Pieces

[Cale]

It was strange, being alone again after having the company of a wild band of misfits. It was almost uncomfortable, turning your head to make comment on something you'd seen and finding no-one there. Amaya had never really felt lonely before. She'd always been surrounded by people. And now, there was nobody. They'd all gone their separate ways for the time being, leaving her with her meager possessions, which amounted to a blaster, her armour, a spare set of clothes and no way off this damn planet she'd found herself on.

She even missed Kalen, if only for a brief moment when she felt the desire to hit somebody. He'd been good for that.

She was alone, and it was making her cranky. As was the man who'd been following her for the last few days. She didn't know what he wanted, but it was only luck that had meant that she spotted him. Twice. She'd been more careful in watching after that and had noticed he was practically everywhere she was. Not obviously. He was just walking past. Or having dinner nearby.

It was starting to worry her. She could take one man, but this implied organisation and planning. Which meant he probably had help. Never a good thing.

"What are you getting yourself into, princess?" She muttered as she turned a corner. So preoccupied was she that she didn't notice the other man in front of her until it was too late to stop and they collided.

 

[DevinIsFTL]

It was almost barely noticeable, the bumb that he felt in his lower back. At first he thought those young street rats had come back to pick more fun at the giant of a man, and resumed throwing rocks at him.
Razif Soral reared his large, shaggy, hooded red head to peer down at what looked like an attractive young woman. He pulled his weather cloak tighter around his enormous bulk, but some would call it a weather tent considering the man's size.

She had a scrappy look about her, but Razif could tell that she was not of the same breed as he, not the same durasteel thick hide tempered by slavery and torture that he had been raised on. But it was obvious that she would not be dispatched as easily as someone else of her size, weight, and age.

Razif had taken a liking to her for some odd reason, he couldn't quite put his finger on it...
OF COURSE! She was Amaya Kevara! The Outer Rim Champion of Shockboxing!
This above all else caught his attention. Wondering how she would fare if she spared with someone of his size and strength

Razif pushed his hood down and performed his customary greeting of cracking his neck and knuckles, flexing his knotted muscles, and stated...

"You had better watch where you are walking, it can be rather dangerous around these parts for someone like you. My name is Razif, Razif Soral. It is nice to meet you."
At this Razif tried his best to do something he so rarely did, smile. he extended a mammoth hand for a handshake only to realize that he still had his Shockboxing gloves on from the training he was doing an hour earlier. It must have slipped his mind to take them off. he hastily withdrew his hand profusely stammering an apology.

 

[Wit]

There were good days, there were bad days, and then there were days that just hovered in between and made you wish for nothing but an end to the boredom that was their defining quality. For almost a week now Hal was stuck in a cycle of such days, hours spent wandering the streets, eating, sleeping, drinking, simply existing but accomplishing nothing. And it was not like there was a dearth of things for him to accomplish, the Force it seemed simply wanted him here, waiting for something. And it was the anticipation, his own mixed in with and amplified by the sense of the same that he got from the Force.

So here he was, wandering the streets, a bag full of food in his hands, his mind wandering. So much so that he didn't notice the child running past him, jumping out of the way at just the last moment, only to have the bag fly out of his hands and spill its contents all over the sidewalk. Hal himself almost ran into a Wookiee cub of a man, somehow dodging around him to only run straight into the blonde woman the man seemed to be talking with.

Three almost impacts in quick succession left him off balance on his feet and as luck would have it his foot landed on one of the very fruits that had spilled from his bag. The next instant he was falling backwards, somehow managing to steady himself and settle down into a seating position, his eyes moving upwards to seek the duo in front of him. Seeing the blonde woman in front of him, he felt something click within the Force, something told him this might be what he was waiting for, slipping on fruit and making a fool of himself in front of another pretty girl. At the same time he couldn't help but remember the last time he had been in the company of a blonde and the condition he had ended up in. If another beating was what the Force had been guiding him towards then he might have to start questioning his faith in it.

"You're standing on my fruit." The statement aimed at the man and woman alike, though his eyes were locked on the woman's face.

 

[Cale]

The walking slab of beef was tall. Very tall. Like a wookie. That was the Princess of Power Armor's first thoughts. Her second, third and fourth were informed by the staring, followed by the cracking of the neck and knuckles. And all of those thoughts were "Danger. Immanent fight." Instincts born of a life-time of combat training kicked in, shifting her center of balance and setting her feet in preparation. It didn't even occur to her to be afraid of the human. She'd fought most of the nastier species in the galaxy, half of whom were built in the exact same manner as Razif.

More importantly, she'd won.

The sudden impact of a second person surprised her a little, as he flung himself at her from around the meat mountain, and bounced off. The red-headed assailant fell backwards, but somehow managed to look like it was deliberate. His comment about the fruit made her laugh briefly with the absurdity of it, but the laugh was cut short as Razif extended a hand. Amaya's attention immediately focused back on the threat, and it was only as he introduced himself that she relaxed a little.

"Nice gloves there, Razif. You're a boxer then?" She smiled, all teeth. "And I can take care of myself."

She flicked back to Hal. "Babes, you're sitting in your fruit. You might want to think about that for a second before it gets all sticky."

 

[DevinIsFTL]

Leering back at the man sitting in his own food, Razif stifled a laugh and turned his titanic form around and simultaneously removed the left glove and extended his hand to the man on the ground, whom Razif had not noticed before hand. He looked...experienced was the word? Razif could not place it, a rare laps in his analytical ability.

Waiting for the man to take his hand he looked back at the young woman and continued his conversation.

"Yes as a matter of fact I was the undefeated champion of Nar Shadda before I left, and forgive me for assuming that you could not defend yourself, your appearance gives evidence to the contrary."

What a treat! Thought Razif, It has been far too long since I last had a worthy opponent to test my skills verses, but that would be bad right? to challenge her to a sparing match here and now? No. I must wait for more a appropriate time and place.

This was truly strange for Razif Soral. For a woman to not run shrieking away from him was quite a sight, she must be made of sterner stuff it seems.

Razif was clearly impressed, and very intrigued.

 

[Wit]

Grasping the extended hand, Hal pulled himself up to his feet, scooping up an unspoiled fruit as he rose and tossing it into the man's hand just as he let go. "Thanks."

Dusting of his clothes, noticing the sticky spots on them from the squashed fruits, he turned towards the blonde with a grin on his face. "That's the beauty of ownership, I can't really get mad with myself for spoiling my own fruit, can I? You two on the other hand, fair play I say." Chuckling at his own absurd humour, he bent to pick up the now half empty bag, his eyes drawn to a nondescript, green skinned man standing in the distance as straightened. A shiver ran up his spine as he locked eyes with the man over the blonde's shoulder. Suddenly more on the alert than he had been a moment earlier, the smile slipped from his face as he stepped past the woman to get a better look at the man, only for him to vanish into the crowd.

"My fruits didn't get ruined because you were in a rush to get to the loo, did they?" turning around he locked eyes with the woman, "You were running from someone. A green skinned someone maybe?"

 

[DevinIsFTL]

The fruit landed squarely into Razif's palm, he took a hefty bite from the sweet juicy fruit as he absentmindedly listened to the humor being undertaken. He chewed slowly and scanned the crowds as he did.
something that Razif enjoyed about his towering height was that he could scan whole crowds as easily as he himself was. And as a result of this, Razif was able to see the green skinned someone in question.

"Bah! Razif runs from no fight! I am sure that our friend here is of the same mind. And if this foe is beneath her, allow me to grind his skull into the pavement."

Razif Clenched his fist carrying the remains of the fruit, it was crushed in his hand and dripped down his knuckles, some of it onto his cloak, but he did not seem to care. Razif himself almost seemed to snarl and began to grin ear to ear, he would love an opportunity to show these new...compatriots? perhaps now they are merely acquaintances, but regardless. Razif wanted to prove that he was the undisputed greatest hand-to-hand combatant of the galaxy. To feel the weight of his fist crashing into flesh and bone rather than the padded training droids he was used to.

He had easily dispatched anyone who wished to face him in the gym that he was practicing at while on this planet, he wished that the stock of fighters were more of his caliber. Maybe then the wait for a new bounty target would not feel so painfully long.

 

[Cale]

The sudden shift in topic made Amaya uncomfortable. Especially the insight the red-head had, even if his interpretation wasn't entirely correct. At least, not in her mind. She didn't run, she carefully avoided an ambush that might lead her to ruin. It all made sense, if you just thought about it. And if you were her. Which was really the trouble she had with a lot of things; they made sense to her, but she was the only one who truly knew her mind.

She gave a shrug at Razif's commen, as if to imply that running from a fight hadn't even occurred to her. "Your offer is very sweet, babes. But what I wanna know is who else is with him. Why they're following me is secondary to that. Still important, but less so."

With a brief glance at Hal, she relaxed a little, allowing the tnesion to escape. This was not yet a fight, and perhaps her new acquaintances might prove beneficial for her safety. "So what brings the pair of you to this awful rock?"

 

[DevinIsFTL]

How disappointing thought Razif, He had hoped for some measure of approval such that he could brutalize the green person in question.

Razif honestly had to stop and think for moment, hand on his chin supported by his other arm, about why he had come to this miserable mud ball. With all the various dubious characters on this planet, Razif assumed that finding a bounty would have been easy. Perhaps it was merely a work of his own fiction, but Razif assumed that there would be some kind of master of an unknown combat art that he could learn. or maybe even challenge them to test how far he had come in his goal to becoming the greatest hand to hand combatant the galaxy has or will ever know.

"I have come here in search of employment. I tend to being a Bounty Hunter or mercenary. But my purpose is to travel the galaxy and become the greatest hand-to-hand combatant to ever live!"

The passion in Razif's voice rose to a fever pitch as he reached the end of his sentence. Razif, with fire in his eyes, reared on the girl. Practically bellowing at this point.

"Why don't we just take take them here and now? your assailant would never expect you to accrue impromptu allies, especially ones as formidable as us!

At this point, Razif had resumed searching the crowd for the green person, but this time, he eluded Razif's gaze...

 

[Bee]

Another crummy city on another crummy planet. Undercover work, for the most part, was nowhere near as glamorous - not to mention interesting - as the holo-films had led her to believe. Then again, she'd been in the intelligence game for months; the soul crushing boredom of working on the Empire's various extraplanetary outposts was by no means new, nor did she expect it to change. A week of new, depressing scenery behind her, Vica opted to take in the miserable sights of the town - trolling for food, for entertainment, for a fight; anything at all that might hold her interest - before taking her leave of the place, though her expectations were appropriately low. She wandered for a few hours, sated her hunger, and even bought a flimsy little flip-knife off a roadside vendor, admiring the way the no doubt dull, rainbow-colored blade shined in the light.

And then, through some strange stroke of Force or fortune, she'd found Hal. He meant nothing to her, relatively speaking. But his face was familiar, and the number he'd done on her shoes - on her nice, new boots that she'd thrown into the compactor after he vomited all over them - was something she'd never forget. They'd been good boots. Replaceable, sure, but it wasn't as though they grew on trees.

Then again, one didn't become the Cartel's top bounty hunter without accruing a healthy stash of credits to throw around. Still, buying another pair had been frustrating, though that didn't stop her any. Observing the trio of misfits in stunned silence, confused at the ridiculousness that seemed to be unfolding like a screwed up holo-drama, she shoved her hands into the pockets of her bomber jacket and grinned, making a slow but confident approach.

"Wow. Yeah. So formidable." The sarcasm was unmistakable, her green eyes focusing on each of them in turn. "A waif, a moron, and a hairless Wookiee. I'm sure you guys'll strike fear into the hearts of those kids who just ran by." The blonde had little right to be calling anyone a waif, in fairness, but it wasn't as though she knew the other woman to call her what she was: a bored, rich daddy's girl.

 

[Wit]

Hal, though he was standing right next to the Wookiee-man as he spoke, was not really paying attention to what the big man was saying. His mind was elsewhere, a sudden trickle of awareness in the back of his mind drawing his attention away from the exchange going on around him. Whatever it was, and he couldn't put his finger on it no matter how hard he tried, it was making him feel very uncomfortable.

His brain started going through possible scenarios, most of them revolving around some form of unpleasantries delivered by the green skinned stalker he had noticed. So the sudden appearance of his tormentress from Tatooine was so unexpected that he almost jumped out of his skin. As it was, in his hurry to turn around and make sure it was really her he didn't notice the piece of fruit his leg was settling on and suddenly found the ground slipping away from under him as he landed on his backside once more. What was more, in his clumsy collapse, the bag of fruit had flown free from his hands, its contents splattering the trio around him. A particularly large percentage landed on Vica, ruining her clothes, and much to Hal's amusement and dread, her boots.

Staring from her boots to her face, a look of pure incredulity on his face, Hal had to use all his self-control to not burst out laughing, as it was a smile had started to tug at the corners of his mouth.

"Ahh...You're gonna beat me up again, aren't you?"

 

[DevinIsFTL]

Razif's reaction to this woman sauntering up and snidely insulting not only himself, but his new found friends whom he quite frankly enjoyed very much, was nothing short of volcanic. Enraged would not begin to describe the expression spreading across his face. spluttering and fuming with rage, he struggled to keep his voice at an appropriate public volume.

"If you would like, I could strike my fist into YOUR heart, or perhaps I shall tear your head clean off your shoulders! maybe that would you teach you some manners! I could grind your ribs into dust and cave your skull in under the weight of my boot alone!" It was at this point that he chastised himself for being so hot-headed. He knew he was not the most powerful being in the galaxy, and he loathed to admit it. it would be pertinent not to be picking random fights with someone that would be willing to insult him in the first place, and with his friend in danger to boot. "Were I not in company that I find some enjoyment in, I would not hesitate to smash you into the dirt and leave you there."

He takes a side long glance at his new allies, looking to see if they are as deeply wounded as he is, as ready to spring into a murderous brawl as he is. But alas, they stand chuckling and smiling at the humor of her statement and of the comical situation with the fruit. It only hurt his pride even more to see how childish he had acted on reflex. he hated to be insulted, how he lived with the constant abuse growing up, both physical, mental, and verbal. So although he would never admit it, Razif was down right petty when it came to calling him out. At this Razif Began to crack his knuckles, roll his shoulders, and grind his teeth, wanting nothing more than to toss this unfathomably rude woman across the street like a rag doll. he relished the thoughts of cracking her arms like twigs, slamming his fist over and over into her face and gut driving her to apologize until the same time the next day. He drew his weather cloak tighter around his personage, at this point, it hugged his shoulders tightly and he sat in silence, clenched fists and narrowed eyes as he nursed his wounded pride.

 

[Cale]

Another voice added to the mix. A female one this time. One that apparently seemed to know the other two. She didn't know what the hell was going on right now, but it seemed she'd walked into a farce of some description. And not a particularly entertaining one. The waif comment was kind of aggravating, but it wasn't really an insult. Not like the wookie or the moron. Who seemed either oblivious or just happy to accept his role.

Then, of course, there was Razif, who really seemed like an over-eager puppy, willing to bite at anything. And then sulk when shown the slightest hint of cruelty.

"I take it this is your moron then?" Amaya said, glancing from the newcomer to Hal and back. "He's cute, but really, you should probably keep him on a leash. He gets himself into trouble far too easily."

 

[Bee]

Luckily, fruit wasn't exactly the sort of vile, toxic substance that vomit was. Getting her shoes covered in the stuff was inconvenient, sure, but it wasn't infuriating - and as far as she could tell, it wouldn't do much to ruin the leather. Bile was acidic. Fruit was just.. well, full of sugar. With a slight telekinetic push, Vica successfully nudged the errant spheres of overripe detritus away from her clothing, though a bit of it splattered on her hand as they landed on the hard, dirty ground with an audible squishing sound. With her presence deftly buried, she sent out a fairly minor ripple in the Force, while what remained of her aura seemed a bit muddy, but not especially dark. It was a good trick, though why she bothered, she really didn't know.

"Uh, thinkin' about it," Vica offered to Hal, shrugging her shoulders as she shoved her hands back into the pockets of her coat. With both lightsabers accounted for, she was feeling confident. Then again, it wasn't as though Hal had put up much of a fight last time, and she'd only assaulted him with closed fists and a handful of nasty words. He'd deserved it, though. Not only had he ruined her clothing, he'd assaulted some poor tail head in an attempt to make amends. True drunk logic, that. Or maybe he really was just a moron. "Chaos, no. I don't deal in.. redheads." Speaking the word with derision, she wrinkled her nose. The waif, Vica decided, was kind of okay. Hal was a nuisance. And the big guy, whoever the hell he was, was funny.

Eyebrows raising in mock surprise, she removed her hands from her pockets and opened her empty palms, inviting the stranger to make good on his words. Tylas was the antagonistic one in their relationship, picking fights with strangers in diners and bars. Had it rubbed off on her, then? Vica didn't know, nor did she really mind the idea that it had. "Probably not, no. You Sith or somethin'? Ripping out people's hearts sounds like something they'd do." Vica, to her credit, had yet to remove anyone's heart from their body without consent. Not yet, anyway.

 

[DevinIsFTL]

At this, Razif puffed out his chest and removed his cloak, displaying his truly herculean physique and stated.

"I am no Sith! I am Razif Soral! The greatest hand to hand duelist to ever live! I remain undefeated in any weaponless duel! I have a grip that can rend Durasteel, my blows can crush the bones of Wookies to powder, the scales of Trandoshans into splinters, and I rip the hide of Rancors like paper!"

With the end to his little monologue, Razif flexed his bulging muscles and breathed deeply, as though readying himself to step into the ring. surely after such an impressive tirade she would be cowed into fear. Many a foe Razif never even had to fight, being turned away by his size and booming voice.

"Perhaps you would like to challenge me? To test me if I am what I say."

Continuing to roll his shoulders and crack his neck and shoulders, Razif began to grin a wolfish, bloodthirsty grin.
Razif relished the idea of this, what appeared to be, puny human woman, I have beaten Barabels to death! Wookies have cried out in fear and pain after seconds in the ring!
I feel no pain, I know no fear, I have no mercy. The only way Razif thought that he could possibly lose, is if either this woman is some high ranking official with the Hutts or the Exchange, with snipers trained on him as he thinks this very thought, Or if she was a Jedi. He did not know the secrets of the Jedi, but he was more than willing to test his mettle against their ancient, time tested arts.

 

[Wit]

"Hey!" Hal protested as Amaya and Vica talked about him with him sitting right there, he was a pretty chill guy, indifferent to things like insults and jibes, but this time he felt like he ought to protest. "The moron's right here. Fierfek! I mean I can hear you."

Pushing himself to his feet, he started to dust himself off, yet again, as the big fella started ripping his clothes off. Raising an eyebrow at the man's claims, specially he knew first hand just what Vica was capable of, he suddenly drew on the Force to increase his speed to far beyond the capabilities of a normal human and where he had been before the three he was now standing right behind the man, his blaster out in his hand and pressed against the bigger man's back. If the fool continued antagonising Vica then Hal knew how things were going to end, he wasn't about to let an innocent get killed in front of him. Maybe a demonstration of what he as up against would make him realise how far in beyond his head he was. Trust me buddy, this is for your own good.

"Feel that on your back, that was you loosing. How can you beat someone you can't catch, and she's even faster and stronger than I am." Not sure if that was enough to get his point across, Hal raised his other hand and laid it on the wall behind him. Concentrating on the Force, he sought out the weaknesses within the surface and pushed, a series of cracks spreading out from below his palm. "How can you beat someone who can do things like that?"

But the words were still leaving his mouth when a muffled rumble emerged from behind them. The wall, part of but the base of a large warehouse of some sort, suddenly started collapsing beneath Hal's hand. The warehouse, unknown to anyone on the planet, had been but a front to hide what lay beneath, a small droid manufacturing factory currently working on developing state of the art battle droids. When Hal was having his first run in with Amaya, something was going incredibly wrong inside the factory, the droids going crazy after a short-circuit had destroyed the supercomputer that controlled all the droids in the factory. What he had heard was the sound of the droids, having taken control of the factory, blowing up the warehouse to make it to the surface and start executing what they assumed was their new primary directive, eradicate all sentient life on the planet. There was a backup computer, one that could be used to shut them all down, but the only ones who knew of it were either dead or buried under rubble and dying.

Up on the surface, Hal turned around to stare at the gaping hole that now occupied what had been the warehouse, sections of outer wall all that remained of the large building. Even as they watched pairs of glowing red eyes became visible through the dust cloud.

"Uh.. Words escaped the Jedi as he watched the droids slowly emerge from the dust, "That wasn't me."

 

[DevinIsFTL]

Years of combat training, years of literally fighting for his life. Nothing would prepare him for a powerful force user. Nothing, save for the one grizzled old veteran in the exchanges slave pens, The man who would give him the bare basic beginners knowledge of Teräs Käsi, A martial art that allowed non-force users to combat them. Razif knew now more than ever, that he HAD to further his knowledge of this art, otherwise he would remain as helpless as he was now.

Razif could not have possibly caught the man who whizzed behind him, but he did perceive it, and knew where he was going, but there was absolutely no way he could have caught the man. He braced himself for the bolt of energy in his back, he braced himself for the end...but it never came, instead, the man began to speak about how outclassed he was, about how he would never defeat the woman or him. But Razif did not care. he knew that if they abandon their tricks and weapons, faced him on his terms, he would crush them as a Krayt Dragon would crush a Gizka.

"A coward using cowards tools, Figures." snorted Razif, while he deliberately turned slowly to stare as harshly as he could into the mans eyes. "I can beat someone who uses these tricks the same way I always have, through raw skill and strength!."

Razif stared hard into the eyes of the man attempting to discipline him like he was some kind of impudent child. But when the wall fell, Razif felt immediately the palpable danger of the situation, much greater than that of his companion's situation or the not one, but two powerful Jedi.

"Well well well. So much for Jedi Wisdom..." Said Razif. He threw out a mammoth palm and attempted to shove the man hard enough to hurl him bodily away from the hole in the wall into cover as the first flurry of blaster bolts came flying from the depths of the warehouse. Turning to the others Razif used his huge wingspan to try and pick up the other two and dive with one of them in each arm, much to their protests, to cover where he would deposite them and fit one of his Shockboxing gloves back onto his left hand and cranked it to a lethal output, after this Razif drew his large blaster pistol with his right hand, though to him it was still relatively the size of a toy and began to fire indiscriminately into the hole as the clank and hum of numerous droids began to lurch forward.

 

[Cale]

Force users. It was always kriffing force users ruining everything. Kriff, Frack, Droyk. Amaya's face twisted into an annoyed frown as she prepared to walk away from the lot of them and leave the giant and the two force sensitives to their own private murderfest. That was the plan. It would have been great; she'd have escaped and lost her stalker, and they could have happily removed themselves as problems for her.

Then a building exploded and everything went to hell.

The sudden appearance of the red eyes, followed by enemy fire was enough to prompt Amaya to draw her blaster. She isn't stupid. The sudden attack on Hal by Razif was a little unexpected, but not exactly her problem. As the giant lumbered towards her, however, it became her problem. She fired off a shot and then dived out of the way, removing herself from arms reach. This was turning into a battle royal, an opera of madness and confusion.

It was like she was back on Tattooine and meeting the Misfits all over again. That made her grin.

 

[Bee]

"I know you can hear us." Completely deadpan, there was no hint of humor in her voice, no trace of that wicked smile. Hal was a dumbass. End of discussion. He'd ruined her shoes, gotten fruit juice all over her replacement pair, and she had a small hunch he'd make an even bigger idiot out of himself before the night was over. There was no use in apologizing over his hurt feelings, because Vica had meant to make him feel bad. She wasn't naive enough to think she could shame him into wizening up, but hell, it was a nice thought.

As for Razif, it was all she could do to roll her eyes, a hand on the blaster pistol on her hip as Hal attempted to mediate the situation in his own, special way. "Yes. We're a galaxy full of cowards, and you're the only honorable idiot left. It must be very hard for you." While she didn't expect him to pick up on the implications - that perhaps his idea of what was cowardly was slightly out of alignment in a galaxy that was full of plasma swords and laser guns - she couldn't help but give the guy an attempt to see the error of his ways.

Hal's kark up was nowhere near as surprising as it should've been. With a sigh, she aimed her blaster at the opening, though before she had a chance to fire the massive idiot - not the Jedi idiot - flew her way, diving and pushing both her and the other woman out of harm's way. Hitting the ground, she sat up and fired a quick two round burst into the tall man's thigh from behind, their proximity so damn close that it seemed impossible to miss. Reaching into her coat with her free hand, Vica wrapped her fingers around the hilt of her lightsaber, the vibrant blade enough to deflect a few bolts of energy that the droids discharged in her direction.

 

[Wit]

Hal, tacking a well timed step ahead just as the bigger man reached out to push him aside, pulled his lightsaber into his free hand. Slowly retreating towards his companions, he started firing off well timed shots, his lightsaber coming up to deflect any shots that passed within his range. Seeing the sheer number of droids silhouettes he could make out inside the remains of the warehouse, Hal returned his blaster into his holster and started looking for some means to have bigger impact.

As the dust started clearing, he noticed the hole in the warehouse floor from which the droids were still emerging, an idea starting to form inside his head. Somewhere some planetary official must have taken notice of what was going on, sooner or later they would send some sort of cleanup crew. But if more of those droids kept on emerging then the loss of life would be too great. They had to do something to curb the wave, something like sealing the hole they were emerging from.

Retreating towards Amaya and pulled her over to the others, his eyes scanning their surroundings as they moved. Noticing a bulky speeder-truck parked some ways in the distance, he pointed it out to Amaya. "We need that truck, you think you can hot-wire it while we hold back these shinnies?"

Not waiting for an answer, he turned to Vica, "BB! I mean Blondie, we're holding the fort. Gigantor, if you can move then help cover our friend while she gets the truck, we're gonna plug the hole with it."