their blasters. Took them long enough to catch on.

“Zad…” Zaia eyed the guards as they ran over, then practically slammed the “close-door” button of the lift with her finger. The Zabrak nearly fell over on her side in the process, but he was the least of her concerns at the moment. Fortunately, the doors shut at the very last minute, leading to some pretty angry shouts and loud banging before she pressed a random button to get them out of there. The knocking on the door ceased as the elevator began to descend, and Zaia looked over at her companion in relief.

“That was close. Hopefully this’ll take us to a…” Her voice faded as the doors opened, revealing what could only be a common room full of drunk thugs with clubs and blasters looking in their direction. One towards the back of the room even held a beeping thermal detonator in their palm. “A better spot.”

Before she could muster a warning, the idiot thug had already thrown it in the direction of the elevator. Zaia barely had time to shove Zad out of the way and get out of the lift herself before the device exploded, rocking the entire room and sending small pieces of the ceiling crumbling down. Their Zabrak friend wasn’t so lucky… but now they had an entire room of hostile drunk gangsters to deal with.

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[Zad Ruzed]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Zad had to remember to beat himself up when all of this was over. He had lost count how many times he had screwed up. Not counting today, damn it. He didn’t have time to mope much more about it as the doors opened and the club room of the moron platoon stared the elevator down.

The explosion that ensued was not anything ideal, especially in an abandoned mining system as this one, but the structure was sophisticated enough as debris rained down for a moment or two. More deserving of attention was the room full of idiot thugs.

“Dang, we sure know how to pick ‘em, don’t we, Ms. Mando?” It was a good day for a cigarette but Zad couldn’t light one up yet. One hand cradled his Proposition while the other stroked the stubble on his chin.

“I’M HALF TRANDOSHAN” cried someone who looked suspiciously Bothan from head to toe. He charged, swinging his boot for Zaia’s head.

Having no time to question that, Zad focused on the rest of the room. Someone shot a blaster. That was after a bolt from Zad’s shot the shooter’s hand. Another blaster went off, this bolt toward the wall. That bolt toward this pie on that counter.

“NO NO NOOOOO YOU IDIOTS” Cried a lady Zabrak standing atop a table. “WE’RE TOO DRUNK TO SHOOT. CHAAAARGE!”

All at once, the mob roared like an ocean toward Zad and Zaia.

“I’M FAT” cried a suspiciously skinny Human.

“Oh boy, here we go again…” Rolling his eyes, the Ranger retrieved his truncheon and went to whackin’ skulls and crackin’ bones. Mowing these morons down with the Proposition just felt...wrong.


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[Zaia Krodas]

Zaia could only shake her head at Zad’s comment before she grabbed the lower leg of the (definitely not Trandoshan) Bothan and swung him into another thug trying to smash a mug on her head. The cup fell out of their hand and its contents spilled out onto the floor, leading to a human gangster very ungracefully slipping and falling over when Zad shot at someone. These guys really are drunk.

A female Zabrak yelled for the thugs to charge, and Zaia sighed. She almost felt bad for them.

“Here we go,” she agreed, shifting into a defensive stance as the wave of thugs rushed forward. Zaia prepared to punch a twi-lek in the neck before something else barreled into him and knocked him over, tussling on the ground.

“I saw them first, so I get to fight them!” screamed the Talpini as he battered the twi-lek with his bare fists. Zaia stared at the pair for a second, wondering if she should break it up or something when a pair of Tognath came at her with vibroblades. She was able to knock one of them back, but not before the other slashed his weapon wildly at her. A jolt of pain as the blade cut her upper leg caused her to lose balance for a moment, but she was able to elbow the other Tognath to the ground. She hadn’t hit him hard, but he was probably so intoxicated that he didn’t get up from his spot on the floor. Not her problem.

That was when Zaia saw a Mythrol jump at Zad from on top of a table as if he were a bird, flapping his arms as he fell.

“THIS IS FOR MY PIEEE!” Zaia blinked a few times before turning around at a scraping noise behind her. A human had pulled out a chair, and it was flying straight at her. She knocked it aside when it came close, then dusted her hands off, looking to see if Zad was doing okay in this mess.

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