Log:A Very Special Life Day Pt. 2: Violent Night
Saber Squadron and the Jedi effect a prisoner rescue.
OOC Date: December 7, 2022
Location: Kashyyyk System
Participants: Chani Tahn, Jax Greystorm as Self/GM, Nerys Greystorm, Qutha Buvu Pah, Sesti Greystorm, Vega, Jedi Order, Saber Squadron
[ Jax Greystorm (Jax)]
Kashyyyk system on the Evening of Life Day. Celebrations had focused on Rwookrrorro, the capital city. Sometime during the day the Nebulon-bs that had made up the Transdoshan Defense Force, the Queen Fish and King Fish, had engaged the New Republic MonCal, the Bon Fire, in a series of flanking maneuvers that had resulted in kiting the MonCal to the edge of the system. A C-Roc Gozanti transport, the Crosswind, and a flight of Headhunters had invaded Kashyyyk and made off with the population of a small village.
Elements of Saber Squadron had Ionned the Crosswind and were dealing with the headhunters. Jax's ship the Painted Guardian had jumped into the system carrying a ground force to secure the Gozanti and free the captured Wookiees. The flight had went smooth enough as Jax had only taken a couple of shield hits from a head hunter before Saber Squad pilots had chased it away. THen lining up with docking ring that had been meant for an escape pod. There's a slight slam and a hiss as Jax forcibly docked with the crosswind. Jax walks out of the cockpit, "Alright guys, this will be hostile. The targets are Trandoshan. We're going into their turf. The power will be out, the gravity will be off, and they know we're coming. Try to subdue or talk them down but be ready. Our mission is to get the Wookiees home safe and our own safety. The capture or surrender of the Trandoshan is secondary but should be attempted. May the Force be with us."
[ Nerys Greystorm (Nerys)]
'Free the wookiees. Everything else secondary.' Nerys liked to distill instructions down to their essence. She stood near what would be the exit into the ship, hands patting herself down. She had far too many hidden pockets all full of things she absolutely could not leave home without in addition to her backpack of holding. Bitty maglocked herself into her spot on the backpack, and Numpty wedges himself in by the shoulder Nerys had not left open for the hilt of the sword weapon she carried with her. "How likely are they to kill the wookiees rather than let us have them?" If Jetpack was talking, that probably meant she was ready to go.
[ Chani Tahn (Chani)]
"I'm gonna talk them into surrendering," Chani shares among the group. "And by that, I mean I'm going to keep talking at them until they get tired of it and surrender just to get away from me. Thoughts?" Self-denigrating jokes aside, Chani rises out of her seat and prepares for the boarding by drawing the silver hilt of her lightsaber from its position on her left hip. It's concealed by the wide sleeve of her dark brown robe when her arm returns to its side. As a quiet aside, "Stay as hidden as you can, Sky, but follow us just in case we need something. The ship's disabled, but.." Chani trails off. Better to have and not need, than need and not have. Lapsing into silence, Chani takes these few moments to center herself and quiet the workings of her mind.
[ Sesti Greystorm (Sesti)]
With the lack of size on the ship, Sesti had stayed in her co-pilot's seat, her usual duty of comms having been taken over by an ion bolt. She had thought of trying to play good cop to the earlier demand of surrendering or dying, but then, with a shrug, she just sat back and watched out the view screen as Jax took care of business as usual. When he stood up to go address everyone that came with them, she simply rotated her couch to pay attention. Checking on her cane and sword, she made sure the latter was strapped securely to her back, ready if the Trandoshans pushed her to use the more lethal blade. When he's finished talking, Sesti stands up and comes to stand close beside Jax. "Freeing wookies from trandoshans... seems a little deja vu..."
[ Qutha Buvu Pah (Koof)]
"All shall be as Th'Force wills it." Qutha intones aloud, half to himself, cradling the wooden hilt of his saber between his hands. Running his thumb over the carvings dedicated to The Light overcoming the entities of Darkness. The iconography purely zelosian and each curve and chiseled line singing of the reverence for the marks made there.
Standing and adjusting the hang of his robes with a roll of his shoulders.
Chani's quip gains a raised brow, one corner of his mouth dipping before he states, "Hell, I thought I's the jabbe'box, Miss Tahn..." as if it'd be a sight to see the other talk the enemy into submission.
[ Vega (Ve)]
Vega's been married for less than a week, now she's here strapping on her jetpack. Because this is the way life goes. The woman is quiet during the flight. Not expecting more outside of the Jedi and Saber Squadron. She gives a look to Chani when she talks on the surrendering and there is a smile to that, "Honestly that's a good idea." she tells her. She gives a look to RN-D1, "You're going to be fine. You can't follow us." she tells him.
[ Jax Greystorm (Jax)]
The hatch of the air lock opens, and the team is meet by a blast of stuffy hot air with an unpleasant odor. The room on the other side of the air lock was dark except for the occasional emergency light emitting a dim glow. The dim glow only went so far before blackness or a very dark blast door obscured all view on either side of the corridor. Along the bulk head there were airlocks leading to escape pods. About half the pods were still there. The team were at the back of the ship near the engine room on the lower level. Their destination would be the cargo hold on this level at the nose of the ship.
"Good question, Nerys. I recommend securing the cargo hold as quickly as possible." He considers for a moment, "I can't deny your plan Chani. It is how I often make friends. Never shutting up and my winning personality." He shrugs at Sesti, "The more things change?" He looks both ways for a moment in the room. "Alright Engine room is to our back, the cargo hold is that way." Pointing in the darkness.
[ Nerys Greystorm (Nerys)]
Nerys, stepping out onto the deck, settled herself as the maglocks on her boots secured her to the deck plating, and nodded, sweeping her eyes around to get a good look at what there was to see. She reached down to retrieve the blaster at her hip, settling it into her hand as she stepped aside to allow the rest of the team to exit without needing to move around her. "We're clear here. There's a blast door ahead." Nerys started in that direction, reaching up to turn on the light on her helm the better to assist those who needed it to move without incident.
[ Chani Tahn (Chani)]
The hiss of the docking seal breaking to expose the two different atmospheres of the ships together precedes the quick rush of pressure differences colliding and trying to normalize. Chani's lips part from one another and muscles in her jaw flex, physically signaling her attempts at normalizing the equilibirum in her ears now that it's different. Her nose wrinkles a moment later, and Chani wears the naked expression of mild disgust plain on her face after the smell hits. "What is that?" The difference between the stale recycled air of the Painted Guardian and the humid heat of the interior of the disabled freighter leaves her feeling clammy. Chani's left her brevity checked at the door. A glance is spared in Qutha's direction. "You gonna be okay with this?" It is, after all, dark. Chani supposes if she came from a planet of inexplicable horrors lurking in the night, she wouldn't be.
[ Qutha Buvu Pah (Koof)]
The swallowing dark maw of the airlock gives the zelosian pause, as whomever passes far enough within disappears entirely from his sight when they're beyond the reach of the dim his limited eyesight can pick up.
"Oh bother."
Why does it always have to be -dark- wherever they go? Chani's question makes his head turn a little quicker than he might have intended and a drop of sweat is dancing down along his cheekbone and leaping from the hinge of his jaw before he breathes. "Reckon I hafta." swallowing and closing his eyes. Another long breath that rustles through him with the sound of a breezing sowing in undergrowth. When they open he blinks, rapidly, for a moment. Never quite accustomed to the sensation of his people's genetic and cultural enemy being pierced.
"S'nev' goan' be hard... ev'n if'n t'Force he'ps me see." jaw working and starting forward.
[ Sesti Greystorm (Sesti)]
The slight smirk that Sesti responds to Jax's response with is quickly hidden in the helmet that she pulls over her head and clicks into place. She gives a little twirl of her cane, then waits for the others to pass out ahead of her, nodding as Nerys reports clear for the first part of their entry.
[ Vega (Ve)]
Vega is quiet as things get under way. She gives a look over things that she's got with her and the follows after the others that are on the mission with them. She gives a look around the place as they get in. The smell is...horrible and the white haired woman gives a wrinkle of her nose and there is a look from one person to the next as they proceed.
[ Jax Greystorm (Jax)]
At Chani's question about what the smell is, Jax responds, "Fear. The smell is fear and pheromones." Jax walks up to the blast door, "We didn't bring an engineer and we don't got any power. We're going to need a breech either with bomb or saber. We need somebody ready for what's ever on the other side." He glances to Qutha, "One foot in front of the other. It's the only way. Too many people relying on us." Then there's a sound off in the distance that may have sounded like a blaster. "Don't have time." Then he calls out, "Alright change of plans. Be ready, I'm using the force to lift the blast door. I don't know what's on the other side." Jax extends his hands and with a grunt the blast door lifts.
There's more corridor with rooms on each side of it lining the bulk head. It the same dark and light pannels but oh there's a launty red light over a second blast door at the far end. The cargo bay probably behind that blast door.
[ Nerys Greystorm (Nerys)]
Nerys, who was still at the head of the group, lifted a hand. No words now, only movements of her hands, signals Jax would be more familiar with than the Jedi, perhaps. A moment later, words, on the comms the team had been given, assuming they had been given them, verbal translation of the gestures. "Trandoshans, they're already here, waiting in the dark recesses of the doors. They're setting up a shooting gallery." Nerys straightened, "I'll draw. Get to the prisoners." Nerys stepped out, moving into the left of the corridor, a juction where eyes would have to be pulled away from the rest, possibly.
[ Chani Tahn (Chani)]
Jax calls for someone to be ready when he lifts the blast door with the Force and Chani interprets that in the moment to mean guarding themselves against whatever might come from the other side. Drawing her arms up, subtle shakes of her wrists clear the wide sleeves of her robe down to her forearms, exposing the homespun fabric of her tunic sleeves and the tighter undergarment beneath that fits more closely against her skin. Depressing the activation stud on her lightsaber hilt, there's a whispering snap-hiss in the vicinity of the boarding team and then the area around them is illuminated by the cyan blade of her lightsaber. It mingles with the red of the Crosswind's emergency lighting, which is far more dim, and casts long shadows at the edge of the bubble of light its presence creates. She's ready for when the door comes up, gaze trained beyond with her lightsaber blade angled back so it's not extended into the periphery of her gaze and washing her vision out. She's in a defensive posture for those still behind her, ready to guard her friends.
[ Qutha Buvu Pah (Koof)]
"Ayuh." Qutha nods to Jax's note, jaw setting some and his cornsilk like hair seems to lift some at the nape of his neck, the proverbial hackles as something running down his spine makes him lift his saber once they're more spaced out and there's proper room. Instinct guiding the motion as much as the niggling at his senses.
"Reckon that's the we'come party c'min' in t'give us the less'n cordial tour."
A snap-squeal chases the cerulean energy blade that extends from one end of the wood encased hilt of the zelosian's lightsaber, bathing him and his surroundings in its twilight glow, blending with Chani's own - his stance changing. Blade arm lifting, wrist bent to hold the saber level, tip angling towards the floor and his other hand comes to rest in a loose fist at the small of his back.
[ Sesti Greystorm (Sesti)]
"I hear them," Sesti agrees with Nerys. She isn't much of a shooter, but her focus goes to the blast doors at the end of the corridor, the next set that stands between her and the prisoners. She glances around the bulkhead around her, looking for any other place to go, then, as quietly as can be done with magnetized boots, walks up to the ceiling and takes a position basically upside down to the others, ready to step through at the same time as the others.
[ Vega (Ve)]
Vega's trailing behind the group, which she usually does unless she's leading something. The white haired woman brings her lightsaber out when she sees the others starting to ignite theirs. "Well, guess it was a quiet stroll until now." she mutters to herself. Then she prepares for getting things into action.
[ Jax Greystorm (Jax)]
As Nerys calls out that there's hunters and shoots one from the doorway, the Transdoshans appear with there large rifles firing at the jedi and their allies. One of the leaders calling out, "You will never have our bounty jeedhiiii!"
Jax for his part reaches out with the force to throw one of the lizard aliens agaisnt the wall but find the force is not with him at the moment.
[ Nerys Greystorm (Nerys)]
Nerys, who did not pay much mind to the Jedi, ebcause, well, they would do what they would do, leaving her to do what she would do, simply continued to move so that the hunters would have to divide their attention between herself and the jedi. Catching sight of one of the trandoshans falling, she shifted her aim to the next in line, firing a quick burst of three shots, two of which impacted the hunter, the other hitting the bulkhead behind them. "You clearly have me mistaken for the wrong Greystorm."
[ Chani Tahn (Chani)]
Blaster fire erupts inside the freighter. Bright lances of super frozen Tibanna gas eat up oxygen particles in the air and leave behind the distinct aroma of burnt ozone. They're flashes of brilliance in the dark, and Chani's lightsaber attempts to interject itself between one of the bolts that's fired towards her group. Her cyan blade fails to intercept it, and although it gets past her defenses, she can't take the time to see where it has gone. Right hand leaving her lightasber hilt, Chani turns to the Force for another method of defense. Through the interconnected microcosm of the universe's binding energy, she locates the blaster that discharged the bolt that's whizzed past her defense. Her will and her manipulation of her environment down to the tiny particles that constitute the atomic level of their reality see that blaster yanked free from the hands of its owner towards her. Chani doesn't catch it, but sweeps her lightsaber's cyan blade downwards as the weapon approaches, cleaving it in twain until it's two separate parts on the freighter's deck.
[ Qutha Buvu Pah (Koof)]
"Bother'n blow..."
Incoming fire corrugates Qutha's brow and he begins walking forward with the intent to injure gun arms or knock weapons aside, "Miss Tahn, hope t'see y'on t'other side'a this." each step measured and his form slipping into the dueling style that Serrano based Dukes had once, briefly, made famous. Now used by an Orchardist whose become a bookworm in the archives and a studier of methodology in meditation.
"Folk, we kin do this peac'bly." that much offered as he slips directly within reach and range of the Trandoshans with the aplomb of a man walking between the rows of his fruiting trees. Lips moving again, silently before he turns and sweeps into a swirling upward cut that cleaves one blaster in two.
Footwork guided by practice and feeling, the arch of the vibrant blue blade carries across to the next, rendering their weapon a smoking ruin in turn.
[ Vega (Ve)]
Vega's used to getting shot. It wasn't like she didn't come out here to deal with things and expect /not/ to be shot. She brings her lightsaber up as she drives forward and then slashes out at the first target that she gets to. Because at this point getting the numbers down quickly was the main thing. She connects with her first swing and misses with the second.
[ Sesti Greystorm (Sesti)]
It may not be very sporting of her as the jedi disarm the trandoshans her helmet has locked onto before she reaches them, but experience has taught her that trandoshans are dangerous without weapons, so she toggles the can in her hand to stun, and swings at two of them as she picks up speed towards the far blast doors, long strides almost catching to Nerys as the two targets feel the sting of stunning voltage go through them, one falling back against the bulkhead and almost hitting the floor.
[ Jax Greystorm (Jax)]
Sabered, disarmed, shot, and stunned the hunters find themself on the losing side. Jax doesn't produce his saber but a blaster taking fire at one of the hunters and finally dropping it with a blue stun bolt. The last remaining one half in his head and seeing his clutch mates dropped. Lets out a reptailian roar not of defiance and then hisses before barreling past the team either toward Jax's ship or an escape pod. Jax watches him go, "Let him go. He won't be an issue." Then moments later he picks up a comlink, "Exine, if a Transdoshan tries to get on the Painted Guardian or molest your and the other droids. You are authorized to taz him." There is a very excited woot from the com link. Jax looks at Sesti and Nerys, "Was that too much?"
There lies another blast door ahead and their destination beyond that.
[ Nerys Greystorm (Nerys)]
"You mean allowing it to live so that it has the opportunity to hunt us again? Yes." Nerys, though, did not sound upset by this. She had worked with Jax too long and too often to be much bothered by her favourite cousin's soft heart. "Exine and Belate will handle it. Let's hope your pilot's seat survives the altercation." Nerys, moving to the blast doors, reached back into her pack for a roll of what looked like a cross between sticky tape and chewing gum, glancing over at Jax, you know, the normal sized human, as if to take his height and began to mark out a rectangle tall enough and wide enough to move through. A detonator made it out of her pack and onto the top of the door, "Breeching charge in! Step back!" The detonator ignited, the charge burning down hot enough to leave the metal beneath it liquid and molten. As the charge burned down to complete the rectangle, Nerys lifted a foot, kicking with all of her might to send the door segment crashing back into the cargo hold.
[ Chani Tahn (Chani)]
Depressing the activation stud on her lightsaber again, Chani removes the luminscent glow from around her immediate vicinity. "Is everyone alright?" The sudden silence seems deafening compared to the atmosphere of chaos from seconds ago, filled with the energetic excitement of lightsaber blades weaving in the dark and the louder cacophony of blaster fire in enclosed spaces. Her ears are ringing, and in that moment, Chani swears she can hear the musical notes of some catchy, popular tune filled with harmonic vocals. A bit old fashioned, but a classic. Frowning softly, Chani takes a deep breath to compensate for the struggle of the freighter attempting to scrub the air with its backup power supply. It's not meant for long-term survival, and definitely not for heated combat that eats up some of the available, cycled air.
[ Qutha Buvu Pah (Koof)]
Saber turned to be held upright before his face when the charge goes off, in preparation of potential shrapnel, only to find it a cleaner cut than the novice of ship boarding had expected. Too many holos in his childhood. Peering into the gloom, still surprised for the ability to do so, and striding forward with the same confidence that if his time was written then it was as it should be.
"I am... they's not." the glow of the plasma blade illuminating shipping containers with wookiees within once Qutha passes the threshold and into the 'prison' hold of the ship they've invaded. Looking across the way to lower the tip of the saber to point towards a Trandoshan at the back of the hold.
"Y'wanna ser'nder an' let these captives go." focusing his will, trying to plant the suggestion through the force, into the mind of the hunter. A mad attempt to coax a peaceful resolution from an aggressive species. The result being the dosh turning to stare at him, eyes glazing and a private war wrestling with the idea that wasn't his freezing the saurian.
[ Vega (Ve)]
"The wookies are behind the door." Vega states as she brings up a bloody hand to wrap around her lightsaber again. She wasn't sure if she should lunge forward to try to help with things or leave them for those who were at the front and not bleeding.
[ Sesti Greystorm (Sesti)]
The zabrak woman groans at the excited beep that comes through /and/ Nerys reminding them that Belate is there, too. "I think I could almost pity the poor bastard. He will be begging to be put out of his misery." Not bothering to use her ears this time, as the crash would obscure it anyway, Sesti instead hunkers to the side so that she can look through and see, her eyes fastening at once on a trando in an EVA suit at the controls to... looks like the cargo bay. EVA suit means one thing. Regardless of whether or not there are others in there, she's through the hole and charging toward the large alien. Dodging around a strut and then just plain vaulting over a crate, then running up a couple of boxes to skip across the top of a line of crates, she bounces off the wall panel and spins to face the trandoshan on her landing, not sure why he paused, but that's fine by her. If he still tries to space the wookies, her cane will have something to say about it.
[ Jax Greystorm (Jax)]
The large Trandoshan Captain in his EVA gear was in the process of trying to manually open the cargo hold and decompress the room. He looks at the melta bomb, "YOUssss will never take them bac.... What am I doing?" He says a bit confused and dazed. Giving the team a chance to act. Sesti had made it to him to make a motion.
Jax drops his blaster for a moment and his hand sweeps to his saber. "I'm opening the crates. Stop him!" His saber ignites as he rush to the first crate to cut open the lock.
[ Nerys Greystorm (Nerys)]
Once the door was opened, so to speak, Nerys moved in, keeping her blaster in hand, so that she did not need to race Sesti to the trandoshan. Heeding Jax's words, she left the crates to the jedi, and probably the other jedi, as she turned her attention to the captain, firing in his direction as she moved that way. Nothing hit, and that was a sadness, but if it kept him from being able to activate the controls, so much the better.
[ Chani Tahn (Chani)]
The danger to the Wookiees in the cages demands immediate action, and Chani doesn't hesitate to get involved. Quickly fastening the hilt of her lightsaber to her belt, both of her hands elevate and she submerges herself into the current of the Force. Again, the manipulation of the most basic energy in their universe pairs with her concentrated will, and while the Captain is stunned by Qutha's obfuscation, Chani immobilizes him by suspending him off the ground, leaving him unable to move. The strain is great for the few seconds prior to Qutha joining her, and Chani's own strength is not so sorely tested when the Zelosian's cooperative effort alleviates some of her effort. "We've got him. We should hand him over to the New Republic."
[ Qutha Buvu Pah (Koof)]
Left hand coming around, still approaching, Qutha's movements are guiding by feeling. Chani's ripples in the force having his arm out before he'd even realized and his own concentration bending in the flow of energies being directed by the Naboo. Once he realizes what those silent nudges in his consciousness were having him do he's sharing the weight with the other - lightsaber held in an outward horizontal guard.
"Hope on'v y'all got binders, ifn' we can 'void pluggin' him fulla blue sleep rings." if it weren't for the calm and the commitment to trying to show the trandoshan a better way it might have been a desperate bid at hope, to show someone that they had a chance for change without being battered first.
[ Sesti Greystorm (Sesti)]
Binders are not something Sesti carries around, and it is a fine time for her sense of sport to return. Seeing that the captain is bound by the force and not an immediate threat, she decides to make sure that should the bonds fail before they can get him physically bound, he can't try to repeat what he was doing. Seeing a spanner on the ground, she picks it up, and batters the controls with all her might. With the power out, there's no satisfying shower of sparks, but in short order the face plate is cracked, the key panel splintered in pieces on the floor and wires hanging down so that there is no way anyone is using that control panel to open the air lock of the cargo bay. Giving a curt nod, she tosses the spanner aside with a clatter, and looks around at any wookies that might appear from their crates, assessing their health.
[ Vega (Ve)]
Vega gives a look to the others and figures that things are OK. She makes her way over to where Jax is and brings her lightsaber up to start stabbing the ever loving crap out of the locks on the cages of the Wookies. "We'll get you guys out." she murmurs to them. She didn't want to turn the Captain over to the New Republic, but she doesn't voice her dissent out loud.
[ Jax Greystorm (Jax)]
The Wookiees are soon free helping the jedi and happy to see them. One of the village elders is happy to explain to the Captain that he is no the captain of the boat. The jedi and members of Saber back to the village soon. The team would find the one they let get away tased and tied up by a couple of droids.
