Log:Defiance: Milk Runs Do the Body Good... Part 1

Defiance: Milk Runs Do the Body Good... Part 1

OOC Date: July 5, 2018 (Optional)
Location: Nar Shaddaa,Tatooine
Participants: Darius Wildes, Trillian Taim

Ahem...

Parmac's Starport... it's a busy morning, as usual, the business of loading and unloading cargo waits for no man... woman... undecided... other. Trillian Taim walks away from a small cafe, puzzling at the manifest on her datapad. When she picked up her contract from her Nar Shaddaa agent, he had insisted that it was a simple milk run, pick up 115 tons of office chairs and deliver them to Bespin. Nice and easy, right? Trillian puzzles again at the change on the manifest. The dockmaster had just loaded 85 tons of crates marked to deliver to Tatooine instead onto her ship. Her commlink beeps, and she looks down at the scrolling message from her agent. "... Must have gotten it wrong... sorry... just make the delivery. L8rz." Trillian puzzles some more. "Oh well... cargo is cargo..." she mutters to herself resignedly. She walks over to the round launch pad where her YV-666 sits, prepared to launch. As she looks over the wing, she sees the distinct form of a familiar Clearwater Transport looming over her tiny ship. "Oh! It's the Varactyl!" exclaims Trillian. "I wonder if Darius and Vasani are here?"

Darius is not watching where he is going of course. This is a usual thing, as he stares at his datapad, but it seems to ALWAYS not be watching where he is going whenever Trillian is around. Not noticing the other pilot, he comes up behind her and well doesn't stop walking. "Ow!" Darius grumbles on the possible smashing of bodies, but even if not he probably will trip over himself to avoid it. His datapad falls to the ground. "Sorry, about- Oh hi Tril-kill! Whatcha doing? Oh, wait!" He says and snatches the datapad. "What do you think of these? Arethey tasteful?" On his datapad is pictures of Vasani in a VERY revealing metal bikini, posing in sensual ways.

Trillian gets walked upon. This is, oddly enough, a normal enough occurence with her that it barely even registers with her. What's different, of course this time, is that the person who knocked her over is talking to her. She blinks, from her position on the ground and is surprised to find herself looking up at Darius Wildes in person. "Oh! D-Darius! I mean... Captain Wildes!" Trillian hops to her feet, bowing her head apologetically and dusting off her flightsuit. "I'm... um... sor--... oh... wow... that's... that's a lot of blue..." Trillian flushes bright red looking at the pictures on the datapad and quickly averts her eyes (a slight moan is heard in the air as she whips her head around to prevent a nose bleed). "Th-that's... um... wow... I... um...." Trillian stammers nervously.

Darius grins as he gets back to his feet. "Trilzilla I walked into you don't say sorry to me. And call me Darius! And don't you dare say sorry for saying sorry. " Then Darius looks back at the datapad and flicks it to a few more photos. "What about this one? Is it too much?" Yep. Vasani totally isn't wearing her top in that one. "It is for our new ad campaign coming up for a line of costumes. Corsucant can be pretty prude but we feel these are tasteful. I actually had to walk Ve back from the more dirty ones. Anyways, what are you up to?"

Trillian is nodding woodenly, eyes open wide at the images. "Oh... oh my... OH MY..." She is finding new shades of crimson to turn. "I... um... you probably.... Darius, there are PEOPLE around here..." she protests, trying to get Darius to put the datapad away and simultaneously trying to block the images from any curious onlookers from peeking. Giving up finally and dragging Darius over to the Wayfaring Stranger, she hits the entry ramp controls and watches as the ramp unfolds. "Well... I'm about to... actually... what are you doing right now? I have to take a short trip over to Tatooine... It wouldn't take long, and honestly... I could use the company." Trillian smiles at the young captain hopefully.

"Yeah, we WANT people to see Tril-baller! That is the point. " Darius says with a grin as he is pulled over to the Wayfaring stranger. Those flushes of crimson are very much enjoyed, and Darius feels he has gained a new hobby. "Vasani was actually gonna approach you to take some photos with her as well. " He says softly trailing off, nodding as she asks for company. "But yeah sure I got nothing going on. Let's go to Tatooine." No ask of what she needs to take care of. Why she is going. Just a yeah, sounds like fun kind of attitude.

"Oh, that's ok... I know you're..." Trillian says, and then stops in surprise. "Wait, did you say you'd go?" The tiny pilot blinks in disbelief. "Oh... then... um... ok... I mean... OK! That's... that's awesome!!" She hugs Darius's arm and then pulls him up the entry ramp. "Wow! That's... I mean... nobody's ever... I mean... um... it's not like I go around asking people to... you know... and... um... stuff..." Trillian chatters at Darius excitedly. The pair walk into the plush cabin, followed morosely by a green and black R2 unit. M4RV1N blats unenthusiastically at the new passenger, and rolls himself into a corner and shuts himself down with a morose whistle. Trillian ignores this and calls over her shoulder whils strapping herself into her seat. "Um... just... make yourself comfortable. Anywhere is fine." She flashes a grin at Darius and then starts with the pre-flight checks. Her hands move confidently and surely over the controls. Before long, the YV-666 lifts smoothly off the platform and vectors towards the sky. "Hang on... Here we go!" Trillian pushes the throttle forward, and they're both pressed back into the plush seats as the Wayfaring Stranger rockets into the atmosphere.

Darius totally arm-candies his way up into Trillian's ship with her and listens to her. "MARV, happy to see you again buddy old pal. " He knows he shut down, but Darius still says it anyways. In the cockpit Darius for sure helps himself. Into the CO-PILOT seat. "Beep, boop. " He says to hismelf as he may or may not be pretending to click buttons to 'help' Trillian get the ship into the atmosphere. "Trillian. " He says flashing a smile to look at her and stop his pranking around. "Vasani and I value you a lot. We enjoy being around you, of course I'd come take a trip with you. I'd help you in anything you need, even if it is just company. So in light of that, don't call me Captain and don't second guess that we want to be around you."

Trillian reaches across Darius's side of the controls to reflip the toggle switch he had just helpfully hit. "um... no... we're going to need that fuel if we want to get back here afterwards," she says absent-mindedly, hitting a few more switches back on her side. "... besides, its a violation of spaceport regulation to dump sublight fuel within 10 klicks of an active launchpad..." She smiles at the young captain as the rumbling of traveling through the atmosphere of Nar Shaddaa evens out, and the horizon turns inky black, dotted with stars. "And... I... um... I value you and Vasani a lot too. I... I'm just not used to... um... people... I guess..." she stammers a bit, and then looks back down at the control panel, gliding the YV-666 towards a nav beacon blinking off in the distance. She stares at the scrolling numbers on a side panel for a minute, nibbling on a tendril of hair and mumbling under her breath before nodding and tapping onto the keyboard. "Solar winds are favorable today. I think I can shave another 45 seconds off the astrogate." Grinning at Darius, she finishes typing on the keyboard, and the computer takes over the ship, the outside stars spinning crazily for a second as the ship reorients itself. A blinky light starts flashing on the console, and Trillian reaches up to hit it. A half a second later, the stars stretch into long, brilliant lines, and the ship rockets forward into hyperspace.

"45 seconds huh?" Darius lets out a little teasing whistle. Yep, totally threw his legs up somewhere and his hands are now behind his head. What a rude little shit. "Well, don't worry Ve and I used to enough people for everyone yeah? And you are adorable, you really are. I know I'm gonna try to embarrass you all the time, and torture you. But still, I want you to -know- we are here for you. You ARE our friend, and I want you to treat us as such. " He offers another smile. "Oh by the way why are we going to Tat?"

Trillian blushes at Darius and gives him a grateful nod and smile. With the ship in hyperspace, Trillian sits back in her seat and pulls her datapad out again, opening the manifest and looking at it. "You know... that's kind of an odd thing... I mean... you're in the business too, right? Have you ever had a cargo company tell you you were delivering one thing, but once they loaded it, it was a different cargo?" Trillian scratches her head. "... I've had it happen before, but maybe it's because I work through clearing houses.. The agent must have changed the manifest, or maybe I was closer and this was more of a priority job... I dunno." Trillian taps a few buttons on the datapad and then bites her lip again. "... but... usually it tells you what you're carrying... you know, in case you need to provide proof of manifest. I... I don't seem to have it in the file packet I got." Trillian flips through a few more pages. "Weird."

Darius looks at Trillian a good second. "Trill-kill you know Ve and I are smugglers right? Outlaws? Bandits? We don't really work too much with normal cargo companies. " He grins but then takes in a breath. "One time we had to deliver illegal meats to a group of bugs, turns out they eat each other, and we were bringing them dead other bugs but not all their helpers were informed. Ve and I had to almost shoot our way out. To be honest? You are probably involved in some sort of crime right now. Let's open up the cargo and see whats inside?"

Trillian blinks in surprise at Darius. "You're... you're... you're..." she stammers. "Smugglers?" Trillian lowers her voice... even though she is in HER OWN SHIP. "I... um... but... I thought... but..." Trillian flails. "But... but... I mean... you guys... um... but..." And then Darius is getting out of his seat and moving towards the cargo hold. "Wai... wait! You can't! I mean... I can't! We can't just OPEN the cargo!" Trillian tries to get out of her seat but gets tangled up in the seatbelt. "Oh kriffing... stupid belt..." Finally getting herself untangled, she stumbles after the impetuous space captain... smuggler...

Darius laughs really hard at this. VERY hard at this. "Tril-trill what? Why do you think we live on Nar Shaddaa? For the sights? The beautiful fresh air?" He shakes his head and then gets out of his seat but doesn't leave the cockpit. He moves to untangle Trillian from her seat. "We don't do too much smuggling though now a days, mostly just outlaw work. Bounties, stealing stuff from shitty people, killin slavers. You are Defiance Tril, have you never done any of this?" A pause. "And yes, we CAN just open the cargo. Its your ship. What if they are setting you up to be the fall girl?"

Oddly enough... Trillian actually has NOT in fact engaged in any of the questionably legal stuff that Defiance finds themselves doing. In fact... she may be the only member of the organization that thinks that they are a perfectly legitimate entity... She fills out her tax forms properly, makes the appropriate appointments with governmental officials to renew her licenses... Files a flight plan for EVERY TRIP she makes. Yes... if there's one thing that Trillian knows how to do... it's how to follow directions and fill out paperwork. "But... but... I mean... it's a betrayal of the client's trust. THey trust us to move the cargo from point A to point B... I can't just go opening other people's cargo. It's... it's... um... thank you. Actually, that's that's my arm... no... ok, go the other way. ... the OTHER way. Ow ow ow ow! That's my hair! OK... I'm good. Thank you."

"Damn it. Stop moving er-hair? Ve doesn't have this okay, you got it? Good! Good." Darius says and steps away and then he finally starts to move towards the Cargo hull. "And it is a betrayal of the client if they set you up to take a fall for someone else. Look Tril-lady, you have a dashing handsome very beautiful rogue captain on your ship. If shit goes south say I held you are blaster point and opened it up myself, okay? Or as the leader would say okay, KA."

Trillian follows after Darius as he makes his way to the cargo hold. They both climb down the narrow ladder into the hold, lit by red lights. Trillian taps a command into a side panel, and the lights above them flicker to life filling the room with a soft, whitish glow. In the center of the room is a large pallet of some sort of sealed container, wrapped in plastic and a plastic tag on it with "Tatooine" emblazoned on the outside. Trillian bites her bottom lip nervously. "I... I still don't think this is right... I mean... what... what if it's... like... personal stuff? I... I wouldn't want to invade somebody's privacy like that." Trillian wrings her hands.

Darius pulls out his DL-30 and tosses it to Trillian. "WHAT? MISS? WHY ARE YOU FORCING ME TO DO THIS?" He suddenly yelps as he jumps near the Cargo crate. "IF YOU INSIST TRILLIAN TAIM I WILL OPEN THIS AGAINST MY WILL AND AT YOUR COERCION! I WILL BREAK THE LAW UNDER DURESS PER YOUR INSTRUCTIONS" And right after Darius just goes to town trying to ripe off the plastic and open up the sealed container.

"Wait... what? I didn't... WHAT?" Trillian was not ready for Darius to pull out a blaster and toss it at her. She valiantly attempts to grab at it, but it's complicated... and blaster-shaped. And ... yeah... Trillian can't do stuff like that sheesh. She fumbles it in her hand, almost grabbing it, but it slips through her fingers and hits the ground. A blue bolt emits out of the barrel, as Trillian opens her mouth in horror. Sizzling past her as she ducks, hands covered over her head, it bounces off a wall and slams into Darius, showering him in an arc of blue lightning. "OH GODS NO, Darius!! Darius???" Trillian races over to Darius. "I... I didn't mean to... I'm so sorry... I'm... oh god, don't be dead, don't be dead, don't be..."

It is a good thing the DL-30 doesn't pack that bad a punch, Darius is in his act so he doesn't pay attention. ZAP, and he falls onto the ground. He is fine, it wasn't bad at all. In fact he probably didn't even need to fall. But he totally flops onto the ground. As Trillian rushes over he reaches to try and touch her cheek, as he lays on his back. "Trillian.... I.... " He plays this up a lot. "Miss Taim..... I don't feel so good... " Pause. "Tell, Auntie Peg, to let old space yeller out... " Pause. "Quick though.... My datapad. For I go, let me see Ve. One last time."

Trillian races over to Darius's side, falling to her knees and sobbing piteous tears. A half dozen apologies come over heaving sobs as she pulls a medkit out of side container. "I... I can fix this... Don't be dead, Darius... please..." As Darius reaches up to stroke her cheek, she grabs his hand, clutching it. "No... no... don't speak... Save your energy...." She reaches into the medkit and pulls out an enormous needle, filled with a clear liquid. "Shh shh shhh.... don't speak... it'll be all right." She centers the needle over Darius's chest, raises it high over her head and then stops for a second, putting it down and pulling out the manual from the medkit. Reading a few sentences she flushes red. "Oh... that was almost really bad. Wrong needle. Sorry about that," she apologizes, putting the big needle away and pulling out an even larger needle.

Darius looks at the needle but he is committed. For whatever reason whenever Trillian tries to stab him she just can't seem to do it. Darius jerks, moves, or comes too close. Finally he reaches up to grab Trillian. "Tril-kill! My last request! I Need you to honor it!" He grabs his datapad, totally seemingly to have the strength to do that. He puts it into Tril's hand. "Please, please the video titled 'Freedom Express.' .... I just need to hear her voice one last time......." A pause. "What is that? Uncle TimTim? I feel so cold? Are we finally gonna go fishing?" And if Trillian relents. If Trillian presses that play button. OH BOI, what a -video- Vasani has made for Darius.

Through blinding tears, Trillian lowers the needle and presses play on the datapad. A feminine moan sounds through the tinny speakers followed by a slow luxruious funky jizz jam soundtrack... Kind of as if the background music of the weather report was reimagined by a Barry White-esque Hutt. Trillian gasps in horror and quickly turns her head, turning bright red. "Darius! That's... that's... wow... she's quite flexible, isn't she?" Trillian squeezes her eyes shut, but is still holding the datapad in front of Darius.

Suddenly, there is a blatter of chattering from the intercom. A squeal of chatter followed by a series of beeps and boops fills the air. Trillian looks up in surprise just as the ship is rocked and violently shaken. Trillian falls over onto Darius, the datapad flying out of her hands.

"Yes, she sure is Tril. " Darius says now completely cured of his 'dying' takes the datapad from Trillian. "Oh, oh this my favorite part! She met a very cute woman and, yep, look at that. They are becoming real good friends. " The music is just horrible. It really is off-beat to this scene. "Oh, oh, oh! Look my part is coming up." Then the ship rocks and Trillian is thrown onto him.

"Oof, what was that?" The young Captain helps lift Trillian help and then places a hand on his holster out of habit. "Tril, you should check the cockpit and I'll open up the cargo and see what is inside." He then clicks off the datapad to stop that beautiful art movie Vasani him and 'Desire' created.

Trillian looks alarmed at Darius, then clambers up the ladder without another word, dashing for the cockpit. Meanwhile, in the cargo hold, the lights have taken on a reddish tinge as a warning light flashes above the pallet. The ship rocks again and then tilts to the side. Darius can hear the ship's engines straining as the autogravity unit struggles to keep up.

They totally have comlinks right? Yeah, they totally do and I Bet they totally exchange frequencies. As Darius works on opening up the crate, he grabs his and flicks it on. "Tril, what is going on? Were we pulled out of hyperspace? Other ships? " A pause. "Damn girl, you must have committed some real nasty crime for all this fun. "Yep, it is stressful but Darius is still Darius.

There's a crackling from the commlink, some muffled voices, and then a small voice comes through. "... um... hang on a second..." The ship tilts in the other direction suddenly, and there are some more muffled voices. Another long silence follows, and then suddenly Darius can feel his stomach dropping out from beneath him. "... um... hang on to something, have to take us down into atmos." The artificial gravity generator strains again, and suddenly the G-forces reverse as the Stranger climbs rapidly. Muffled voices come over the commlink again. "... repeat, repeat... Hotel...Hotel...Golf-Two Tango Golf... we are friendly! Friendly!! Please stand down!"

After opening the cargo create and then ripping up a few toys. Probably a few more than needed cause Darius hates those claw machines yo. He grumbles looking at the crystal powder. "Yeah, Tril-Kil you got doped. I don't know what but you are smuggling drugs of some kind to Tatooine. We can space the cargo. They wont be able to trace it. Atomsphere? Wait!" Darius gets thrown around a bit. "Tril get us out of here don't land!" All of this is spoken into the comlink

"Wait... DON'T land? We NEED to land. They're going to fire at us if I don't land!" Trillian calls back into the commlink. There is a mournful warbling on the other end. "M4RV, not helpful," she mutters. "And wait, what do you mean 'smuggling drugs'?" Trilian hesitates for a moment, and swoops the YV-666 into a series of canyons. "I'm sure if we land, we can talk to the dockmaster and we can sort this all out, right?" The ship rocks again. "Who the hell ARE these guys? They're not responding on any civilian or military channels! Darius, what do I do?"

"Tril!" Darius attempts to move out of the cargo hull but a large jerk throws him against the wall and he grunts. "Don't land, whatever you do don't land." He then tries to start to crawl his way up to the cockpit, inch by inch, being thrown around left and right. "Get us the hell outta here! Show me how good of a pilot you. " He says grabbing the side of the door and finally takeing breath as he steps into the cockpit. "Are."

"They... they won't let me get to the spaceport. They keep turning me around..." mutters Trillian. She looks over at Darius who manages to pull himself into the cockpit as M4RV slides back in the opposite direction whistling dejectedly. "I... I... don't understand..." Trillian jerks the stick to the left suddenly rolling the ship onto it's wing and snap-rolling it into a spiraling climb. She gooses the throttle and the Stranger's sublight engines roar in response. She reaches the apex of the climb, inverts and starts to spiral down within sight of the starport. Ruby lasers stab upwards at them and she corckscrews down into them. On the screen are two starfighters... modified ARCs from the look of them. Cobbled together and patchwork, they have strange marking on the side of them, but they don't look very well maintained. "Darius. Can you take the lasers?" Trillian holds the control yoke with both hands, stomping on the rudder and swinging the ship into another parabolic arc.

Darius was already strapping himself in when Trillian asked him. A little shit, but like Trillian Darius is a pilot at heart. Gunslinger, and Captain but behind these controls is where he is home. He tags one of the ships and grunts. "Dump the cargo. Can you eject it from here?" He pauses. " All smuggling ships can do it. Hoping the same here. Basically Tril they are gonna try to shot us down and kill us, or board us and kills us. That is the basics here thus we need to make sure they can't get to the ship. "

"Dump the cargo??" Trillian stares wide-eyed at the viewport, hands still locked on the controls. She sends it into another dizzying corkscrew, the landscape flashing beneath them. "I can't just... dump the cargo!" The thought hadn't really occured to her. "... I mean... there's a glitch with the cargo bay that M4RV found once... I've been meaning to get it fixed. If you type in a code on the console, it will open the cargo bay doors regardless of where you are. I almost did it once by accident in orbit above Ryloth. It nearly rained 120 tons of mushrooms." Trillian winces as the ship rocks from another hit, the shields dissipating the lasers across the front viewport. "All right, I think I have more of an idea of what their ships can do. I know we can outrun them. Hang on to something." Trillian hits a few switches on the side of her panel and gooses the throttle forward. M4RV1N squeals and rolls backwards out of the cockpit, clattering the whole way as the Stranger shoots forward. Both Trillian and Darius are pressed back into their seats as the engines roar. Suddenly, the ship rocks again and starts slowing down as the engines whine alarmingly. "Oh no no no no no..." Trillian moans, hitting the switches again, pulling the throttle back and pushing it forward. "This isn't good..."

TO BE CONTINUED...