The Mask of Darkness: Precious Cargo

[EmilyHuene]

Spoiler: OOC

Skip! @Rorren

 

[Rorren]

"O-Okay." He said, getting up to move after the man, clearly more of a mechanic than a trandoshan with his slight hesitation that made him over correct to be even faster to respond around the battle-hardened zilosian. He wasn't even exactly scared, but wary enough, and even a but curious.

"I can't ssay thiss kind of work iss typical for me, I ussually get ssimple repair jobss if anything. I'm hoping nothing will happen and bessidess a blown fusse or ssomething and I can get my pay and go." His reptilian voice spoke to keep slight conversation as Bysk followed Jaris out into the hall.

 

[Asmodeus-bBB12bBb31]

Following the brief exchange of words between the two, Jaris would make way for the hangar once again, moving his spare hand into one of his pockets.

"We're in mean space, kid. Pain' the walls an' somethin', or do yah job. An' don' get cocky while doin' either ah those things. Key's for survival." He'd say in sort of a brief for the obvious out-of-place Trandosian. "An' don' do any fancy flyin' if there are enemies, I'm here to be somethin' of a distraction, not you." With that, there'd be silence on Jaris' end until they arrived at the hangar bay once again, and even then, he'd just lean against his ship, awaiting any sort of alert, attack, or just any kind of event that he would be needed for. Hey, maybe the high hats would invite the hired security down for some gambling.

 

[The Captain]

Locating the engine room wasn't any particular challenge, as the walls of the lower decks were almost coated in signs directing people to the various inner workings of the ship. Gaining entry was perhaps even easier, as merely presenting his official datapad for visual conformation got the industrial blast-doors open. The lack of any extensive personnel activity was also helping, as there were fewer witnesses, and those few who were hear weren't armed. Not that the family agent was packing anything more dangerous than a pocket stunner, but still, knowing the odds of getting shot had just drastically decreased was helping his mood.

The hyperdrive looked nothing like what the man had expected, although hiring someone with only a cursory knowledge of starship engineering probably was the most likely cause of his confusion. Double-checking his datapad map, the ship was now just outside Sith space, with no Sith friendly planets nearby to offer aid. Now outside the reach of Sith help, the agent set about to disabling the ship's hyperdrive. Namely, by carving into it with a fusion cutter. The resulting explosion resulted in massive damage to the engine room, loss of hyper-speed, and the charred remains infiltrator being splattered across the durasteel.

 

[EmilyHuene]

Spoiler: ooc

Skip until I can do something XD

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[Rorren]

"I can agree to that." Bysk replied, nodding to his new acquintance as he continued to follow. Little did the trandoshan know everything he was afraid of, everything he'd been convincing himself wouldn't happen and that this would all be fine, was just about exactly what was going to transpire. He had a bad feeling about this.

 

[Asmodeus-bBB12bBb31]

As the battle-yacht would shake abruptly in reaction to the apt fusion cutter surgery, Jaris would stumble, grabbing onto his ship as he almost lost step. As sirens would sound off, he'd quickly look around himself noticing the other mercenaries running for their own fighters and combat positions. Well there goes any hopes for gambling. Despite a lack of any clue as to what was going on specifically, he'd climb his fighter in a rush, popping himself into the cockpit. It wasn't his job to know what was going on, it was to shoot and ask questions never, just like he preferred it. Sure it wasn't the way he liked it while going through the job, just after. Before kicking his ship into gear, he'd look out from his cockpit to whoever might be in his vicinity. It might be lizard skin, it might be Joe from accounting, it didn't matter. "If you ain't a fightah, secure thah hangar, or figure out what that explosion was!" He'd shout, before bringing his ship online, only moving out of the hangar bay moments later.

 

[The Captain]

The Desajillic escort ship dropped out of hyperspace not far behind the Sith ship, having lost their connection with both their agent and his tracking device just after the ship ground to a halt. From the outside, the ship didn't actually look that bad, some outward denting along the left and under sides of the ship, smoke coming from the engines, but beyond that it was in pristine condition. The more interesting point, however, was the small fleet of star fighters pouring out of the hangar toward them. It took mere seconds for Cral to cue up the ship's intercom system, and an equally short amount of time for the crew to leap into action.

"All guns, cycle anti-spacecraft fire and prepare for battle, boarding party to stations. Ra'Kul, I want your hide in the cockpit now!" There was no way the Quarren wasn't going to make sure his new "business partner" wasn't going to just gut their target. She'd narrowly missed his first mission for her, and according to her report, Shaya had to keep the young woman on point. Since they had received no calls from their agent, and had lost his tracking signal, he assumed the worst and needed to prepare for it.

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[EmilyHuene]

"All guns, cycle anti-spacecraft fire and prepare for battle, boarding party to stations. Ra'Kul, I want your hide in the cockpit now!"

Bellatrix laughed to herself while she looked at her assassin, "Finally! Let's hurry and get over there. I need to kill something." The two would then rush over to the bridge to meet up with Cral. "Is it time? Is it time? Is it time?" she would ask quickly and excitedly.

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[Rorren]

Bysk was thrown up against tje wall as the ship rocked, he bracing there for a moment to catch his breath and get a grasp on what was happening. It seemed the hired guns knew by feel they were under attack, the trandoshan opening his eyes to the sight of armor-clad, diverse warriors moving their way down the hall, boots clanging all the way as they ran to the hangar. Bysk, however, would head the other direction. He got glances from passerby mercenaries thinking him a coward. But he was a mechanic, and he was headed for the engine room.

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[Asmodeus-bBB12bBb31]

As he left the hangar only to be met by a barrage of anti-fighter ordnance, Jaris would quickly divert the energy banks dedicated to his targeting systems into the fighters shielding systems as he fired up the thrusters completely. Blasting forth into the vast expanse before the hangar bay, Jaris would bring his ship about, quickly scanning for any enemy ships. As he noticed the enemy Desajillic ship, the Zelosian would thrust himself into the open as the rest of the mercenaries began to disperse themselves into the open. He'd proceed to fly towards the enemy escort ship, making an attempt at getting under it's belly with hopes of getting to the ships thrusters. It'd be ideal to attempt at bringing any sort of advance by the enemy to a halt.

 

[The Captain]

The forward guns continued to fire away at the incoming mercenary ships as the ship closed in on the now open hanger. The plan was to simply plow through the mass of ships, blasting away at the enemy fighters. The ship's shields and hull were tough enough to take a few shots and maybe even a direct hit if need be.

Confident in the crew's ability to fly in a straight line, even under fire, Cral turned his attention back to the predictably over-excited young woman behind him. Her giddiness was almost draining, as if she was some sort of sadistic, happiness singularity.

"Yes, it is time to prepare for boarding. I know the you and the men have already been briefed, but I though I might take this time to remind you of our objective. There is a Sith-allied aristocrat on that vessel, and the family wants him alive and unharmed. NOT barely alive, NOT dead but intact, NOT comatose or crippled. Alive, and unharmed. I trust you can manage that?" His tone was that of a father scolding his grade-school daughter. Which, in a sense, he was.

 

[EmilyHuene]

"Yes, it is time to prepare for boarding. I know the you and the men have already been briefed, but I though I might take this time to remind you of our objective. There is a Sith-allied aristocrat on that vessel, and the family wants him alive and unharmed. NOT barely alive, NOT dead but intact, NOT comatose or crippled. Alive, and unharmed. I trust you can manage that?"

Once her boss said it was time to start boarding, the teen would start to leave the room. But he kept talking and when he said a certain word "alive", she would groan and hault in her tracks. She did a full body shrug as she turned her head back around to give him a grumpy and pouty look, "Awwwwww. Come on, Squid-beard! Let me have some fun at least?" She could tell he was not going to budge on this fact so she gave him a dead stare almost like all happiness dropped from her face. "Fine. No hurting the man. I'll just bring my whip then."

To further express that point, she would reach up behind her and take off her sword and drop it right where she stood. Then she would turn and leave again. She wasn't kidding either. She was going to leave it there. Her assassin would just stand there very confused, looking from the sword, to Bellatrix, and then to Cral. "Um......Matar?" He didn't really know what to do so he scooped up her sword in his hands and quickly followed after her.

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[Rorren]

Bysk's eyes went wide as he opened the door to the engine room to see smoke piling out. Reaching back to the pack around his waist, he pulled out his rebreather mask and hooked the respitory device over his large mouth, taking in a breath of sterilized air, and put his goggles on next, before moving in to see the damage.

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[Asmodeus-bBB12bBb31]

Jaris, continuing with his plan, would undoubtedly notice the plethora of anti-fighter fire zipping past him, if not into his ship's shield. For the first moments he'd press on, despite several of his ally ship's meeting destruction or being disabled, but that would quickly change as he noticed the enemy ship continuing in its path instead of coming to a halt to fire at the Yacht. Two options now came to his mind, he could either continue with his current path or he could turn back, and attempt to return to the hangar with the hopes of making a different approach. Quickly letting off a short volley at the belly of the enemy ship, Jaris would make the decision to double back towards the Yacht hoping he might make it back to the hangar in the midst of the other mercenaries making their attacks.

 

[The Captain]

Cral watched with narrow-eyed disbelief as Bellatrix kicked off a two-second tantrum before suddenly agreeing with him and dropping her sword at the door. Seeing the obvious confusion on her young friend's face, he simply nodded and waved for him to follow his master back to the hold. If she was intent on charging into battle unarmed, more power to her. His exasperation was cut short when a volley of blaster fire rocked the entire ship.

"Majordomo Logov, shields are holding at 24%, and we are now close enough to dock with the hangar unobstructed"

"Then dock already, I have no intention of being blown to smithereens out here."

"Sir! A few enemy fighters have retreated back into the hangar, and it appears that several armed men are amassing inside."

"Hmm..." Seeing a chance to kill two nuna with one stone, Cral opened up the ship's internal comm once again to address the crew. "Ladies and gentlemen, while our target MUST be taken alive and unharmed, anyone or anything that stands between you and that goal is considered expendable, civilian or otherwise."

With that final announcement, the Desajillic craft finally slid into the hangar, just narrowly fitting into the ship. While this meant that the enemy fighters could not fire on the ship without damaging their own craft, Cral's ship could not fire its cannons period, without causing damage to the ship.

Meanwhile, the engine room was an absolute horror show, a tangle of twisted metal, raging fire, and the charred remains of engineers. Needless to say, no amount of spacer's tape was going to repair this mess, if it could even be repaired...

 

[EmilyHuene]

While she may not have been allowed to use her sword, she still had her lightsaber. The ship would dock in the hangar and when the doors opened Bellatrix was first to leave the pile of junk that was their ship. Her red lightsaber ignited with a buzz and she ran out into the mess of fire, blocking and deflecting laser bolts shot her way. It was all child's play for the girl; she wanted a real threat.

@Rorren

 

[Rorren]

The heat in the room did not do well for the trabdoshan, his pseodocold-blooded body more affected by temperature than other average species would be, yet the simple trandoshan pushed on through the emgine room erupted in fire. He quickly stripped down the torso section of his yellow-orange flightsuit to help with the heat what little it would, and grabbed the foam canister off of the wall. The flickering light fire glistened against his scales as he worked at getting it down. He needed to get these engines back online soon, or else they were sitting ducks for the pirates...

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[Asmodeus-bBB12bBb31]

Bringing his ship into the hangar with haste, Jaris would land it in the same spot as before, off in a relatively sparse corner. Quickly, the Zelosian would pop open both the cockpit door and a small compartment in the fight itself. He'd proceed to grab an emergency blaster pistol from the compartment, and would hop out, making a brisk dash across the hangar towards the entrance of one of the primary halls leading further into the ship. By this point the enemy craft would be making it's incursion into the hangar bay, unbeknownst to Jaris until the blaster fire began. At that note he'd quickly come to a halt, taking cover in the hallway beside the entrance. Flicking off the safeties on his blaster, Jaris would take a quick peek out into the hangar. He'd first notice the enemy ship that had been landed, and second, a lightsaber in the hands of a child, and or alien. Jaris could never tell those kind of things. Point being, he saw a glowy blade in the hands of a person performing some sort of martial arts. He'd hastily step out to take a shot at the biggest obvious target, the saberwielder, before returning to his cover.

 

[EmilyHuene]

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