- Joined
- Dec 28, 2015
- Messages
- 941
- Reaction score
- 515
Done tubby?
It's all on my encrypted pad... are you gonna get me away from those yahoo's or not?
Yeah yeah, just.... what the kriff?
Diva had been impatiently watching the smugglers defend themselves while Darfus got his shad together. Of particular interest was the man wrestling with her favorite Kabob salesman in the middle of the courtyard. Now this was entertaining. Deeply so. Unfortunately, like most things today, this simple pleasure was decimated in a matter of seconds. Diva could spot a thief a kilometer away, and as soon as that no good closet dwelling pile of poodoo started running she knew where he was off to. Her scream was deafening. slapped her comm and strarted heaving furniture aside...
BAG FACE! Seal the ship, Total lockdown! some chump is heading your way.
Her on-board droid replied with an affirmative whine.
What!? Whats wrong? What more do you want, I..... Oh no ... No No no NO!
Darfus hit the ground whimpering as Diva leveled one of the two carbines she'd aquired at the large window that made up the wall of his second story office. He was not having a good day either.
Diva's rampant string of curses was almsot loud & profane enough to drown out the automatic barage of blaster bolts bombarding the reinforced glass. By the time the clip was spent, there were dozens of holes and a dense spider web just waiting to crumble. She heaved the empty carbine through it, then followed that with Darfus' desk chair, and finally a screaming overwieght man in stun cuffs fell all 5 meters onto his right arm. While he was howling in pain, Diva pocketed the datapad off his desk and jumped, landing easily infront of him and rolled to her feat with eye-catching grace. A grace not relfected in her tone...
I TOLD you to tuck fatass! Now try to keep up!
She didn't stop to look back. Nobody, NOBODY touches the Matador. She took off in a full run after the would be ship jackers and whipped out the second carbine. It had no stun setting, cheap peace of junk. Oh well, too-bad-so-sad, that Hutt licker better know what was good for him. Her long dancers strides were closing distance fast, and the only thing that stilled her trigger finger was the knowledge that he arrived with a gang of his smarmy peers who were still just across the parkway. Eh, she could clip his legs and noone could be mad, right? Screw it.
HOLD IT RIGHT THERE YOU SLUG LICKIN' FREIGHTER JOCKEY!
Still at a full run she brought the carbine to her shoulder. Easy shot, hope he won't miss his kneecaps.
Help! You Idiots, HELP!
Naturally, left to his own devices, Darfus ran to the remianing few members of his security team now swarming the courtyard. Diva's stunt had not surprisngly drawn a bit of focus of the team of smugglers. Perhaps leaping through a window was...a little rash. Before she could take her own shot, a plasma bolt struck the ground infront of her and she stumbled to the side, dropping her aim. Oh that lucky little bastard...
With the ferocity of a mother defending her child she continued to chase them down, and without breaking that pace twisted to her side and returned fire on the security team, weeping the legs easily out from the two men infront. It was hard to tell who was occupied with her as they all seemed torn between 3 very differetn targets. In the middle, was the man of the hour, weeping on his knees and waiting for the inevitable. The only question now was who would get to him first.
@Insoulent
It's all on my encrypted pad... are you gonna get me away from those yahoo's or not?
Yeah yeah, just.... what the kriff?
Diva had been impatiently watching the smugglers defend themselves while Darfus got his shad together. Of particular interest was the man wrestling with her favorite Kabob salesman in the middle of the courtyard. Now this was entertaining. Deeply so. Unfortunately, like most things today, this simple pleasure was decimated in a matter of seconds. Diva could spot a thief a kilometer away, and as soon as that no good closet dwelling pile of poodoo started running she knew where he was off to. Her scream was deafening. slapped her comm and strarted heaving furniture aside...
BAG FACE! Seal the ship, Total lockdown! some chump is heading your way.
Her on-board droid replied with an affirmative whine.
What!? Whats wrong? What more do you want, I..... Oh no ... No No no NO!
Darfus hit the ground whimpering as Diva leveled one of the two carbines she'd aquired at the large window that made up the wall of his second story office. He was not having a good day either.
Diva's rampant string of curses was almsot loud & profane enough to drown out the automatic barage of blaster bolts bombarding the reinforced glass. By the time the clip was spent, there were dozens of holes and a dense spider web just waiting to crumble. She heaved the empty carbine through it, then followed that with Darfus' desk chair, and finally a screaming overwieght man in stun cuffs fell all 5 meters onto his right arm. While he was howling in pain, Diva pocketed the datapad off his desk and jumped, landing easily infront of him and rolled to her feat with eye-catching grace. A grace not relfected in her tone...
I TOLD you to tuck fatass! Now try to keep up!
She didn't stop to look back. Nobody, NOBODY touches the Matador. She took off in a full run after the would be ship jackers and whipped out the second carbine. It had no stun setting, cheap peace of junk. Oh well, too-bad-so-sad, that Hutt licker better know what was good for him. Her long dancers strides were closing distance fast, and the only thing that stilled her trigger finger was the knowledge that he arrived with a gang of his smarmy peers who were still just across the parkway. Eh, she could clip his legs and noone could be mad, right? Screw it.
HOLD IT RIGHT THERE YOU SLUG LICKIN' FREIGHTER JOCKEY!
Still at a full run she brought the carbine to her shoulder. Easy shot, hope he won't miss his kneecaps.
Help! You Idiots, HELP!
Naturally, left to his own devices, Darfus ran to the remianing few members of his security team now swarming the courtyard. Diva's stunt had not surprisngly drawn a bit of focus of the team of smugglers. Perhaps leaping through a window was...a little rash. Before she could take her own shot, a plasma bolt struck the ground infront of her and she stumbled to the side, dropping her aim. Oh that lucky little bastard...
With the ferocity of a mother defending her child she continued to chase them down, and without breaking that pace twisted to her side and returned fire on the security team, weeping the legs easily out from the two men infront. It was hard to tell who was occupied with her as they all seemed torn between 3 very differetn targets. In the middle, was the man of the hour, weeping on his knees and waiting for the inevitable. The only question now was who would get to him first.
@Insoulent