Log:Boarding Party

Boarding Party

OOC Date: September 11, 2020
Location: Space
Participants: Septima Carnine, Sesti Greystorm, Tyrius Bodega, Naome, Eedulk, Ambrosia Greystorm, Vhe Tenara, Jax Greystorm

A few of the Senators and Representatives had been asked to head to a planet to talk on a potential joining of the New Republic, about halfway through their trip though the ship that they had been on had dropped from hyperspace with no reason as to why. There was very little time to get up shields or to do evasive maneuvers before there were two ships pinning in the delegates ship. Well, this is a pickle isn't it?!

Pirates were some of the scum of the galaxy and they'd greeted the ship with a bit of zealotry that was reserved for bigger fights. Maybe they were afraid that their prize would get away quickly?

Senators and Representatives had been moved quickly from where they'd been sitting and conversing comfortably to the bridge where they would be more secure, or so that was what some of the security folks had thought.

Once on the bridge, Sesti had found a seat out of the way to lower herself and the rather large belly that can't be concealed by any armor, now. She has her cane held a little more firmly in her grasp, but she looks composed as she leans back to find a more comfortably position for her back and belly.

Lord Bodega, Representative of Drik was no stranger to Pirate incursion. Having spent several years underground fighting a small resistance against the pirate overlords of his world before it was liberated, he knew first hand what to expect. "If you have a weapo, I suggest readying it..." He offers, looking around at the others. He was about four or five wines in, nice and loose. Ready for a fight if any middle aged to elderly man could be ready for a fight. He drew the oranate blade that hung from his side, thought merely to be a symbol of status. As the Saber was wielded, they could clearly see that it was sharp... very sharp and likely had seen action before.

Lady Naome was escorted without much fuss from her. Still clutched in her hand, a tall glass of clear wine. Naome wore an orange hooded tunic with silver jewelry but had passed on any touch of makeup to accentuate her natural beauty. Chestnut brown curls hang about her head, cupping her neck and displayed in plain view along the parallel openings of her hood. Naome stood watch at the bridge view port, sipping the wine calmly while observing the goings on outside the vessel with an unamused yet stoic expression. At Lord Bodega's suggestion of readying weapons, Naom turns from the view with a hiked brow. What weapon did the Nubian have? A sharp wit perhaps. She was no soldier, so she left the soldiering to the professionals; or those who knew better than she.

Hyperspace makes for a boring trip though a trip off planet means Eedulk, Eep, is checking over his gear. One always needs to make sure one's equipment is in tip-top shape and the sudden drop from hyperspace causes him to frown, growling wordless. He straps on the CNG Void armor, which means duster and gloves are left behind, and the heavy belt is wrapped about waist. The blaster is strapped to a thigh and helmet hangs off the belt, he jogs to the bridge with hand riding on the grip of the weapon. Dark gaze finds Sesti, he notes the others on the Bridge, and he unholsters the blaster as he strides over to Sesti's side. He places himself a step or two in front of her and off to her side.

The captain of the ship was really hoping this was going to be a REALLY easy trip, but, when pirates suddenly appear out of the darkness there is a growing concern for himself. Not so much the passengers. "They're going to blame this all on me." he whines to his first in command. There is a lot of eye rolling to that. "A signal has been sent to the New Republic and Rogue Squadron, we don't know if they will be able to respond quickly, but, we are hoping." the communications officer tells the group.

Meanwhile, there is a very unhappy looking Mekil sitting with a dog droid and he's shaking his head, but he's not said anything yet. Which might be good.

There is a voice that comes over the internal comms about five minutes later, "Ladies and Gentlemen. We're you're uninvited guests. If you'd kindly just let us in the bridge doors we won't have to hurt anyone." the voice states. Apparently negotiations were in order.

A slow smile spreads across Sesti's lips as she hears the voice on the other side. Her fingers on her cane wrap easily around it, and though she remains seated, her grip is ready to wield the suddenly humming cane. She gives a single glance to Eedulk, who's taken his place in front of her but left room for her to wield to the other side, she looks at Tyreus ready with his sharpened steel, then turns to Naome. "I believe that too many people speaking at once will only make this more difficult. As ranking Senator, I yield to you, Lady Naome, to negotiate with our unwelcome guests."

[PASS ( +79)] Tyrius Bodega's Diplomacy @ (100) diff.

Tyrius Bodega grumbles, looking back at the captain. "Oh shut up." Clearly Lord Bodega was not in the mood for self pity in thia moment. As the voice come over the comms, his charming smile appeara. "I would suhhest against that, son."

Called out by name, Naome turns to regard Sesti, but her brows could hike no higher. Yielded to, in the face of danger? "Hmm, very well. Captain, have one of your men show me how to work this thing.." The demure form of the Nubian Senator walks calmly over to the hatch where she studies the intercom device to communicate with the other side. At being shown how to initiate contact, Naome takes a healthier sip from her wine and extends a pretty finger to press the button.

Naome pulled her hand back and lifted her wine up for a drink. "Either they will be convinced to come inside and we fight; or they leave; or they blow up the ship. I am content to wait and see how this unfolds." Naome steps back from the door and gently brushes aside a portion of her tunic to show an elegant holster. Resting inside is a custom Theed-Arms S5 blaster which she upends and holds to her side /just/ in case this devolves to more aggressive negotiations.

Politics, fancy talky word like, and Eep lets all the folks who are more knowledgeable in such matters do what they do best. Whereas he simply stays by Sesti at a couple steps in front of her and gives her room to wield her cane. The modified pistol is held at a low ready, a finger rests along the trigger guard with dark gaze steady on the main entrance yet still tracks about bridge, wary and alert.

The tension her aura puts into the air is suffocatingly thick, in this moment. The moments she is most quiet are oft the moments the General is most terrifying. Or about to be. Just ask the kids.

Their SAR vessel is accompanied by an escort of fighters - something to either blast the enemy ship off the Diplomatic shuttle or, if the shuttle's hull was breached and enemy craft sucked onto the hole like a tick, they'd keep other unfriendly firepower subdued while the SAR became its own tick on the pirate craft's back. Either way, they're getting on board, dammit. And soon.

The old battleaxe sits motionlessly in her jump seat, unyielding stare fixated on the airlock, thinking murderous thoughts. This is her meditation. She's already envisioning the potential weak points of their armor, and how best to slice through those joints or tickle the brainstem. Granny Grump's in-utero grandchild is onboard that shuttle, which makes this personal, which means she aims to /hurt/. What sort of grandmother would she be, to do anything less? Ambrosia, venemous creature that she is, is a /wonderful/ grandmother because she's also the worst. As with any self-respecting gram, there are special treats in that fannypack belted 'round her waist: metal knuckles, throwing knives, and a frag grenade(a last resort, surely).

Angry grandma is best grandma.

General Greystorm is not storming the shuttle alone, of course. An overdue blink severs her glare from airlock and repositions it seventy degrees aside, upon her son - the avenging father. A second blink puts Vhe in her crosshairs. "I'll allow one survivor, for productive interrogation purposes. Be sure to call it loud and clear, if you've selected a candidate." An index finger unfurls toward the ceiling for reiteration. "One."

SAR 2 and its squadron escorts come hurtling into view, on the warpath. Naome's warning is made true.

Aboard the ship, Vhe looks to Ambrosia as she uses the comms. A curious look is given and the initiate steps forward to get a better look at what is before them. Her gaze narrows and she looks to Jax as her arms lift to cross before her but there is a wonder of uncertainty upon her face. "General, are we meant to board?" Because right now she seems to be assessing the situation as if she will not be boarding and attempting to aid from aboard the ship itself.

"Glad you are on our side," she says to Ambrosia before one hand lowers and she flexes her fingers. Her right hand to be exact and it lowers to the cylinder wrapped in leather with a strange large fang hanging from its end at her hip.

Jax was dressed in jedi robes, though his outer robes were removes. He sit in floor of U-wing with his saber in hand. His eyes were closed as if he was in meditation. As his mother stormed up and down. Then his mother is a simmering storm. His eyes flash open and he looks at Amber. "Mother. The Force will be with us. There is no point in borrowing trouble before we need it." He sighs trying to reach out and feel Sesti. Then exhales. "We will deal with the situation as it develops."

Tyrius Bodega says, "Glad you are on our side," she says to Ambrosia before one hand lowers and she flexes her fingers. Her right hand to be exact and it lowers to the cylinder wrapped in leather with a strange large fang hanging from its end at her hip."

"Oh...the New Republic and their haughty words and talking. I'm not scared of the New Republic." The lead talker states on the other side of the doors. Where his crew has been working to breach and it's with a pop and a loud clattering of durasteel that the door comes tumbling down. The man steps through and with him come a small group with blasters at the ready. He raises his arms, "My good Senators and Representatives, we are just here to relieve you of your credits, jewels, weapons and possibly ship..." he's mid spiel when Angry Grandma Greystorm takes over the comms.

"Oh...now she sounds like a good bit of fun!" he rubs his hands together.

Some people just like to hear themselves speak really. The goons file in, starting to help themselves to some of the belongings of the crew. "Hey boss...there really is New Republic ships out there..." one of the goons states as he gets a little antsy. This was no good.

As Naome steps back, Sesti's eyes seem to glow a bit, and she rises from her chair. She knows without looking that her head of security, who is, coincidentally, also her cousin, is moving with her as she moves towards the doors. The tone of the man's voice makes it obvious that he has no intention of backing down, and she has no intention of playing fair with the intruders. She goes to the doors and flattens her back to the side of the bulkhead next to it. As one of the pirates that filed past her begins to rough a crew member for their belongings, the cane swings up, cracking on the closest arm, cracking his wrist and sending a good dosage of stun electricity along said arm and through his body. Although she moves well for a woman well advanced in pregnancy, and her body mostly hasn't lost it's edge, she does overbalance on the swing back down, and instead ends up with the cane planted on the ground again. "Do not touch what does not belong to you," she instructs the man fiercely.

"you should start valuing you life over other people's property, Kid." Lorg Bodega spoke eloquently as he lowered his blade into a mid guard position. With a sudden fury of a man who might have been 20 years younger, he lunges, sliding the slightly curved saber across the loud moth's midsection. He was skillful, at least as much as an old man could be. Someone who no doubt practiced a lot when he was younger. The truth was, Tyrius hadn't seen battle in nearly four or five years. he was rusty and it showed. Opened with holes in his defense. Yet still regal in that dress of his.

He flashes his opponent a charming smile.

Unable to see with the sudden flurry of activity at the door, Naome steps back deciding it's not worth the risk to fire into the group and potentially harm anyone. So she keeps her finger off the trigger, and her weapon aimed at the ground for now. Her knuckles grow white and her hand shakes. It wasn't until one of the pirates danced away from the group that she positioned herself in a proper stance and extended her arm out to fire. Her first shot goes wide, sparking off the bulkhead, prompting a grimace from her. Her second shot struck, sinking into the pirate and from her perspective disabled him. His friend moved to his side to see what happened and looked at her. It was enough time to obtain a sight picture and she fired. He took a shot in the arm too. It seemed like Naome was attempting to fire to disarm, not to kill. Or, she was suffering the effects of her wine, which she still clutched in her other hand.

Dark eyes narrow as the Pirates enter the Bridge and he slips off to a side as Sesti moves to the door. He slips to the other side of said door with blaster rising and gripped in both hands now. And as they begin to manhandle the crew for credits and various valuables, he levels the pistol onto one and squeezes the trigger. The familier whine and crackle as a lance of a red bolt strikes out; he quickly shifts targets and trigger squeezed again, unleashing another lethel bolt of red.

"Of course we're boarding." Ambrosia unbuckles her harness in preparation and cues up the H.U.D on her visor with a slap to helmet. Jax gets a sardonic, sideways look. "I'm not here to negotiate. If they were the sort who listened to reason, they'd be high-tailin it away by now, buuuut..." SAR 2 shudders as it connects with the Marvelous Maiden's 2nd airlock.

"See?" She points aloft to the intercom. "They're still here." Bogged down by the Republic rescue committee, but that still counts, in her book. "Slow, systematic approach, we sweep as we go." Not that there's many offbranching compartments TO check on this fairly tubular-shaped craft.

The mated airlocks open with a blast of cool, refined air, revealing not a piratical soul in sight, but the other airlock is within view, door closed. No doubt whatever crew remained aboard had their hands full with defending their vulnerable position. Aft leads to the engine room and escape pod. Fore leads to the passenger compartment. It's their first stop.

Ambrosia peeeers around the corner of the opening hatch after punching the door panel rather rudely. Next goes her left hand, creeping until it touches the intercom panel there. <<Esteemed guests...your means of escape is suffering a wee bit of damage while you dally here. From where I'm standing - rest assured, quite close - you've two options: Easy way, you file calmly and cooperatively into the airlock where once your craft was docked. Hard way, you come have a little sport with this old soldier. I'm guaranteed to be a good time.>>

Of course! Boarding is had and Vhe is quick to move. Even as Ambrosia peers the initiate walks her way down the hall, towards the bridge. She glances back and tilts her head, as if to motion Jax with her. Her footfalls carry her forward quickly as the comms light up with Ambrosia's words. It might give them the element of surprise given that she is speaking from behind the Ysanna as she picks up the pace.

The door to the bridge wooshes open and with little time to prepare, she reaches out with the Force in an attempt to disarm one and throw him against the bulkhead. But the attempt fails her and she shoves him lightly, merely rocking him on his feet with no actual result in favor of her abilities. She frowns and glances to the room at large as the blade at her hip is drawn from her belt.

Jax rises in a fluid motion his saber hand. He moves silently down the hall of the captured ship toward the bridge. Then as him and Vhe appear he hits the button extending his saber. The blue blade extending from his saber. He stands there at the ready to deflect any blaster attack coming at him. His expression Resolute, "I am Jax Greystorm, jedi knight. One of the women you have hostage is my pregant wife. I haven't came here to fight you yet. I've came here to warn you. What you may thank as threats, are promises. I traveled here with your death. Surrender and surreder now. You've angered the great Krayt Dragon of the Republic. She is coming and I am her heald. Surrender now and live. If not I will not stop her. You do have my wife after all and I am only capable of so much mercy."

These Representatives and Senators have a bit of brass in them! The captain chuckles as they attack. Crew are wounded, then one is killed and there is a turning of the expression on his face. Then...then there is Ambrosia speaking and the man might not look like he has a TON of sense, but, he knows when there is an angry dragon. A very angry one. "Well..." he states as he looks to his men. Then out the window to the ships that are around them. He turns when others speak. He'd definitely picked the wrong mark.

He raises his hands gracefully, "Boys, lets lay our weapons down and do as the nice lady and the Jedi ask. We just wanted some gubbins, not anyone dead. And I'm sure that lady is going to kill us if we get to hurting anyone." he points out.

A little bloodshed and threats from General Greystorm go a LONG way!

Sesti is about to lift her cane to defend herself and her baby once more, but the pirates realize their mistake, and when the man's chortling at the prospect of a lively confrontation with Amber shifts, she almost smirks as she puts down her cane. Her eyes squint, narrowing as she looks towards the door where her husband appears, and both hands lean heavily on the cane as she shuts it off. Taking a deep breath, she leaves the others to take make sure the pirates are escorted out as she walks over to her husband, leaning to speak quickly with him before she walks out the rubble of the door that the pirates made.

"So you learned you lesson, son. Someone elses property ant worth your life... because now you know they'll kill you for it." Lord Bodega says with that smile, eyes turning to fall upon Amber and the approaching Jedi. "Ah. General. So lovely to see you." There was Tyrius holding a bloody saber, all musky and sweaty from five seconds of battle... as any old man should be. He keeps his blade drawn, just incase, moving to help secure the now prisoners.

"Well, that is done with," Naome says softly, and slides her pistol back into place without looking. "Will we be staying on ship, or moving to another? My wine's run out, I'm afraid."

The moment over with blaster held steady for a few moments longer and Eep grunts as the Pirates surrender. The weapon holstered, safety thumbed, and leather clasp is buttoned over the pistol grip. He keeps the pirates in sight and steps over to Sesti, yet still keeps a polite distance.

Aw, well she can't space them NOW, can she? Wait, can she? Mm. Somethingsomething warcrime...

Bloody politics

The 'Krayt Dragon' moves through the passenger compartment with a long, confident stride and evenly measured sway of hips. It's more of a prowl really, as her leathery self bears down on the bridge and its prisoners-to-be with a cold, unsmiley sort of smile. The regal lift of her chin, the menacing gleam in her eye...she'd wear an Imperial uniform well. But that armored bodysuit is nice, too. As the retired femme fatale surveils the now-captive pirates (and a bloody, sweaty Tyrius) it isn't too difficult to imagine what she might've been, in her prime.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance," a gravelly purr emits from the General when she pinpoints one SHE perceives as the leader. "Senators, Representatives, I'm glad we find you well. We'll rake the scum from your deck and haul it aboard ours, to detention. If your shuttle remains operable, I suggest you use it. If not, I'm sure we'll find room to accomodate all."

How many pirates are left standing? 5, 6? Airlock's got plenty of room - sealed shut and life support system activated, of course. Sesti goes waddling on by and she arcs a brow. A very slight glance is cast to the younger woman's engorged belly and she does a bit of mental math, which was never her strongsuit, but still doesn't seem to tally. A faint semblance of a frown turns down one corner of her mouth. Her knife comes up in hand and gestures to the pirate crew. "Strip your armor, dump your weapons, empty your every pocket, nook, and cranny, and let's go. Single file. Hands atop your head. One of you gets out of line, you'll be doing us a favor. Saving us resources..." The blade wags meaningfully in her hand and she waits for them to do as instructed. Hawk-eyed. Itching for an excuse.

Fearless Jedi knight, faced down legions, the knights of Ren, the Sith, fought in battles. He's proved more than once Jax well takes after his stock. It all goes out the window. He looks at Sesti and what she whispers. Then he falls on his butt and there's a short incomperhensible phrase? Yeah well we'll call it a phrase, "Baby.. now?"

While the pirates are being filed out, there is a confused looking Senator that comes through the busted door. "So this is why you shoved me in the maintenance closet." Septima points at Mekil. Oh, this was going to be good to get in a report. She looks none too amused and she wanders over to Mekil to make sure that he is okay, then she is quickly moving around to others, "We'll have to thank General Greystorm and others for a quick resolution to this, it could have been much much worse." she murmurs to one of the deck hands that are helping others to get up and about. "Wait..baby now?" she manages to say as she hurriedly starts to usher people around. MEDIC! This was going to be eventful.

The meeting is unsurprisingly cancelled due to things and the ship turns back towards Chandrila to return everyone to safety. Or well, everyone that's not riding with the General and Jedi back to the planet or helping with the delivery of the littlest Greystorm!