Log:BHG: Pirates and Slavers

BHG arrives in the midst of a raid

OOC Date: November 6, 2015 (Optional)
Location: Outer Rim colony
Participants: Bounty Hunter's Guild, Aubrei, Hadrix Kora, Terek Rosol, Narsai Ordo, Zelo Parrai, Aejin, Chani Tahn as Laurani, Sumi Kora

The ship rocks with entry into the atmosphere, and Lady Fae's voice cuts over the intercom, <"We are experiencing some chop.. looks like a storm.">

The others reside within the Kyber Heart, in particular near a massive caged armory with racks and racks and racks of weaponry, armor, and ammunition. The armory, albeit not important to the mission, was host to all manner of exotic items. Sumi, its owner, plucks up a T27 rifle, and casts its sling over her torso before emerging out with a handful of blaster packs.

<"Sent a hunter down to the surface already, and they say the town was in turmoil. Accosted by pirates; people dragged from their homes in the village.. it's not looking good."> The ship rocks again and Sumi steps to one side to favor the gravity and keep her balance.

<"This op is simple. If they look like a slaver, or a pirate, piece of drek.. we are putting them in an early grave. We're setting down on the outskirts of town, and we'll work our way in. My guy says there's a tall.. rekking.. ship.. thing there that the pirates are attempting to load everyone up on. Gathering people takes time, but I figure they all got to come back to their tall.. ship.. thing, so we fight it out there. With any luck, there will be more intel on the ship about how to follow up. Questions?">

Sumi pulled the charging lever back on her weapon initiating a high pitched whining charge, indicative of a weapon primed with aftermarket kick.

The older armor with its cross visor and long neck hides the youthful features of Aubrei. The snaregun is strapped to her back and the dartgun on her right hip but it is the S-5 she pulls while Sumi begins to speak of exactly what is going to happen down upon the planet. Killing. It causes the green armored figure to go still but then a simple but slow nod.

She checks the remaining power cell on the weapon and gracefully flips the weapon to stun, mistakes can be made and she does not want to be the one making them.

She remains stationed against the side of the ship, braced against the bulkhead with a knee and shoulder as she sorta half leans and bends forward over the weapon as the safety is double checked and she sets several more power cells in place upon her belt for quick access.

Only then does she straighten, keeping the sleek pistol in her right hand as the left reaches up to find purchase during their unsteady entrance. Her voice crackles over the coms as she finally checks. <"Com check. All green here.">

<"Civilian and non-combatant presence, Sumi?"> total war was the draw to pilot hunting. Hadrix's blood was up and he was strapped down for it. Pistols cross-belted, grenades, his ax, and that massive wookiee cannon of his present. The man even had throwing blades in the forms of rings of stars across his arms, thighs... magnetically connected to his shoulder pauldrons.

'Peace.' that voice creeping up and it only serving to hunch his shoulders and set the pin-light balor glow in the branch of his visor flaring. A shake of his head to it, a snort that becomes a burst of static in his vocalizer.

<"Want to make sure how careful I need to be."> a glance around, towards Narsai - maybe expecting something for the implication that he might be feeling a touch reckless today.

If there's one thing Terek hates more than anything else, it's a slaver. Pirates are pretty high on his list too, though. The cathar double checks his helmet before locking it into place.

It seemed the only weapons he had with him was his Glie-44 and his EE-3 slung on his side, <"Comms are green. I'm ready to roll.>" comes his voice over the local radio.

Cathar have a long history with slavers, and none of it is pretty. Terek had no doubt what was going to go down was a bloodbath.

Narsai herself was here, wrapped in her own red and black Beskar. With the helmet in place and the T-Visor obscuring her features, it was a little harder to read what thoughts might be going through the mind of the Ordo Alor and Reviver leader...but most Mandalorians knew how to spot the subtle shifts and inflection changes that were just as good as seeing a facial expression. Narsai had no fondness for slavers, that much had always been cleared. But such an overt display? Well, they had to be met with an equally overt response.

She wasn't exactly a guild hunter, but this wasn't her first job chasing a bounty and far from the first working with Sumi. In the face of all the heavy blasters, her own hand shifts to the Beskad resting at her back with a nod to Hadrix. <<"Some 'precise savagry' then.>>

Zelo Parrai is deftly moving through his final rundown. Both of his guns are reloaded, fully ready, and in perfect order - in large part due to the quality of their craftsmanship, but also the almost complete focus the Nautolan is possessed by. Pirates. Slavers. This is the two-man war he fought for all of the last fifteen years before bad luck, and good luck, brought him to Nar Shaddaa. The inherited blue armor gleams from fine polish and attention as he looks up to the Alor of clan Kora.

<"You said you sent a hunter ahead. Any chance they gave a layout of the place? I'd prefer to take overwatch for cover and recon, but that doesn't help if nothing is more than ten meters tall."> The tenor voice is cold, focused as the exposed fingertip of his right hand brushes the grip of his E-11 like a talisman. Inside the T-visor helmet, Zelo ignores the threatenings of his usual headache, black-pool eyes watching each member of this team in turn, memorizing features, colors, heights, armaments... Everything to tell his instincts who to protect - besides the innocents. They were, of course, the reason he was here. Fathers, mothers, children... Families. That's why he always fought the pirates, and the slavers.

<"Do we have a number on potential hostiles?"> Aejin asks calmly with the soft pop of his vocorder clicking to life. He doesn't spare time gawking around the hold of the Kyber Heart, but instead remains focused solely on ensuring that adequate ammunition present in the Enforcer held between his hands. He gives the drum a little spin, satisfied, before he firmly presses it closed. Spear angled over his back, Enforcer in hand, a rifle angled opposite the spear, a stun net launcher holstered high on his right thigh, and finally an old trusty combat knife rests secure within a sheathed affixed to the upper-left portion of his Dreadfinder armor's breastplate; positioned precisely so across his heart, as though to allow for a quick grab-and-stab should it come down to it. The Mandalorian is armed and ready to go, it seems.

Behind Aejin a pair of droids on their spindly legs click, clatter, and clank their little arachnid-like legs or feet with anticipation against the deck. That is until Aejin's vocorder clicks to life once more and he offers a remark to the pair, <"Stay onboard the ship. Keep it secure. Signal an alarm should anyone not identified as a friendly - or accompanied by a friendly - approach".> Then Aejin goes quiet, looks up from his Enforcer finally, and his darkened visor shifts throughout the hold, surveying those present as he reaches out to secure himself a grip on an applicable hold given the rough descent.

Bounty Hunter newbie Laurani Darncan has exactly one mission under her belt. That probably explains the worried look of determination etched into every feature of her face: 'some' chop is a 'lot' of chop for Darncan. Her knuckles are whitened from the grip she maintains on the harness fastening her into the crash seat welded to the Kyber Heart's frame. She's doing mental gymnastics right now, wondering about crumple zones and whether or not her armor is good enough to protect her in the event that they wind up nose down or butt first into the dirt. Rather than dwell on any potential bad happenings to the ship, she tries to focus on worrying about potential bad happenings once they make it to the surface. Pirates, after all, are not nice people. Any questions? Not from her. She's just waiting until there's solid ground under her feet again.

<<"Good copy, Aubrei,">> Sumi answers Aubrei, turning only when Hadrix addressed her next. <"Presently, unknown. We will need to be mindful moving in, there may still be people hiding in buildings, so always assume someone is within the structure until we clear it."> Common practice for soldiers anyway. Terek receives a nod from Sumi, and she shifts to regard Narsai, confirming her statement with a chuckle.

Zelo's question prompts Sumi to bring up the holo on her wrist, projecting a brief image of the large town to rotate. The objective, the center portion of town, was surrounded on all sides by tall buildings (like a town square). <"Should be plenty of places to set up a hidey hole, I imagine... it may depend on our orientation with the tall.. rekking.. ship thingy."> Sumi makes a motion like brushing the image away, but what she did was send it digitally to all their armor by way of their synced up HUDs.

Jin's question is the last Sumi answers, and it's with a shrug. <"Initial recon revealed roughly a small contingent.. 25.. 30.. no more. It was enough to comb the town and be threatening enough to dissuade a resistance.">

The Kyber Heart begins to show signs of slowing, the vessel's innards ticking with tension as engines roar. <"That's our cue. Grab what you need and let's head to the ramp.">

The landing zone was roughly fifty meters outside the WALLED town. It is nearing evening, and it is already dark. Rain falls moderately, and lights from the town give a hint to how hard it is raining (based off their glare.) There is a way into the town, the gate is open, and off through the distance, dark, and rain, the strobes of a tall vessel occupies what is likely the center of town; their objective. Sumi takes the rear after diddy bopping on down the ramp and holding the bottom, her weapon panning idly.

When they are brought down to the ground there is a shift in the way Aubrei holds herself. Comms in the clear she reaches up and taps the side side of her helmet but whatever she says is muffled and likely to herself. She steps forward, her smaller form taking point as the scout glances back, giving a thumbs up to the Alor of Kora and the rest. The S-5 in hand she dips low and the approaches the front gate with the apprehension of someone expecting to find guards but then who is going to be here to resist. No one.

They are unexpected and not yet knocking.

The woman is gone, sleek and swift as she heads towards the center of town from the westerly position. Aubrei stops though when she comes across something of interest and hugging the shadows she keys up comms and her fluid voice greets the others.

<"It appears we have come across our first contingent, there is a speeder here meant to carry them to their larger craft. They are currently ransacking the homes. I am going to move in to be ready to defend the speeder, I suggest we free those here and then hijack this thing, give them a surprise when they open up the back and we all pop out. But it seems they are cuffing the residents. Be careful, they can be used as shields so strike quick, strike fast and don't give them time to react.">

<"Copy"> SOP, but always good to see what intel had. <"Precision savagery."> the pistol he had been holding dropped back into his holster and the ax comes out. Bearded, yes, but short hafted... better balance. Left offline for now as he descends into the dark and rain, intent to keep to shadows and watch his steps while they still have some element of surprise to their advantage.

<<"Copy, Mesh'la Aubrei">> only a matter of time before someone translated Trip's nickname into Mando'a, really. Looking to information he has and what visual sensor data Gripper was able to relay to his HUD while he stalks forward, closing in for striking distance while he mentally assesses.

<<"Hand blasters and melee, spearhead for the larger speeder, draw attention from the smaller - long-arms track and fire on these targets marked by recon.">> those from Bre's marks being highlighted for assumed position. <<"Blitz and eliminate - reduce chances for comms.">> blink marking points for ingress as he goes - not quite taking the rocket leap to put his ax in someone while he lays things out.

Terek steps up once the group starts to move in, and fires his jetpack, launching himself up onto one of the rooftops nearby. One of the pirates appears to have heard his rocket pack as he went up into the air, because the pirate looks up at him

The cathar aims his pistol downwards, lining up a shot with the man that is looking right at him. He gives a quick wave with his left hand before firing off a trio of shots.

Blaster bolts fired, it seems the approach of closing in stealth wasn't going to happen for Narsai. Oh well.

A WHOOSH of her jetpack, the girl leaps to the air in a streak of red and black armor, her Beskad flashing out of its sheath and her form streaking through the air right into the midst of the startled slavers. The first cut ends one injured slaver before she even touches down, biting deep into his torso and pulling clear in a spray, but even before the gruesome sight concluded she wheeled on her heel and slashed in a sweep, tearing into the leg of another foe moving to dodge before the twist and followup of her weapon seperated head from shoulders.

Zelo nods and idly offers a thumbs-up, already combing through the info that has been beamed to his HUD. He'll need to get to one of those buildings and set up some sort of hide. Until he gets there, he's going to need to be ready for closer combat; with practiced ease he swings up the E-11 and watches the Mandalorian scout take the lead, quickly losing sight of her from his vantage inside the ship. Filing down the ramp, he quietly repeats his mantra in his head and whispers it in his helmet, without the comms or the vocoder. A faint red glow begins to pulse as the advance notice from Aubrei comes back - ransacking houses, stealing people... Zelo's grip on the carbine tightens.

It sounds like a solid plan is forming, quiet, coordinated maybe, but the plans always go out the window when the first shot fires. He doesn't worry about being unheard, but he does adhere to his preferred method of not being seen. The plan can still work, it's just in need of some adaptation. As he jogs forward to find the marked foes in his HUD - courtesy of Mesh'la Aubrei - he snaps a shot off on the move at the moment his heel slips a little on a loose stone, causing the bolt to go just wide enough to properly test a pirate's hearing. He shakes his head, plants and pulls the trigger again, ending that pirate before they have the chance to thank whatever they believe in for the second chance. Watching one of the friendlies landing in the middle of the pirates and going to work with a sword, Zelo speaks inside his helmet, "Pirates, slavers, bandits... They don't get second chances."

The armored Nautolan continues to move irregularly, doing his best to blend into the shadows of the night as he closes.

The jerk of the ship touching down is a motion that triggers relief through Laurani Darncan. Reaching up to her chest, she twists the ring lock placed over the center to disengage all four harness buckles. The straps that were drawn up fall over the lip of the chair and the two draped over her shoulders go slack. They rasp across her armor when she stands. Both of the straps draw taut for a second, before gliding away from her shoulders to slap against the back of the seat that she leaves behind. Laurani has her blaster rifle on sling around her torso and attached at a single point near her left shoulder, allowing for both ease of use and freedom of mobility should she need to drop it.

At the moment, she takes it up in both hands, with her left hand curled forward just beyond the power cell well and her right gripping the handle so her thumb can ride near the fire selector and her index finger can ride along the trigger guard. Two simple motions that can be performed simultaneously will make the blaster rifle lethal. Following the others out of the ship, Laurani takes up a spot somewhere near the tail end of the group. Every few seconds or so, she does her due diligence by turning completely around to scan their six for anything that might somehow be following them through the rain and the dark. It's technically Sumi's job to do it as most rear of the line, but an extra pair of eyes never hurt in a situation like this.

Joining the others in moving around the perimeter of the location they're aproaching, Laurani spots lights come on through the windows of one of the homes. Natural instinct means that her blaster rifle is up at high ready and trained towards it. Rather than anything coming through it, a woman and a child run out through the door. The woman is fleeing with her child. <"This is Darncan. Two outside the front of a house trying to escape."> Elsewhere, the battle is starting. Rather than try to wave the woman and her child over to their position -- two random civilians are not likely to run towards people wielding guns -- and away from the house, Laurani instead trains her barrel on the door to wait for whoever decides to follow them out.

On down the boarding ramp he goes, the Mandalorian that is Aejin briskly striding down with his Enforcer gripped in hand. His helmet scans as he moves, holding his own position to the side of the boarding ramp. At least until move order is given, at which point Aejin briskly breaks from his position and moves to take one of the wings of their approach for himself. The call for a reduction in the likelihood of enemy comms results in Aejin's left hand rising up to take the grip of the combat knife sheathed over his heart. He slides it smoothly free and reverses his grip on it with a twirl of his fingers. Enforcer in one hand, knife in the other, he gives a nod toward Hadrix. The relay of information is acknowledged with a single click of his vocorder, without a word ever spoken. Soon after the shooting begins in earnest. While some take to the air and rooftops to conduct their attack, Aejin remains securely planted on the ground. More or less. He stays on the move though, that's to be certain. Careful but confident strafing sidesteps take him toward one of the structures and, ideally, some form of cover. Though he doesn't seem too rushed to reach that cover; likely anticipating his armor protecting him against all but the worst. As he squeezes the trigger of the Enforcer, his target crumples to the ground. There isn't any sort of dramatic shaking or wiggling in the air for the pirate, as one may see in some action holos. The pirate simply collapses to the ground without ceremony.

The initial combat begins, growing in volume that competes with the loud fall of the rain. The group is on firm road now, the outer perimeter of the town is comprised of residential homes leaving the business districts to be at its center. With houses on both sides of the street here, the situation is a bit more complex. There could be anyone in those houses, and some of our heroes are at the center of it.

Also in the center, is a large paddywagon like speeder, its back hatch shut, people inside! The speeder is on, its lights oriented to a yard and house. Six (6) bad guys remain out in the open, 2 of them are holding innocent people (125 diff with potential to hit friendly) as shields.

<"Rekking drek!"> Curses Sumi, whose burst of fire sent an agile pirate behind cover uninjured! She moves ahead despite their firing at her, to engage at closer range.

As the others engage in the seconds that follow her report, Aubrei is given each them in turn to position herself and choose her target but soon becomes targets. Bracing herself against the speeder as she moves over to use it as cover her arms extended as she uses both hands to steady the pistol. Breathe in. Breathe out.

The slight squeeze sends the stun ring across the distance and clips the first slaver who is distracted by her compatriots and he goes down, freeing the poor civilian.

Confidence has been built up and she turns, swiveling like a turret as she continues to use the speeder as one stun ring hits the next pirate but he keeps his feet. That won't do. Another exhale and one more ring as it slams into the pirate and sends him down letting another figure free.

<"Bystanders free, moving in.">

From his perch on high, Terek is doing what he can to make the pirates keep their heads down. He's not hitting anything but blaster fire is still going to make them think twice, and allow the others to find better positions to attack from.

At least that's the plan in his mind. He's waiting to see if any fire gets returned his way and he'll have to take cover.

Slavers, falling while he makes his calculations - people being held hostage. <<"Aejin, Zelo, Terek... Rekk em.">> AH. Yes. The Sumi Kora book of tactics. A fine example for how to handle situations like this, blaster bolts singing around his position, concealed for the barest moment from the pirates before he thumbs his ignition toggle.

FhupFHUPfhupfhupfhuuuuuu.

The sound that Plan Besh makes vibrates through his helmet and the big man appears from the underbrush into the rain, ax held in two hands whining to hypersonic life as he taps the trigger again.

FhupFHUPFhupFHUPFhupFHUPFhupFHUPFHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!

Wait rocket pack works! Hadrix SURPRISE!!! He's picking up speed and there's death in his eyes!!! Hurtling across the distance for that very precise application of outright savagery that the man used to be known for. Ax sinking into the head and down to the mid-chest of the slaver he'd targeted in a momentary rush of arterial spray, leaving the half-bisected slaver to fall and the Massive Mandalorian to hover over his quarry, chest heaving and red running with the rainwater down his armor.

Zelo is having a hard time making everything out in the dark, but he sees enough to know that things are going their way, from the rocket packs flaring to the blaster bolts taking targets off of the HUD inside his helmet, including a pair of brilliant shots by the scout as she saves a pair of civilians from the cowards standing behind them. The Nautolan in the shining blue beskar continues to advance as the invaders continue to drop. It doesn't take long for the last two targets to come into his sights, where they don't remain targets for long. The first one takes a hit in the chest that flings it backwards; the second takes a bolt to the top of the leg just below where leg meets body - flinging the lower half out from under the pirate and throwing them face-first into the ground (not that they felt it).

Zelo advances, red glow still seeping out from some of the gaps in his armor as he nears the speeder where Aubrei had been covering. <"Incredible shots, Aubrei."> The red glow lightens a little, but it quickly returns as he looks around. <"Plan's going well so far, eh?"> He triggers the comms channel for the rest of the group.

<<"So... is the plan to wait here for them to come looking for that speedertruck, or do we need a driver? I know I can handle it if needed.">> The Nautolan is still tense, and he's coiled, ready to jump on the next shot he needs to take. It does, unfortunately, keep him from getting as far down as he should.

As the fighting in the open begins to dwindle, Aejin quickly moves to the transport speeder. Near the hatch the golden armored Mandalorian yanks the hatch open and his vocorder clicks to life as his dark tinted visor stares into the lit compartment. The vocorder clicks to life as though he were preparing to speak, but it never comes. Instead, something seems amiss, likely resulting in the sudden silence. One of these is not like the others. While some are wearing jumpsuits akin to those typicall worn by engineers across the galaxy, one of them is not. Spying the blaster being raised in his direction, Aejin begins to move. Clearly not wishing to fire into the cramped confines of the compartment, instead the figure in the golden Dreadfinder steps up and forward into the compartment as his vocorder clicks to life once again, <"LOOK AT ME AND KISS ME!!!"> he practically roars out Aejin rushes forward. A blaster bolt scores his chestplate, but does not penetrate.

When the slaver within the compartment and Aejin collide, it's with a foiled attempted at a knee striking the slaver in the groin at the end of his charge. The roaring continues, the vocorder practically screeching in its attempt to produce the shouted sounds that are, altogether, incoherent. Aejin's left hand drops the knife it grips and seeks to arrest the gunman's wrist, jerking and pushing it roughly upward that if the barrel discharges any further, it will be into the ceiling of the cargo compartment. One the wrist is properly controlled, Aejin attempts to tug the pirate in tight. There are no shouts or grand words as Aejin's golden helmet lurches far back, before catapulting forward to strike the durasteel plate covering his forehead into the face of the pirate.

A sickening crunch fills the immediate vicinity as the slaver goes limp, along with his grip on the pistol. As the unconscious miscreant crumples to the deck, Aejin quickly swoops down to wrest the blaster from the pirate's grip and collect his knife. Only when the pirate is given a quick search to ensure he has no further weapons, grenades, forks, or other utensils of war, does Aejin's vocorder click to life as he gives instructions to the others occupying the space, <"How flert more are there?">

The seasoned members of the Bounty Hunter's Guild are making the pirates regret their life choices. Laurani hasn't fired a single shot yet. She waits, in the darkness and the rain, for the glowing frame of the door to have a silhouette in it. And when it does, that's when she decides to fire her weapon. The sight of an enemy combatant for a fresh boot like her is still enough to trigger her adrenaline. It kicks the pace of her pulse into overdrive, and a rippling sensation of her pores tightening all over her body makes her skin feel tight. She remembers to squeeze, not yank, and the blaster rifle's barrel doesn't deviate from its vector because of it. A bright red lance of destructive force barks out from the barrel and makes the immediate vicinity stink of burned ozone. She catches the slaver attempting to chase the woman and her child and hopefully provides them with the distraction they need to get away.

Swift strikes amidst the storm of blaster bolts and panicing Slavers, Narsai's Beskad tears through her targets, striking down another before one swiftly manages to weave back from her strike and save himself. It -would- be frustrating, but the odds aren't exactly in the scum's favor and sure enough he's cut down swiftly by the others. Exhaling a breath as the last one before her falls, Narsai turns, sweeping both her gaze and the tracking HUD of her helmet over the chaos.

Sumi's second burst was a little less effective than the first, pocking up the mud and rain soaked lawn of the house where some pirate came out, hauling after an escaping mother and their child. That pirate was not so lucky though, because Laurani was waiting for them. A solid tags drops the poor sod into the mud, but they fire from the prone striking the side of the paddywagon with a blaster bolt that redirects to the sky somewhere, lost in the darkness and to the rain.

The radio of the guy Aejin knocked TF out blares.

<<"What's going on over there? Boss is getting nervous, thinking about taking off with what we have. He says you got five minutes to make it to the ship, or you're left behind.">> The comm clicks, then static.

One (1) guy remains, an injured guy climbing back to his feet from the mud and ground where Laurani had dropped them once already.

The paddywagon is full of people, men and women wearing engineers' jumpsuits. They're all restrained inside, sitting to each side of an aisle. The aisle is where Aejin stands, inside this truck!

<<"I'm okay to joy ride,">> Sumi says in a stoic manner, centering up on the final guy to put him out of his misery, if someone didn't beat her to it!

The people around them, slowly being liberated can figure out how they want to take their revenge on the prone figures. Thinking they have cleared the lot of them, Aubrei turns slowly only to see one still standing. There is something akin to a sigh from her as she lifts her gun, now held in only one hand and depresses the trigger. The stun circle cuts through the rain and slams into the pirate to knock him on his ass and out cold. Slowly the gun lowers and she wipes a hand at her visor to clear away the rain.

"Joy ride? Yes, lets. I am not driving. No one wants that."> She knows where her strengths lie and it is not in keeping the speeder in one piece. Stepping over one of the fallen pirates she half jump hops and lands in a puddle.

Water sprays everywhere and she laughs within her helmet before reaching up to the back of the paddy wagon, epering in to see if they will need to usher the locals out so they can get on their merry way before she finds a place to cling to and keep and eye on what they approach.

One could very likely swear they heard the slaver from between clenched teeth as Hadrix kicks aside the body of the ex-pirate at his feet while the others are gunned and cut down around him. Ax held low in one hand, looming towards the controls if no one else takes the gig. <"I can drive...">

He can... Rather well too. But he's still has his dander up which means it's -how- he will drive well, and who through he might do so when the time comes to it. Liquid growl still rustling through his helmet vocalizers, the big man looks about, visor landing on the stunned pirates. Then his ax... then the stunned pirates.

'Peace'.

"They're pirates."

'Peace'. another heavy breath running through the big man as he glowers down at the ground.

If Hadrix is going to be driving, Terek will be more than happy to ride along on the side, or maybe even jetpack along the side. Whatever the group thinks might be the best option, "They are pirates. And we'll stop them before they get off world." Terek says, as he checks his weapon again.

Maybe he'll tweak the sights on the ride over.

A quick brush of her blade against one of the fallen corpses to clean it off, Narsai's Beskad is sheathed and she looks between the others. <<"We'll catch them, suprise them, make them pay.">>

Moving up, her hand lightly makes to rest on Hadrix's shoulder. <<"And they will, but we'll make sure we can get their victims out. Make sure we leave enough of them alive to track them to where they hide and where they sell....">>

As for what comes after that? The promise lays unspoken.

Zelo nods, watching the last of the search party drop to the ground under a casually-aimed stun shot. He looks to the back of the speedertruck, where the innocent are being seen to, released and saved from what surely would have been a life considered unpleasant at best. Hadrix says that he can drive, so Zelo nods. Not needed. <<"I'm going to follow a backstreet, try to make my way to the top of one of those taller buildings and get in position. If I have enough time, I'll try to set up some misdirects for a hide. If not... Well, you'll all have covering fire either way.">> He may just be fully exposed to the pirates' ship. Still emitting a faint red glow inside his armor, Zelo holds the E-11 ready as he makes for the nearest alley at a run. On foot, you better be fast to get in place ahead of a speeder.

The restrained passengers are given a once-over from Aejin's visor. When it finally clicks the life his helmet tilts toward one of the passengers as he holsters his Enforcer, then proceeds to slide his knife back into its own sheathe. He approaches one of the passengers as his vocorder clicks to life, <"I'm going to remove your restraints. Everyone else get up and out. You,"> he nods toward the one whose restraints he begins to work on removing, <"remove the restraints of another. Then get everyone freed. We have work to do."> Only after the restraints are removed does Aejin stoop to collect the comlink from the slaver on the deck. He lifts his helmet just enough that he may speak without utilizing his vocorder and waits to speak during a time that there's no blaster fire or shouts or screams or whatever else, "Busy. Standby," he explains in simple terms, as though he's distracted. Once that delaying tactic is made, Aejin's hand lifts, holding the comlink aloft, "Someone talkative convince this kriffstick that all is fine and we're on the way".

The comlink in one hand, ready to pass it off. Aejin stoops down to collect the slaver with his other hand, gripping at whatever it is he can grip, to drag him out of the compartment. The confiscated blaster is then passed from Aejin to one of the engineers, but only after setting it to DEATH. His helmet back down, the vocorder clicks to life once again, <"Do what you will with him".> Notably, Aejin does not offer suggestions.

When he's finally finished with his business, Aejin's attention drifts around to the gathering of mercenaries, bounty hunters, Mandalorians, and all the rest. The comlink still held up and out, as though he were threatening an entire room with a thermal detonator.

Before Laurani has a chance to put an end to the slaver's misery, someone else does it for her. It's a stunning shot that will leave him incapacitated for who knows how long. He'll either wake up to vengeance from whoever is left in town, wake up with no ride home, or maybe never wake up at all. Laurani figures that's about as justice as it's going to get out here. She could put one in him while he's under, but he's an unarmed combatant and she doesn't think that's real savvy. The others are beginning to load up into a speeder to hump it back to the main location where the slavers are operating. Decision made for her, Laurani hustles over to the vehicle they're going to 'joy ride' in and sets about getting in so she's not the one left out in the middle of nowhere without a ride.

And so by foot, or by speeder, our band make their way to the center of town in a race against time to prevent the slavers from taking off, or better yet, escaping a well deserved fate. Tune in for the next installment of BHG: Pirates and Slavers.