The Train Job {Star Wars with a Wild West Twist}

[Dark child]

Jingle's finger was itching to pull the trigger. Sights dialed in.

Sand, which blew across the empty plains separating wide mesas and bluffs, kicked up by gusts of wind as it traveled became stuck in her lightly dyed hair as she looked out over the horizon while laying prone. Sun causing a great glare in her eyes as she looked straight ahead. It would not be much longer that she would have to bear such things. Off in the distance she could already hear sounds which could only mean one thing. Movement on the tracks.

Repositioning the rifle slightly further to the right, she gazed through it's scope at the approaching mass of machinery suspended off the ground by a single electro-rail, holding the nearly kilometer-long series of box cars just a few centimeters off the track by some invisible force of physics Jingle couldn't even begin to comprehend.

What she did know was that within those box cars being propelled by two engines, one front, one rear, was a hefty sum of blackmarket goods. Goods that, if all went well, would soon be in new hands. Better hands in Jingle's opinion. There would always be narcotics dealers and those that supplied criminals with guns, so why not undercut the poor bastards on price and make some quick and easy money selling the two things that shaped life out here in the Outer Rim?

Unfortunately, to take on something this large on one's own was to deal with the devil.

That's why Jingle had hired the help of a demon with a crew of the damned.

"Hired" was more of a generic term. Jingle wasn't entirely sure who was working for who anymore, she just hoped that she got her cut when all was said and done. Pirates could not be trusted. It was in their nature to take all that they could get and give nothing back. She'd have to be extra careful while on the job, and even more cautious once the goods were in their hands.

The Dathomirian witch had made quite a name for herself out in back country worlds. Rumor had it that she'd single-handedly taken out crews of fifty or more with nothing but her black magic. Perhaps that's why Jingle had sought out her band of brigadiers out of all the hunters and brigands she could have worked in to her scheme. The rumors couldn't all be true of course, but one thing was certain, they had a reputation for getting the job done, and left no survivors to tell the tale. That was good enough for Jingle, who could not risk being on the receiving end of the warlords wrath once he found out someone had relieved him of the small fortune which was traveling towards Jingle at this very moment.

As the train crossed the open expanse on it's lonely track through the mesas, Jingle followed it with the blue cross-hairs within the sights, licking her lips in anticipation of what was to come. She loved a bit of adventure, even if it meant risking her life. Always made her feel more alive.

Just a littlee bit longer. She thought to herself, waiting for the train to come within a decent range. Her ears now picking of the scraping sound of it's poorly maintained engines and joints as it rounded a bend. Sights centered on one of the cooling tanks which resided on either side of the locomotive's driving engine, she took a deep breath. The train was still more than four hundred meters off, but she couldn't take the suspense any longer, releasing the breath slowly and easing on to the trigger, she squeezed.

The blaster bolt hit it's intended target, rupturing the tank in a high pressure outburst in the form of steam, obscuring the view of half the engine in the white cloud. In theory, slowing it down enough for Jingle to catch up to it on the speedercraft which she had concealed the day previous on top of the mesa which she had just taken the shot from.

On the pirate's end, this was the opportunity to swoop in from above and take all they wanted. Jingle would cut power to the other engine and finish off the one she had damaged earlier, while the witch could kill everyone inside and begin loading her ship. Jingle would come up once the train was stopped, take all that she could carry on her speeder, and lickity split out of there before any of the warlord's forces arrived to find out why their train hadn't arrived at the station.

That was...the theory.

Jingle sped across the planes on her speeder, kicking up dust in her wake. She was nearing the end of the train now, as she looked ahead, far up the rows of connected box cars, she could see that the Dathomirian had made a safe landing. Jingle had placed a lot of trust in that pirate not to double cross her, she really hoped she could trust her gut feelings on this one...

@Mad Dog​

 

[Mad Dog]

The white smoke of the trains engine was her Que...
Suddenly out of an overhead cloud, somehow big enough, The Alecto, an axian class assault ship, blazed down over the train only about fifty feet above. Kae'Tl lept from the open hold, her repulsor boots whirring the whole way down delivering her safely on top of the middle-most box car. The Alecto then shot back into the sky, ready to shoot down any ships that might come to the aid of the train.

Kae'Tl, still sniffling from her recent hit of Kik Dust, placed a white phosphorus charge on the roof of the car and stepped back.

AKae'Tl's force abilities hadn't been revealed to her most recent partner, Jingle, and she had decided to keep it that way, unless it was necessary. Of course she was still going to use her abilities, just not in front of her.

The bright white and red flames melted a sizeable hole in the roof of the car filling the area with more smoke, temporarily. Kae'Tl jumped down the hole discovering a train car full of choking persons of multiple races, those with blasters were quickly pushed out of the Windows of the car their bodies flying nearly twenty feet out of the car then torn apart by landing at such a fast rate of speed.

Her CMBP-12 flew from its holster to her hand as she approached the door leading to the front of the rail car.

 

[Dark child]

Jingle revved the throttle, jerking it all the way back with a flick of her wrist in an attempt to catch up to the rear of the moving cargo train. The engines were fast. Designed to be so. They had great distances to cover with nothing but outlaws and tribals in-between. The best way to combat this was to be faster than anything they possessed. The train was quite capable of outrunning just about any land based craft not designed with racing intentions, and said craft were non-existent on a world such as this. Jingle had aired the fastest speeder she could get her hands on at the time, but even it was struggling to keep up. In hindsight she could have probably taken out the right rear cooling tank as well, but to get a bead on it with a rifle at that distance and at the speed which the train was going was near impossible. She had a very small window of opportunity to shoot the forward tank as the train advanced towards here, it was the only reason she had picked that spot to begin with.

Her speeder now neck and neck with the rear engine, the conductor within the transparent pla-steel operator compartment gave her a wide eyed look as she produced her Thunderbuster pistol from her hip, extended her arm, and fired a shot right into the tank. Causing yet another rupture and more steam to issue forth, obscuring the conductor's view of her.

Now easing up on the throttle, she circled back around to the other side of the engine, hot steam making her feel as though she had entered a sauna for a brief moment as she passed through the cloud.

Taking aim with her pistol once more, she fired another shot into the opposite cooling tank, reeving the engine of the speeder once more once she saw the shot do it's intended damage. Now heading towards the front of the moving locomotive, she heard glass shatter.

She reacted too late. A passenger compartment exploded outward, multiple bodies crashed through the windows, taking with them shards of glass and debris.

Everything passed so quickly, Jingle hardly remembered reacting at all.

Up ahead, a body impacted the dirt, kicking up dust into her face and obscuring her vision before it quickly passed behind her at the incredibly fast speed they were still traveling.

The second she was not so lucky to dodge. Catching only a glimpse of the zabrak's face before he slammed into the side of her craft, causing it to veer to the right and slam into the side of the train. Hard.

Smoke rose from the engine of the speeder, and soon flames began to ignite and spread through the front of the craft. Jingle knew she wouldn't have long until it failed on her completely, and rather than risk being stranded in the middle of the desert to face the denizens that inhabited it, she lept from the speeder and grabbed on to one of the broken-through window frames. Cutting herself on the jagged edges of pieces of glass that still remained in the frame itself, some of them digging quite deeply into her arms as she lifted herself into the train car with a grunt of pain and desperation.

Somewhere in the distance behind them she heard the sound of an explosion. Which could only have come from one thing.

This plan was off to a bad start.​

 

[Mad Dog]

The train car jerked, it was moving slower now. She must of hit the engine again.. good.

Kae'Tl had moved through the next train car, and then the next. None of the gang members had caught on to the situation yet, and dispatching them was simple enough with the element of general surprise.

After clearing only three train cars a bright red light began flashing and a loud alarm started blaring in the car.

Who the fhtagn puts an Alarm on a train!?!?

"Hey, jingles.. we have an on-board alarm going off, whenever you get here...." She said into her comm, not aware that she had already boarded the train.

The front door of the train car busted open and three men toting MST-R Repeating Blaster Rifles .

Great....

Kae'Tl let loose three blaster shots while taking cover as the train car was filled with enemy blaster fire they began busting out the Windows, destroying furniture, and burning holes in the walls and ceiling of the car.

The comms came back on,"Dax!" Pew pew pew,"Take out that rear" pew pew,"engine!"

"Cap'n they're already lit up and..."

"Now!"

The Alecto tore out of the sky, it's turbo lasers zeroed in on the rear engine, sending long bolts crashing into the side of it violently tearing it to pieces the white steam eventually dissipating as there was little more than the wheels left of the rear engine slowing the train down to nearly a quarter of its original speed.