Open Coruscant The Egg and I

[Zad Ruzed]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Rangers like Zad Ruzed were often much more comfortable on the fringes of civilization, right there on worlds like Tatooine or Arvala-7. Hell, the latter was this one’s home station and it was right there on his badge (check his badge down below if yawnt to).

Yet, business had brought the man to Coruscant where he would find himself spending some time on account of...things and stuff… Whatever here he was and there you have it and moving on.

It was a glorious day in the city of a world and world of city, the sun was beautiful and the traffic was horrible, and the ecumenopolis catered to no other kind of patrol and pursuit craft than one Ranger’s very own egg.

It was an ugly thing, all curve and no shape, not like the speeder bike that he fancied when kicking up dirt and dust in the deserts of the Outer Rim. Still, it had its...qualities…

Eh there was a database writeup for what those qualities were. For Zad Ruzed they included a personal paintjob with less red and more black, preserving Sector Ranger emblem (three stars and who's your daddy), along with a very personal touch that read: “Out here, due process is a bolt” curved around the symbol of a TM-357 pistol.

“Ranger Ruzed, this is SR Command. Sensors indicate that you are out on patrol in the market district.” A male dispatch operator confirmed over Ranger comms.

“Yep.” Zad confirmed.

“Ahem. Ranger Ruzed, it appears that you are alone. Current protocol maintains patrol in units of two and...traffic cameras just picked out a decal on your hull… Is that appropriate, Ranger Ruzed?”

“Nope.”

“In either case, you’ll need to pair up. Not sure how you cleared the hangar going solo but we can fix that. Stand by."

“Fine.” Zad sighed. He was doing so well flying his egg all by his lonesome. Ah well and what the hell… He relented, lighting up a cigarette, choking on the smoke, quickly putting it out. The egg was...an egg...and the egg did not have sophisticated air scrubbers.

 

[Jericho Trench]

When it came to playing well with others, Trench did not score high. At all. He was a solo operator, from his days in the Corellian Special Forces to his Ranger days on Corellia. He didn't give a flying spit about protocol, he just wanted to put the scum where they belonged: A body bag. He was currently parked outside a cafe, watching a drug deal happen across the street. So far, no exchange of money, so he needed to wait. It was a decent day, no.. that was a lie. It was a shit day. Gods, did he hate Coruscant, but a good friend asked him to make the jump over, so he did. His egg was blacked out, designed to make it look like a stolen cruiser. He was in his traditional leather jacket, looking like he belonged in this particular level of Coruscant.

"Ranger Trench, this is command." chimed a voice from the comms.

Trench cursed to himself, rolling his eyes as he turned the volume down. "The kriff you want?"

"Your partner contacted us and informed that you ditched them again."

"Listen. I ain't here to babysit no babies who make three fro-yo stops a day. A day. Tell Weak Chin to quit the force, shit." Trench said as he took a sip from his flask.

"Stand by." came the operator followed by several moments of silence. "Be advised, Ranger Trench. You're being reassigned to Ranger Ruzed. We're going to notify him and send you both coordinates to meet up. Oh.. and Ranger Trench, I advise you to refrain from the flask."

"Shhhhiit." Trench sighed as he sat up in his seat. Great, another partner. Hopefully this one didn't like Fro'yo. He grinned as he pulled the light bar and maglocked it to the roof of his egg and screamed past the dealer and his potential client. Both men ran off, with one trying to jump a rail only to bust his shit and fall into a dumpster. Trench just laughed as he adjusted his shades and glanced in the rearview mirror. Okay, today was looking up.

@Die Shize

 

[Zad Ruzed]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

“Ranger Ruzed?” Chimed the operator.

Zad kept quiet. Maybe if he stayed that way SR Command would ignore him? It did most of his rotations, hell, and he would have it no other way. By the stars, can’t you just leave me be? I get shit done. GSD. Get. Shit. Done. If that ain’t a bumper sticker then it will be soon enough.

“Ranger Ruzed, please confirm your presence.”

“Please confirm my presence?” Zad blinked. No one could see it but they didn’t need to. “What is this, a Jedi temple? I’m still in the same yolk-free egg as before.” You shit-dipping dipshit.

“Wonderful. Stand by to receive your new partner: Ranger Jericho Trench. Inbound and in the pipe.”

Ranger Jericho Trench, huh? Zad blew through his lips. Sounds like a by-the-book beat-the-book on ally and enemy alike. One of those hard-nail hammers, I reckon, even though I don’t much reckon what the hell that means.

What the Ranger did reckon is what the SR database did not deny as his fingers plugged away on the cockpit console.

Jericho Trench was a Corellian Human with a matching age, height and weight to Zad’s own. That meant little and less, of course, but what meant something was his record for knocking gangs around and not being shy about using force to get the job done. Sounds like my kinda Ranger.

So perhaps this would be a more cordial partnership than expected as Zad opened ship-to-ship communications once his new partner arrived.

“Howdy,” the on-site Ranger greeted the other. “Nice of you to drop in. Name’s Zad. Zad Ruzed. Welcome to the frying pan and glad you brought an egg.”

@Rhogar[/abox3]

 

[Jericho Trench]

"Battle Egg. Bring up the file on Ranger Ruzed." He had to make sure this guy wasn't gonna be like the last partner: A soft, fro-yo eating waste of space, and hopefully willing to look the other way if he had to get physical. Now naturally, the verbal command didn't work. It was Ranger issued and well... they were cheap as hell. "Kriffsakes, Battle Egg. If ya can't do this shit, why don't I have one that can?"

He would fumble around as he activated the terminal, old man typing out 'Zad Ruzed' one finger press at a time. Mid type, he would get a shrill beep from his dash cam, picking up the action. "One violation for typing while driving." the machine would chime to him.

"Kriff you buddy." he'd power off the terminal, opening up comms to the operator.

"Ranger Trench, happy to assist-"

"Nope." he cancelled the comm, then tried again, hoping to get a different operator. Unfortunately, the same voice would greet him.

"Ranger Trench, must have lost connection. How can I assist you?"

"Yeah, sure.." kriff you. "Ranger Ruzed, he eat fro-yo?"

"I don't think his file would mention that.. But he was born on Arvala-7. And he.. oh. Hold on. There may have been a mis-" Trench cut the comm again.

"Arvala-7? I bet he never even seen Fro-yo. And the way Butternuts shut up, he's got to be crazy like me." he would speed up, his lights still on before he re-checked the coordinates. "Two blocks." Battle Egg would come to a stop beside Zad's egg. He cracked a grin to the other Ranger, boy this man was country. "Jericho Trench, Partner. We got two eggs, time to break em and make a skillet."

@Die Shize

 

[Zad Ruzed]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

One moment Zad had been gazing out into traffic, scoping one building after the other with each one catering to marketing this or that beside a gigantic billboard for that and this. The next moment there were two eggs in a basket besides just one.

The first thing that Zad did to acknowledge his new partner was give him a thumbs-up through the transparent viewport. “Now we’re talkin’ breakfast.” He grinned. It was the least he could do under the circumstances. He didn’t want to be out here to begin with but holding a mere Ranger rank (and a bad record to boot) meant he did not have much choice.

“I’m just feelin’ the wind, friendo. Running a circuit and seeing what’s what.” Circling his finger in the air as though that said it all, Zad proceeded to transmit his coordinates over to the adjacent egg, relaying the route; the streets, the corners, the blocks, the works. It would take the two Rangers some time to complete and anything could happen in between.

Something, anything, stars I hope so… “Speaking of breakfast, you eaten yet?” Zad inquired as he measured his egg beside his partner’s. “I know a great place just yonder. Bacon and eggs like you’ve never had ‘em. Side of toki toki sauce, if it tickles your fancy, otherwise the strongest coffee in your gut before you can blink.” Zad blinked. "Up for it?"

@Rhogar

 

[Jericho Trench]

Trench would nod in agreement with what his fellow Ranger was saying. This, this could work. "Yeah.." he'd start, looking over the route. "This looks good to me. I'm sure we'll find something on this route and if not, I know a good bar over there for afterwards."

He'd take a sip from his 'caf', wincing as he did so. Ranger caf.. wasn't the best caf. "And breakfast? Don't yolk with me. I could definitely eat and breakfast is religion where I grew up." He looked around, cutting the lights as he tucked the bar back into his egg. "Lead on, Partner, time to get crackin' before they start slapping us with loitering violations."

@Die Shize

 

[Zad Ruzed]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Zad might have chuckled just to himself and his cockpit. Instead, he elected to do so over the com-channel between his egg and his partner’s. “Loitering violations? Even Rangers are permitted breaks. We ain’t all that useful on empty stomachs. Trust me.”

Without further ado, he led them onward to this one place called youJump that was posted at a corner. It was dine-in as much as a drive-thru. Arguably, the former was a far better experience than the latter, but either way the restaurant catered to discounts on meals to Sector Rangers so what the hey, hey?

“Yeah I’ll take a Big Breakfast for me and my buddy here . . . ” Zad allowed enough room for Jericho to chime in. “ . . . Stack of pancakes for me, three eggs scrambled, two slices of toast—extra butter—and a bacon-sausage combo; hashbrowns smothered, covered, chunked, diced and capped—oh and a slice of that pecan pie if you still got it, and a tall coffee—black, no sugar-—I’m sweet enough, heh—and put it on company card.”

“Ahem.” The female clerk responded. “This card is declined, sir. Message reads: ‘Emergency supplies only’.”

Zad blinked. How in the kark is breakfast not an emergency? “Okay fine I’ll just…” He looked between both eggs. “...Pay for my bill and his. No fuss and thank you very much.”

@Rhogar