Log:Caridan National Pride
The New Republic hires Mercenaries to investigate rise of Caridan Nationalism
OOC Date: August 10, 2020
Location: Carida
Participants: Lorcan, Merek, Sajin
scccchhZOOOOOooooom. SccCHZOOOoooom. schzoooooom. Three Tie Fighters from the Force Order scream above the city - moving into a search pattern - splitting off at the end of the city to begin making their pattern on the look out. Ofcourse, this was just for this hour - only last night there were the telltale T-85's of the New Republic that was doing it's patrol. The City was on the edges of the scrimage zone and so it shifting back and forth was something that the populace was becoming quite useful. Luckily, this specific city held no strategic value - atleast yet. That would mean that while the odd Ground Unit would make its way through, no armored divisions had showed up just yet. The city had been relatively untouched. However, with untolds amount of devestation being wrought on the planet and the cities that werent so lucky having trying to find refuge - the city's law enforcement was quickly becoming overburdened.
This meant that organized crime was starting to have a resurgence. Both the New Republic and First Order starting to be blamed for the suffering that was occuring, a nationalistic movement was also starting to grow in the undercurrent.
After all, No matter who wins.. Caridans lose. This would be where Carida's Mafia would come in. Taking advantage of the sentiment, they would soon find that war was starting to be particularly good for business.
This was starting to cause an issue for both the First Order as well as the New Republic. However, it would be the New Republic that would get a tip of a traitor - someone who had been head of one of the families but didn't want to see the planet become worse than the First Order.
Realizing that sending in the military could be a relatively bad idea, The New Republic would lean on its Bounty Hunter and Civilian volunteers to handle the issue - though sending a few soldiers in civillian clothing to assist.
This is where the heroes would find themselves. They had been advised to meet at the Holy-Day Inn towards the middle of town. A gentleman's bar that also had rooms for those to stay. They would enter into the establishment - buy a few drinks and sit at a specific area. There they would meet the contact that they would need to escort back to New Republic Territory. The Head of the Family had advised the New Republic he was doing this off the books and so .. in theory.. This was going to be a very, very easy operation. In and Out.
Sajin Kovo Kah-Verrni was used to Criminals. The handsome Hapan had been a pirate. Done jobs for and against the Hutts. He rolled with Defiance for a long time and knew quite a deal about organized crime and how it operated. So when he got the call to come take care of something on Carida he accepted. Things had gotten a little stale after his mission with the Janisars. He entered the Holy-Day in, wearing full formfitting Powerarmor. It was a war zone after all and The King of Drik was not one ever known to disguise himself. His dark grey leather cape with the yellow inlay swayed slightly, resting well against the Mitrinomin jetpack and rocket he worse over his back. A Wookiee bowcaster hung on a tactical sling attached to the chest plate of his gunmetal cammoed armor. His helmeted head scanned, looking around, before servos whined and came to life as he moved towards the Bar. About as inconspicious as barn on fire.
Merek of course would have on his void armor, while he makes a way into the inn, looking to settle in, his gaze moving to the people. He nods to those he came with, while he begins to wait for the contact to meet with the whole of the party.
Given the circumstances, the cladding of crimson durasteel upon the black jumpsuit wasn't entirely an out-of-place look. The towering figure of armor, pouches and a holster at his waist with a long, scoped rifle at his back -- was a walking, typical example of a bounty hunter.
Lorcan makes his appearence in the Holy-Day Inn; thumps of his combat boot's hard nylon soles and the masked, wary scan of the interior upon entrance lacking the subtlety of an agent. The man was there for blood, whether his or those opposing him and he made no effort concealing his intentions. A case of desperate yet determined patriots? He was disillusioned with diplomacy in this case although without comin' in all guns blazing, he merely approaches the humble bar - an order for a bottle of local whiskey set and quickly paid for. His dark-gloved palm wraps around the base, nodding towards the member of staff, before his attention warily scans his surrounding for the rest of his temporary comrades.
As the Five make their way into the Holy-Day Inn, One of the soldiers in civilian clothes looks to the other and motions to the entrance. A nod shared between them and the soldier moves to hang out near the door.
The Inn is what you would expect from a town that was slowly to succumbing to that of lawlessness. Soft strands of smoke rise up from various booths and tables. There are both women and men of ill repute and both in varying states of undress as well as those like who walked in. Though one wonders, why does lawlessness always mean that you have thugs that are armed to the nines or women and men who are just looking for an easy lay? Someone should do a study on that one. Lorcan finds himself eye to eye with a thin blonde woman, though her gait would lead one to believe she was not a bar-keep you would want to tussle with. As the man orders, she doesn't seem deterred at all. The whiskey given, and a nod after it is paid - the woman moves to the others who are interested in her wares.
The group would ultimately find themselves in a darker corner, with a table that looks to be set for a formal meeting. There are 6 seats - and even napkins.
As they arrive a Zygerrian male in civillian garb nods his head, "Ye..Yes.. Yes.. You are the visitors? The ones to bring peace.." He motions with his hands, "Please.. have a seat. The master will be here shortly!"
Sajin doesn't spare anyone in the Bar much of a second glass, mearly noting thier presence for the time being. HE does aknowledge Lorcan and Merek as they converge on the same area. Looking down to the Zygerrian, he pulls a choir out, the legs squeeking loudly against the ground. Then, turning it around, he sits in it backwards and simply stares. <<"Waiting...">>
Merek nods a bit, looking to the man that comes by, "We are," he mentions, then he waits about. There's a look to the place, perhaps making sure that all might be safe while he takes a look to the people.
Lorcan inhales sharply, chest inflating ever so faintly through the layer of protection as he tracks the departing feline male. Without a word, one of his palms grasps for a chair's spine that finds itself dragged back and croaking once the hefty mercenary occupies it, "Master..." - he copies under his breath before a snort is audible, the light shake of his chin elaborates on what is unnecessary to be said. He leans back into the frame of the wooden seat, impatiently tapping his index and middle finger on his lap. His visor conceals direct eye-contact with any of the other four, although it must catch most of them in his peripheral vision given the angle.
As the Three get settled, the Zygerran again dips his head. Though the man continually looks around, on the balls of his feet. As the time continues to tick, he seems very concerned. A whistle can be heard from the door as three humans make their way in. The Zygerran perks up as he sees the suits, but then his eyes widen and terror can be seen on them. The three slowly make their way towards the table. The man in front is in a grey suit, matching his greying hair. He is somewhat fancy, a scar running across his jaw line. He wears black gloves. On either side of him are two younger bruiser types wearing coal-colored suits.
The Zygerran brings his hands up, as he looks at the threeand starts to speak when the grey haired man shakes his head and soft shh's him. He motions and one of the bruisers (Bruiser number 1) walks towards him and motions the alien away - the two apparently going to have a 'talk'.
The Grey Haired Diplomat stands infront of thre three, adjusting his black leather gloves.
"I am to understand you are here to see Master Albinsson. We've come to learn that he has decided to go against the family and betray us." The diplomats hands come behind him and he smiles faintly, "Unfortunately, he wont be able to make the meeting. However, We didn't want to leave you disappointed. You see, there has to be a penalty for going up against a Caridan. Tell me, is there one of you that isn't particularly fond of one of your hands?"
Sajin tilts his head to the side as he notices the uncomfortable nature their Zygerran friend seemingly exhibits. He doesn't turn his head as the suits approach. He does however, streighten upright and take a deep breath. As the represetative takes away their contact and starts speaking, more likely threatening Sajin and the team. THe Veteran can help but laugh just a bit. Standing then, he takes the time to put the chair back where it had been before turning around. He looks to the Thug still with him, then to the Representative. In a matter of seconds, his pistol flies from his holster on his right hip and into his trigger hand. He squeezes it twice, rapidly. The first shot zips past between the two and into a wall. THe second slams into the old Don, putting him down. <<"Are you Kriffing dumb?">> He asks. <<"You thought you were clever coming in here. Thought you'd teach us a lesson. It's the other way around, slimo. Where is /he/?">>
Merek listens while he nods a bit. perhaps actually expecting for this, while he stands up when it looks like Sajin will shoot that representative. He then takes a moment to sweep his leg towards one of the thugs, taking him with a punch then, while he tries to draw the man into blaster range for anyone that might have one on them. He manages by amazing prowess to do it, guiding him with the footwork, then stepping up behind him to sweep him.
There goes the ultra-secret meeting.
Noting the demenaour of the previously already nervous feline - the bounty hunter merely leans into his seat. Waiting. Biding his time. And as Sajin springs up to blast the eldest of the three intruders, that is his call. His right palm swiftly rises to his holster, velcro 'KRRSSHH'-ing before a front-heavy blaster rests in his gloved palm. With a rise to his imposing height, his thumb flicks the switch to send an ring of dim-blue energy in the direction of the thug escorting that poor Zygerrian, shifting on his heel towards the second figure. A chuckle merely escapes his lips at the sight of the struggle, only pressing the trigger as Merek kindly presents him the target in a prime position to be zapped up.
The Diplomat is caught completely by surprise, the blaster bolt in his chest. He looks at it, his face contorted in complete surprise as he slumps forward onto the ground. The Two thugs were not expecting this and as they struggle to reach for their weapons - they are caught in punches, grabs, flurries and ultimately stunned - both of them falling to the ground. This causes some Denizens to look up - including the petite blonde behind the bar, she reaches down under her bar and brings out something rather big and heavy - placing it behind her. A weapon of some fashion no doubt - though she continues on with her work - eyeing over there.
This all happens so fast that the two Republic Soldiers aren't even fast enough to respond.
The one with them going for his weapon after the action is done.
The other one, a male with red hair, rushes over and motions with his head, "It looks like we got company.. Atleast three or four cars just pulled up and they look to be packing more heat then our friends here.."
The Zygarrean rushes forward, "Oh thank you.. Thank you." He shakes his head, "There's no way they put my Master down. He must be at the safe house." He motions with his hand, "There are swoops in back that you can use to get there. He looks at the ground, "These were the welcoming party." He says bitterly and looks up, "They next ones wont be as easy - you should escape and get there while you still can. The coordinates are already in the bike."
Sajin looks to the bar keep and her gun, respecting it. A nod of impressment is given to her. Then, the big hapan turns towards the Zygarrean, <<"Don't thank us yet... you might still die.">> He did after all shoot the diplomat first instead of freeing the man from his actual captor. <<"And that's convinient... let's get going then and avoid a massive firefight. Herm?">> He holserts his pistol and starts towards the back where the swoops are.
Merek unholsters what looks like a First Order F-11D, while he takes a moment to keep that pointed towards the floor. He nods a bit, then places a tip on the table with a nice winsome smile to the serving lady. He then begins to take to following the team quietly while he makes a way to the swoops.
Lorcan grasps for his thankfully unscathed bottle of whiskey, geniunely taking it along with him as he keeps the barrel of his Glie-44 wary with strict trigger discipline. A nod towards the bartender and a wave of the drink that sloshes inside, he turns for the back exit for the getaway in which he certainly won't be operating the vehicles.
"Yes, Yes! Master always has a back up plan in case something like this happens!" The Zygerran motions with his hand for them to follow. He begins rushing back - waving to the blonde who lets them pass. The blonde giving a nod and a wink to Sajin as he passes. As the republic-sympathizers makes their way past - the door busts open with several men rushing in. The blonde turns to them, her hand reaching for the weapon as she begins walking towards them.
In the back, the night sky is clear and they find themselves in a back alley - where several denizens and mal contents are. Though, they largely are left untouched. One of the Soldiers gets on a swoop, kicking down as the beast comes to life and motions for Lorcan to get on, The other Soldier and Zygerran get on their own as well - leaving enough swoops for Merek and Saijin to get their own, or to ride piggy back.
As they beasts turn on with a beastly rumble - they hear yelling and it looks like several men on swoops and a hover car is speeding their way.
When the Swoops activate, an automated system starts giving them directions to where the safe house is and they are off to the races.. quite literally - with blaster fire occuring behind them.
Sajin doesn't spare much of a glance towards the Denzians out in the alley. It wasn't any of his buisness what they were doing. <<"you better be right... There's a lot riding on this...">> He hops onto a swoop just as he republic soldier is starting his. As the other swoops round the corner, Sajin amanges to start his own. Throttling it hard, he zooms off with the others, following the instructions given to him by the swoops navigational computer.
Merek looks to a swoop while he nods a bit, getting up onto it while he takes a moment to begin riding, checking the navigation computer. "Alright, looks like we'll be riding," he states.
Lorcan offered a nod towards the red-haired soldier mounting the swoop. He swung his left leg over the spine of the vehicle, settling in behind the Republican now driving; as he brings his armed palm aiming in the direction of the encroaching swoops, pulling the trigger of his sidearm once before he braced himself, hunkering down into the seat.
And we are off to the ... races. The Swoops for our intrepid Anti-Heroes along with their allies zoom off with the Family thugs in pursuit. The family pawns take their pot shots - hitting both the Republic Soldiers and Zygarrean - the Zygarrean barely able to hold on. The Swoops continue to race forward.
The Navigational Computer identifies that the Safe house is, unfortunately, on the other side of the city and will require going through several back alleys as well as some busy streets. However, it is possible to get their relatively quickly. They will just need to hang on or find a way to stop from being pursued.
Sajin archs forward as Laser blasts shoot past him. He grumbles, reaching for his pistol once more. Turning his upper body, his arms stretched out, he chances a glance back towards their persuers. He lines up a shot at the one Lorcan scored on, squeezing the trigger and putting him and his bike down for the count. Turning forward, he keeps his eyes on the road, raacing to their destination.
Merek leans a bit up onto the controls, while he takes that rifle and aims back, keeping the guiding with a little lean. He then begins to fire on the hover car, managing to swing right into it with the crimson blaster bolf to kill the man. He then cocks the loading charge while he places both of those hands to the swoop. He sweeps along with the team.
A crimson blast strikes Lorcan's and it's actual driver's swoop, causing the immense figure to clutch tightly on the side of the hull to avoid toppling over from his sheer weight, "Keep 'er steady!" - he growls out over the chaotic exchange of gunfire. Leaning down his chin and keeping his weight somewhat centered, he looks over his own broad shoulder - taking aim at the swoop beside that which was just decimated by Sajin, firing off two ice-blue shots with some weight leaning on the side of the swoop certain to make trouble for the soldier in front of him.
The fighting going back and forth is pretty.. one sided. The Hover Car, two of the thugs are toast. The remaining one takes a pot shot - trying to hit Sajin but to no avail. The group continues cruising along, getting onto a main street when they can see lights of Green and Red up ahead.
Schzooom. Also above head Tie fighters can be seen. The group can see up ahead on the main road there is an Imperial Road Block - checking the ID's of citizens to ensure that noone is there that shouldn't be there - and according to the Navigation system, that is exactly where they need to go.
Another crimson bolt zips past Sajin's helmet, a bit closer than he'd have liked it. He turns his body again, letting off two shots in the direction of the remaining speeder. One slams into the thug, the other goes wide probably impacting violently into some wall or street corner. He turns back around, glancing to the lights and the ID checking FO up ahead, <<"Stang... Get rid of this bloke and maybe we can talk our way through.">>
Merek looks from the helmet to the team, then to his F-11D. "Well I look the part if we want to try a bit of diplomacy, though I think that finding a way around would be safest. It's up to you two." He then nods a bit while he shoulders his rifle a bit to make it look prepared which it is though not pointed forward.
Lorcan turns on his waist once again, no shimmering lasers coming to blast him off; he takes a moment to center his aim onto the engine on the underside of the remaining swoop already burning with glowing orange from Sajin's shot. Pulling the trigger; another icicle strikes, burning through the engine and finding the reservoir of fuel fed to power it. A small ball of flames erupts from the gaping hole before the swoop blasts into roaring orange, some of the fuel alight dripping onto the road. Though it weren't an explosion, the thug pinging off shots at Sajin cried out in agony as his clothes swiftly caught on fire, losing control of his handlebars and slamming into a innocent citizen's building with an long-yearned for blast.
<<: We waste time and that contact might be dead if the word of all this gets out. I'd say we go through. ::> - Lorcan released the finger off his comms, facing ahead in anticipation for the final decision.
As the Last Enemy is downed, and the command to stop is given - Both the Zygarrean and the Republic Soldier slows down - coming in behind Sajin. Both of them seeming a bit unnerved but also deciding to go along with what ever the plan is. With the command from Lorcan to slow down - his swoop comes to a stop as well. Given First Order Efficiency, the line is moving quite quickly. Sajin finally finds that him and his allies are now infront of a First Order Officer - several Troopers, Swoops, and even Tie Fighters fly above. The man reaches down for the Identification of Saijin - presumably something he would have on his own or provided by the New Republic as a cover story.
"... Reason for leaving the inner city, any foods or unauthorized weapons?"
Sajin slows down the ride, taking a breath and hoping they didn't just see their group murder their laster persuer. <<"No... just visiting a buisness interest for some security work.">> He offers as an excuse. It wasn't exactly a lie just not overly specific on their mission. <"This is my team.">> He nods back to the others.
Sajin slows down the ride, taking a breath and hoping they didn't just see their group murder their laster persuer. <<"No... just visiting a buisness interest for some security work.">> He offers as an excuse. It wasn't exactly a lie just not overly specific on their mission. <"This is my team.">> He nods back to the others.
Merek seems to think about it, and nods to Sajin's story. The best idea of course is sometimes to assist by simply being in the same place. He then watches while he begins to listen. The man wears what looks like the F-11D of course still pointing away. It at least clearly looks like he's aligned and affiliated. He would not of course say that.
Lorcan set one boot down onto the pavement as he watches over the checkpoint ahead; scanning subtly through his visor over what they'd have to bother with should an complication arise. He even makes an effort to rest on the edge of the seat of the swoop, though enough to fall back in should they have to blast through -- displaying his plates of red durasteel to contribute to the 'security' endeavour claim.
The officer raises an eyebrow as he looks at the man and then back at the Padd, "You are pretty heavily armed.. even for the task you've given." His eyes looking down at the Swoop, as he reaches over to a Storm Trooper who gives him a device. He runs it over the Swoop and looks at the Read out with a frown, "Your Swoops are also not registered to anyone - they don't even seem to have any identification of any kind." He tilts his head and his eyes flick up at the man. He continues talking, though that may not be what catches the interest of some.
Behind him, and infront of him.. There can be seen several blue and red globes shooting into the air and holding there. All of this paling into comparison as one of the Tie fighters explodes and several Z-95's zoom above them, ordinance being dropped down onto the installation - causing explosions and Klaxons to begin sounding. The Man turns around stunned - as the last Tie begins to engage the Z-95's and the checkpoint is in tatters.
Merek looks to the guard while he notices the man will be of course watching the fighting. There's a nod while he begins to drive the swoop about, follwing up with that King of Drik while he begins to lift up that rifle a little.
Lorcan exhales deeply as the inspecting officer begins droning. Rolling his neck with a crackle, the mercenary seems to prepare for the inevitable... only for deafening explosions to erupt alongside numerous minor blasts. As the TIE fighter zooms from the checkpoint in pursuit of the daring culprits that gave them the clear way, the masked hunter pats the driver's back with a solid thud, "Go!" - with a rumble of the engine power is fed along that brings them to rapidly accelerate and force their way through, back on the path designated by the navigation system in formation with the others.
True to Sajin's words, Z-95's versus Tie/Fo's isn't exactly the smartest idea you can do. The pilots are quickly outmatched as the battle continues in the skies. However, there is even battles that are occuring on the ground as many of the citizens that were in line begin firing on the First Order and the light of blaster fire and bombs can be seen in the city, fires starting to light. The Zygarrean and Republic Swoops both take off - unfortunately the Republic officer slams into some debris and is thrown off. He hits the ground rolling, his red hair getting in his eyes. He reaches for his Radio sending it over their communication.
<<*cough* "Keep Going, I'll find another way around..">> It is with that, that he pulls back and disappears into the fray. Though as he does - Two First Order Swoops zoom by - intent on going after the three - assuming they are apart of the attack that occured.
Sajin turns his head as two FO swoops converge on him. He twists around yet again, drawing his trusty Series III once again and squeezes the trigger. The bolt misses, rather wide, smashing into an already damaged building. He growls as he faces forward concentrating on where he's going.
Merek lifts up that rifle while he begins to fire on the First Order swoop, taking the time to check his weapon. The blast shoots a bit wild, although he nods a bit while he shifts those hands back onto the swoop bike. There's a shift while he takes a moment to sweep about.
Lorcan looks over his shoulder at the chase given by two Order swoops. He takes a risk on the behalf of the driver that'll have to deal with that massive man leaning to the side to get a good shot; firing off three consecutive blasts of light blue, one striking into the swoop's handlebar, causing the driving trooper to struggle and lose control -- the second blast failing to hit it's mark at the panicking pursuer. The third however strikes right for the chest of the 9-fingered opponent, sending another First Order uniform to rest amidst the chaotic battlefield. He turns back, trying to compensate for his annoyance to the Republican soldier.
The Swoop's continue to zoom across the roads - passing hover cars, other bikes, and even military vehicles as they continue their race. The one FO swoop bites it - the hit causing the swoop to explode and the person to go flying. The Zygarian even begins firing back as things become dire enough. The First Order Swoop Pilot takes aim and fires - bypassing Lorcan and nailing the Republic Soldier in the back, though he keeps moving on. He is hurting pretty bad.. He doesn't complain though - they never do.
Sajin turns his head just a bit to notice one of the swoops get taken down, spinning out of control and then exploding as it hits something. Sajin aims his pistol towards the remaining swoop, unleasing a reprisal of laser fire after his pop shots aimed at Lorcan. The both hit, causing the same type of destruction as the first swoop. Twirling his pistol around his finger, he places the weapon back in its holster, turing front to focus on driving.
Merek leans a bit into the swoop bike, then he takes a moment to sweep about, almost being thrown from the bike. All the while he takes a moment to think about it, then he manages to pull the bike back onto that main path. The TIE fighter might notice that there's a crimson bolt striking by that about manages to take on the wing. "Want to take a shot?" he calls to Lorcan, "Keep him distracted, might give the people time to shoot him from the sky!" He then begins to zoom away into the night.
"Ah! Try bet-..." Lorcan looks over his shoulder at the grunting driver. Turning back, he only witnesses the explosion of the second swoop; leaving him only one target that Merek refers to. Lifting the blaster pistol into the sky, he fires off two shots at a TIE fighter, one nearly slamming into a wing, the other entirely missing it, "Hah! He definitely saw that!" - he yells over the engines rumbling and warfare they begun leaving behind towards Merek.
As the four continue towards their place, they find that they wont get much more resistance. However, the city is ablaze as Citizens, security forces, and First Order officers are all in a three-way fight. They make it to the Safehouse where they are greeted by a very Charismatic black haired man with a scar through his left eye. They are greeted in and he is able to assist them in escaping and all of them getting back to the Republic. However, what they find out is horrifying news. The Families have all combined together to created the Caridan Nationalist Front. This group has been able to get ahold of a factory and several pieces of Caridan military equipment and intend to make a stand and push both the New Republic and the First Order off the planet.. Even if it means killing some of their own citizens with that technology to do it.. Someone will have to stop them.. Someone later.
