Ask ReStarting an Enterprise..

[Rafe]

Kessel..​

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ReStarting an Enterprise..
The Pyke Syndicate needs mobility, delicate this situtation is, a ship needed for transport, and more importantly deliveries, but not to arouse much attention.. one such ship has been sighted making port regularly near Kessel, a Nightsweeper II-Class Star Yacht fits for regular short orders, plenty of room for stock, extra back up, and speeders once it's touched down. You could find one anywhere, whatever's inside is yours, just leave the speeders and ship.

Rafe had been on Kessel for three long days now, almost beginning to doubt the Intel he had received.. he and his partner for this mission were here for one specific type of ship, and it almost seemed like a waste of time. Three days he'd been here surveying and poking around, which meant he hadn't killed anyone in almost four entire days as well... this was getting out of hand, and this rate he may as well sign up to be a Sector Ranger... Rafe spat at the thought.

Rafe was fully armored, and armed to his extremely sharp teeth.. not that any of that matter as he sat in his perch atop a building impatiently watching all the landing pads.. three days of burnt through death sticks had accumulated in a pile next to where he sat, the most recent one lit in his mouth as he took a long drag.

Exhaling he looked over at the man sitting next to him, Yojiro.. He said, This is Fhtagn madness.. Rafe complained, taking the last drag off this death sick before dropping it to add to the pile.

All he wanted was a dammed Nightsweeper-Class Star Yacht to pop by so he could steal it.. this relatively simply job had become a tedious task..

Rafe had big plans, and he knew completing this menial task was simply a step in the long road ahead of him, and complaining wouldn't do him any good.. but three days of absolute boredom, on scout duty... it was draining him to say the least, and if he got to actually fight anyone on this mission.. he would definitely be taking that out on them..

@Braden @Yojiro Kante

 

[Yojiro Kante]

Yojiro sat on his wobbly chair, leaning back, feet on the table of the apartment he and his furry friend had been occupying for the past few days. Rafe had gotten here a day earlier than him and the fuzzy creature was already passing the apartment back then. Now it was just funny watching him get angrier and angrier with every passing hour. He too had a death stick in his mouth, though he was taking his time soaking up the spice within.

“Patience my little furry friend. Look if the Nightsweeper doesn't show up soon, we can always grab something else, get us some quick creds and come back later.” Yojiro had been to Kessel a number of times over the past few years, usually picking up jobs or upselling ships and speeders, it was a good place to find ‘interesting’ tech with no questions asked. He had also been able to sell a few Imperial Speeders a year back, the buyer more than happy to get their hands on illicit equipment.

“The records we got from the Yard Master is that our doll in question stops by every three or so. Three weeks started two days ago, so it should be any time now. Have another Death Stick, or better yet go grab some Whiskey from the shop downstairs. I'm parched.”

@Mad Dog

 

[Rafe]

Rage squinted slightly at being called "little" Rafe a little over a meter taller than this guy.. still though.. he had a point, the whiskey did sound good. Rafe leaned forward, taking another long drag off the death stick, Maybe.. was all Rafe said as he finished his death stick.

Rafe stood up with a sigh, now he was dedicated to going.. But I'll be right back.. keep your eyes up.. He said, walking out of the apartment and down the stairs. The walk helped, along with the fresh air, Rafe had been getting antsy, and a little irritable. This Mission probably wouldn't even involve a fight, which was another reason for Rafe's annoyance..

Rafe got down to the small corner store and picked up four bottles of whiskey, the small shop keeper behind the counter was visibly uncomfortable with Rafe's appearance, like he'd never seen a three point one five meter tall mutant Nelvaanian before? Jerk...

Rafe made his way back to the apartment, one bottle already open that he'd taken a few pulls off of. Anything? Rafe asked, sliding one the bottles into @Yojiro Kante's hands as he set the other two down..

 

[Yojiro Kante]

Yojrio smiled as Rafe got up and made his way out to go get something for them to drink. “Don’t get the cheap stuff like last time.” He shouted to the walking carpet as he left the small apartment they were in leaving the Scoundrel alone. Standing up from the table he stubbed out the rest of his Stick and went to the window, opening it to allow some fresh air into the room. “Smells of wet Bantha in here.” He said to himself as the nearly as unpleasant smell of Kessel filled the room.

As the air began to cycle out of the room, Yojiro headed to the Holoterminal that was keeping track of all the incoming and outgoing traffic of the system. It was wired up to ping once the aforementioned Nightsweeper turned up on the Port’s scanners. This was more reliable than waiting for it to land as this way they could be at the pad waiting for the ship instead of having to run through the streets hoping to make it before it took off again.

He pressed a few buttons, ‘nope nothing’ he thought to himself as he moved back towards his chair. He flicked through a few things on the TV whilst he waited for either the Beep or the Whiskey.

About ten minutes later Rafe opened the door, an open bottle another slid across the table into his own. Ripping free the plastic and popping the cap, he poured himself a drink. “Nothing ye…”

‘Beep, Beep, Beep’

@Mad Dog

 

[Rafe]

The range of emotion on Rafe's fave may have been comical, as he bounced quickly from an annoyed groan to an excited but still annoyed half gasp. Finally.. it was go time, the landing pad was only about a kilometer away, they could make that trip and probably arrive before whoever the pilot of the ship was exited the machine.

Rafe downed the bottle he had already opened, and set then other one down. There wouldn't be time. He then lit a death stick as he started to hoof it out of the apartment and head down to the street level. Luckily Kessel's population was relatively sparse, especially compared to most planets, this would make the level of foot traffic in their way much more manageable.

Rafe was ready to kill, but he knew already that a cleaner get away was much more important than his bloodlust, and having never met his counterpart before this job he wasn't sure of his combat effectiveness. That would have to be a test for later.

As the pair made their way through the city's streets their travel was majorly unhindered, and why would it be nobody knew they were here or what they were doing.

Upon finally arriving after the short trek Rafe looked up and could still see the Nightsweeper descending from the sky. It hadn't even touched down yet, putting them quite a bit ahead of schedule in Rafe's mind.

He hoped this would go smoothly..

 

[Sahren]

Sahren would be meeting up with Rafe a little late into their operation. If he recalled the information correctly, it was suppose to be a simple shipjacking. This was a classic syndicate move, as their organization would need the firepower or potential funds it offered. The armored mercenary would sneak his way across the surface of kessel, to the best of his ability at least.

Eventually, he would set eyes on his old partner in crime, the big bad wolf himself. Not too far from them was the ship they were set to steal, a Nightsweeper of huge size. A prize like that could be turned into a powerful weapon, or excellent bargaining piece. "Ah, isn't she a beauty." the mercenary quip, knowing well what was about to happen.

He would press a button on the side of his visor, activating the thermal vision. There were several individuals waiting for the ship to touch down, but no more than a dozen. They probably weren't expecting visitors, then again, the mercenary couldn't get a feel for how heavily armed they were.

"Hmmm... I see quite a few people near the landing zone, not many, but some. This'll be harder than the tuskens. I'll follow your lead Rafe."

@Mad Dog

 

[Rafe]

@Sahren had arrived, Rafe could always rely on him for just about anything, except showing up on time.. Good.. You're here.. I counted ten targets, likely a few more from the ship as well.. I don't know if they're just touching down or staying for a while, so we'll need to jump them as soon as that ramp opens and they come out.. Rafe said, filling @Sahren in on the immediate plan. Rafe stayed knelt by some nearby cover alongside @Sahren, it really was good to see his newish friend again, but he'd need to wait until they were airborn before he could stop to reminisce, they had a job to do.

Rafe kept his claws empty, they were his best close quarters weapons afterall.. bidding his time and steadying himself he waited.. and waited.. it would only take a few minutes total, but every second felt tenfold, a single bead of sweat knocked itself loose from Rafe's head and trickled down the fur on his his face. Come on... Rafe thought.

This was not a difficult operation, and in fact was one Rafe had done several times in his past, there were differences however, as Rafe was forced to wait several days on lookout, send the stakes set forth by the Pykes made for a much more stressful job, furthermore, Rafe had consumed dozens of death sticks in the last three days, and spice was running through his body at full speed as his heart pounded against his chest, he needed to slow down on those things..

Finally after waiting what seemed like six weeks for the ship to descend, it touched down, Rafe was steady, the six occupants of the ship had begun to exit the ramp, three of which were carrying blaster rifles, Now.. said as he pounced from his position, bearing his full weight down on the first armed guard atop the platform, while crushing them Rafe buried his claws into the human's neck, with a slight spin Rafe meant to throw the whole body at another guard, however Rafe had accidentally detached its head resulting in him hurrling just a lone severed head, as it collided with the face of the surprised second guard Rafe drew his heavy blaster firing off three bolts, one into the chest of the surprised guard, a second into the forehead of on of the armed ship occupants, another into the neck of one of the unarmed men that came out of the ship.

@Where

 

[Sahren]

The mercenary had somewhat of a reputation for being fashionably late. He simply viewed it as being in the right place at the right time. Both he and Rafe had done many jobs similar to this one before. In the end, they always pulled through with little complications. He would give a nod as his partner mentioned the number of targets, "That seems about right. We better get into position for the landing."

Sahren had brought along his weapon of choice for jumps like this, his Z-6 rotary blaster. It served him well against the tuskens, and it would do a number on any lightly armored guards. Heavily armored targets, he had other methods for taking them down.

The walking suit of armor would take cover behind a small wall of rocks in the area. Unfortunately, he was in for a long wait, as the ship certainly took it's time landing on the planet's surface. The mercenary wondered if there were any competent pilots aboard that thing...

Eventually, the massive ship would land, and it's ramp would lower. It was finally time, and Rafe gave the signal. While his partner leaped into action taring apart the soldiers in melee combat, Sahren's jetpack would ignite, taking him several meters into the air. Once there, he would begin hovering around the area with his rotary blaster winding up, eventually spitting out a huge volley of blaster bolts.

Several of the guards would raise their blaster rifles toward @Rafe, but the mercenary would manage to focus fire on them. Plasma melted their armor and soon flesh, before they even had the opportunity to strike. There were other guards however, two of which began fire blaster pistol shots towards the flying mercenary. In an attempt to avoid the blasts, he would cut off his jetpack and fall from the air. He would land directly behind one of his assailants and drop his blaster to the ground, leaving him hands free.

Quickly rearing back is right arms, Sahren's suit's hydraulics would begin pulling themselves back. Just as the man would turn around to face the mercenary, a pneumatic fist would plunge itself directly into the poor guard's nose. Blood would splatter, and the front of the man's skull would be broken in many different places. "Anyone else wanna dance?"

@Mad Dog

 

[Rafe]

Rafe always loved working with @Sahren, their combat styles complimented eachothers perfectly, @Sahren drew their attention upward, and also provided cover and suppressive fire for Rafe to go about on his typical rampages. And that fhtagn rotary blaster.. Rafe wanted one, but purely out of vanity, he knew that sort of gun wouldn't work well with method of murder.. and it would weigh him down, leading to a decrease in agility, that Rafe relied on so much.

Rafe felt the heat of a blaster bolt whizz past this left arm... that was as close as Rafe would allow.. he returned fire three times, blasting the man in the torso twice and once in the neck. Rafe then saw @Sahren back on the ground, his hydraulic fisty thing pounding the face in on some poor guy, Rafe had time to snort out a laugh as he charged his next victim..

The man had tried to make its way back into the ship, but Rafe was on top of him, burying his teeth into the man's neck as he dug his right claw in and down his back, separating muscle and skin from the bones beneath them. Rafe kicked out with left leg at the woman that stood beside him, slamming her up against the inside of the ship before executing her with a heavy blaster bolt to the forehead.

Rafe held on to the limp body of the man he'd bit and positioned it in front of him as he turned to fire off several bolts at anyone that wasn't @Sahren.

@Where

 

[Sahren]

The zabrak and his friend continued their dance of death. As the armored mercenary announced his challenge he would see a pair of guards charging towards him with blaster rifles. A couple shots would be spewed his direction, but not quickly enough to stop him from picking up his rotary blaster once again.

He may not have the melee capabilities of Rafe, but the technology Sahren wielded would make up the difference. Pulling down on his weapon's trigger, the blaster would start spinning once again and send a torrent of bolts towards the guards in retaliation. He would glace back to Rafe, watching the wolf do what he did best, brutalize.

Their conflict seemed to be getting a lot of attention, as the sounds of blaster fire would ring out across the asteroid. Deciding to take higher ground, the mercenary would run towards the ship's ramp before turning back at the group of guards. He would begin walking backwards slowly while continuing to lay down covering fire. "I've got em pinned but more are coming, we need to clear out the inside of this thing and leave."

As he finished his suggestion, Sahren would point a wrist towards a small collection of guards who were taking pot shots at them from behind several crates. A wrist rocket would dart toward the defensive position and cause the piles of boxes to begin tumbling down...

@Mad Dog

 

[Rafe]

@Sahren was right, the longer they stayed on this platform the worse the situation would become, they had to have cause quite the ruckus by now, and blaster fire wasn't just something everyone ignored.

Rafe dropped the deceased human shield he had been using and bolted further inside the ship, kicking doors open as he went, empty... empty... empty... Rafe made it to the cockpit before running into another living thing, a man in a pilots uniform who already had his hands raised surrendering, Rafe put a blaster bolt between his eyes. Before the body hit the floor Rafe was making his way for the flight controls, sitting down in a chair that was much too small for him and going to town on the buttons.

Rafe fired up his comms, I've got control of the cockpit.. blast a couple more and let's bail.. Rafe said to @Sahren. The engines came online and Rafe had the shields warming up, for a second Rafe thought he had heard something inside the ship, but turned his attention back to the control panel to get them the fhtagn out of there.

@Where

 

[Sahren]

The mercenary would begin to sweat a little as reinforcements arrived. Several more guards would take cover behind various structures, as reinforcements arrived. Thankfully Rafe had managed to jump inside the ship as the mercenary caused the biggest distraction he could. Apparently, the place was already clear, and just waiting to be taken.

Upon Rafe's suggestion to take out a few more before they left, Sahren would bend his body forward in a bowing motion. The rocket attached to his jetpack would subsequently fly towards a group of guardsmen, and result in a large explosion which would shake the ground around them. Hopefully, it would provide enough cover for an easy escape...

Without opposition, Armory would turn and run directly up the ramp and into the ship. "Close the hatch Rafe, I'm in." He would shout from across the vessel. Once safely inside, the mercenary would drop his rotary blaster and dart towards the co-pilot's seat. There were a few switches that needed activation before they could take off, and the mercenary would begin flipping them as quickly as possible. "Alright, lets see if we can lose these thugs."

@Mad Dog

 

[Rafe]

Rafe was able to bring the necessary systems online, reaching over and hitting the button to pull the ramp up after he heard the call from @Sahren, just a handful of seconds later he heard a couple small arms blaster fire hitting the hull, those jerks... Rafe activated the shield, and the noises stopped. Finally some peace, can't a couple guys just jack a ship without being bothered anymore? Rafe said mostly to himself, but @Sahren entered the cockpit at the same time.

With Sahren's help the landing gear pulled up and ship started to float on its own, Rafe jumped at the opportunity pulling the ship upward and engaging the thrusters, she moved nice and smooth, had to be one of the fanciest ships Rafe had operated, with a top speed of seventy-five megalight she purred and left the landing pad far behind, and quick.

The comedy of @Sahren calling the guards thugs was not lost on Rafe as the two had just committed multiple murders and grand theft of this luxurious yacht. Rafe laughed a little bit once they broke atmosphere, Got a little hairy there for a second.. Rafe said as he pulled out a death stick, all that was left was the Kessel run, but they were in no hurry now, they could take it nice and slow and easy.

It would take some time, but the maelstrom would prove no contest to the star yacht in the hands of Rafe and @Sahren as the pair would work together pulling the ship out in near perfect condition, save for some light small arms fire that wouldn't even leave a dent, just maybe to paint scratches.

Sleheyron was their goal, the pykes would take delivery there. Just a short jump away and they could even stop for a couple drinks after..

[EXIT THREAD]

 

[Sahren]

The mercenary would take a seat, just as the ship was beginning to get air born. Of course the guards would take a few shots at their ship, it was almost common practice in the galaxy. It would be quickly shut down however, as rafe engaged the ships shields. It was a simple, plain, and easy shipjacking. Not something he did often, but something easy enough under the right circumstances. "Heh, they were probably just looking to get our autographs. Not every day they cross blasters with people like us."

Sahren would nod as Rafe mentioned the situation getting a little dangerous. In a lot of other instances they may have been overwhelmed. "Yeah, no kidding. I'm gonna have buy more explosives, at least I can afford to thanks to the Pykes."

He would take a look down at his left wrist which was currently missing it's rocket. All would be replaced in due time, but now they would have to turn in the ship for a nice profit. Going for a couple drinks and a round of sabacc didn't sound like such a bad idea when they reached Sleheyron...

[EXIT]

@Mad Dog