Log:Defiance: Nachos and Freedom

Defiance: Nachos and Freedom

OOC Date: October 25th, 2017
Location: Ealor
Participants: Defiance, Hex, Sapphira Solari, Rheisa Dirleel, Tarion Tavers, Kasia Ciph, and Jehni'va Cihn as GM

Hex is trash, kick him hard and often; Sapphira cooks BBQ; Rheisa accessorizes; Tarion takes multiple shots; Kasia has jewels in all the right places

'Slave operation on Ealor' the datapad message had read. 'Need guns and comp hands. Probably. Idk let's wing it, leaving in 15.'
"Please make sure that you're strapped in." Jehni'va's voice now rattles over the comms for the fifth time in the last half-hour. "Really, there are more than enough belts back there, so if you are /not/ tied down to something I am not taking any responsibility for injury to your person. I take passenger safety very seriously." Defiance can practically /feel/ the maternal, glaring pathos that Jehn is beaming from the cockpit in the heavy pause. "Anyway, anybody want to hit this? Pickle, be a dear." The /Fool's Errand/, Nyla and Jehn's newest conquest, has a rather roomy seating area for the Defiance crew - a definite step up in passenger comfort from the speedy and useful, but cramped, /Hotbox/, which doesn't serve as well for extractions. Nyla's cranky R2 unit rolls back to join them in the crew area, metal claw clutching a smoking roll of paper and herbs - she's boo-beeping in disgruntled binary the whole time.
"We'll drop out of hyper in five minutes." That's Jehn again. "Nyla and I staked out a good spot to get you in and out, but we don't know how much company you can expect once you hit that plantation; my source wasn't very clear nor sober." Comforting. "So armor up, belts on, and be ready!"

"Yeah, I want to hit that," Hex volunteers. His regular armor is... where is it? We don't know. In the shop? He's wearing armor that looks like it's literally made of junk like it aint no thang, and is armed with an absurd hand cannon of a pistol and also some kind of alien-looking poleax weapon. He's ready to party.

Safety first! Sort of. That's why Sapphira is already strapped in with both belts across her chest ... but with her knitting project in her hands. This one appears to be some socks, so there's three needles instead of two that could impale her or any of her wayward compatriots in an incident. But they make such a pleasant clicking sound as they bump together!
The redhead has her hair pulled up in a crown of braids, and is wearing her oversized grey poncho, brown fitted pants, and boots. Underneath she no doubt has her weapon.
"Just two more lines, please don't let us land before I finish these two lines."

Rheisa eyes the smoking droid with zero amount of desire or inclination to 'hit' that. She's strapped in as tight as a body can be without suffocation, taking in-flight safety VERY seriously. Very seriously.

"I'm not strapping in," Tarion announces, because he's just this way. No one knows why. "What are we doing here again? And who do you need me to shoot? I'll shoot 'em, as long as it looks like it's not going to start a fight or anything." The bounty hunter is already wearing armor and already holding a gun, his usual G8 and his usual grey suit. "We don't want to make the wrong impression," he adds seriously, giving the rest of the group a look like 'Don't mess this up'.

Pickle rolls to Hex, the reluctance evident in every roll of those treads, and extends the joint towards him. Even the droid is disgusted by... Whatever it is that he's wearing, jeez. Sapphira may not get the chance to finish doing lines, because the /Errand/ lurches free of hyperspace and descends upon Ealor like the bulky, effed up, thumb of... Not god, but maybe, like, god's drunk ass cousin? The going is bumpy because Jehn is bringing them in low, so seatbelts weren't a bad idea (TARION). Trees, tall, thin-needled gymnosperms laden with cones, whizz by the viewports as the /Errand/ swings its lumbering way through the thick overstory, twisting and rotating to keep from braining them on any of the monoecious beauties. The landing is lopsided and tricky in the small clearing that the girls staked out, but it keeps them well hidden from the expansive grasslands that stretch out abruptly from the edge of the wood, the result of agricultural clearing.
The ship powers down around the D-bags before Jehn herself pops back into the crew area with them, a crinkly bag of chips held under one arm. She plucks the joint back from Pickle. "Okay, so we're near the edge of this forest-thing. There's a compound-thingy to the West, a lot of tall grass to keep you guys covered - we know that there are at least two guards near the edge of the fence there, so try to be sneaky, yeah?" She slips the nub of her hand-rolled creation between her lips and takes a long, deep drag. "I can't maneuver the ship /in/ there, so you have to at least get back out to the grass if you need a speedy evac. Good luck!" She slaps the release for the entry ramp, and they're on their own from there.
Were the setting home to a more peaceful form of ranching, perhaps this would be a pleasant place. The wood, as said before, ends abruptly and slopes, giving way to an expanse of tall, green grass. Rheisa should feel right at home! It easily hides an average human male and stretches to the plantation in question and beyond, to be swallowed by another wood, fractured away from the one they now inhabit by the ever-hungry jaws of consumption. There is a healthy view of their target: an electrified fence surrounds three blocky buildings - one is obviously a barracks, another a more wealthy personal residence, but the third is an out-of-place, modernized metal barn (at the back, the furthest of the structures). Some fenced pastures exist within the electric fencing, but they look to have been in disuse for some time. There is a gate - a straight shot from where they're parked - and visible; it's probably locked, but seems a good place to start... The two guards flanking it may complicate things, but they can worry about that when they get closer.

Hex hits the joint like his species was meant to breathe smoke and not oxygen, and curls his lekku contentedly around his shoulders. "Sometimes I get baked and pretend you're normal," he informs Tarion, without rancor. Then he politely hands the joint back to the disgruntled Pickle, and holds on tight as they make landing.
Once they do, he listens carefully (or appears to listen carefully) to the directions, and heads into the grass, toward the compound with the guards. That junk armor is NOT stealthy, but he's pretty much the color of camouflage, so it evens out?

Sapphira rushes on the last few stitches, screws it up, cusses, and sets the knitting aside. Soon she's following right behind Hex. She uses her size to her advantage when it comes to Stealth, down low by the ground and moving with nary a sound. The problem with that is the displacement of the tall grass. It ruffles around her, seriously negating her actual stealthiness. "Gonna have to undo three rows to fix that..." she grumble-whispers from behind her boss.

Rheisa DOES feel right at home. Right at home. It's barefoot bliss, slinking through that tall grass, even if she isn't colored appropriately to blend. Stupid chlorophyll. As for weapons, she's brought the bow along to play, today. A heavier hitter, designed to arc over the height of what she can't see around, or cut through the dense grasses like butter. She stalks low, plenty aware of her montral's proximity to the tips of grass and adjusting her stance accordingly. Does she stay in line with the rest of them? No. Of course not. There's a brief whisper of fur through grassblades, then she's gone. The Togruta steadily moves out in an arc to approach the guarded gate from its flank and better size up who it is she's hunting.

"Sometimes I get drunk I pretend I don't know any of you," Tarion replies blithely, with a smirking grin. "I should have done that before we got here. Would make it easier to put up with you lot." But, he's collecting his G8 and making his way down the ramp behind everyone else, making only the barest pretence at stealth, at yet succeeding. He stays low in the grass, pausing only to give his weapon an appreciative glance, quietly muttering something about 'no one ever gonna take your place' before he keeps moving.

Wow, are they sneaky. The guards are oblivious as Defiance approaches... Until Kasia's rabid jangling alerts one of them. A sudden shot fires into the grass and burns a hole into the dirt in front of Kasia's feet - a lucky miss. It is followed by a distant voice laughing. "Thought I saw somethin' movin' out there!" They are safe! ... For now.
The fence certainly seems to be the easiest way in. They haven't prepped the place for a siege so security is relatively lax: a simple keypad and two guards, a man and a woman both wielding rusted rifles.
"Ye'." The bearded, male human drawls as they approach, a hand raising to tug at his stiff collar, responding to something his partner had slurred the moment before. He's wispy thin and pockmarked from too many years of spice. "Y'know, I'm not so sure 'bout these damned threads. Ain't nothin' wrong with th'old ones, but boss felt we had t'go all /corporate/." He shows his displeasure by spitting to the side. "When'd he say that pink lady was comin' t'take this lot off, anyway?"
"Er..." His companion, a profoundly obese Askajian scratches her temple with a grunt. "Tomorrer? Yeh, in the mornin' sometime abouts. Least they didn't have us tryin' ta put collars on no Tran-do-shins or nothin' this time. Easy job. Barns gon' smell like a deuce took a deuce an' then another deuce on top it though." She frowns and sighs, hefting her rifle higher up her shoulder. "Least we ain't the ones what gotta clean it."
"Yeah." The human male laughs, a raspy, grating wheeze that develops into a deep, hacking cough. "We got slaves fer that." They share a chortle at his witty remark.

They're shooting. Where are they shooting? They're shooting at Kasia? AT HEX'S WOMAN? jk, she's not his woman, he's her man. But either way, the instant result is a clear AW NAW, and opting for the quieter of his two weapons, he unfastens the Twi'lek polearm and readies it. With what might be shocking competence, since he never GOES on these things and actually DOES anything, the long blade whips out of the grass, clocks the female guard, and then skewers her across the throat, where a bright red necklace of blood can burble forth, "Collar's a good look for you, ka?" he remarks conversationally.

Sapphira hugs the earth as violence begins. She's not really good at violence. She's getting better, but she's not quite //there// yet, ok ka? So instead, crouching low, she hurry-sneaks her way toward the gate and the datapad there that will allow or deny them access. Does it put her suddenly at risk, out in the open as she hurries to the gate? Why yes it does. But apparently she's trusting the other D-bags to step up and take care of that guard before he gets to her.
Moron. She deserves to die.
She skids to a stop by the datapad keeping the gate closed, and begins to enter a series of hacking codes or something. First one fails. Second one fails. Third one? It beeps green after a long pause, like it was thinking about denying her for the hell of it. Then? Green. Clear. They're in.

She'd listened to them babbling, she'd listened to their laughter, all from the vantage point scarsely higher than their boot. Like the tohg'na'ki, Rheisa crawls on her belly through the blades until she could have reached out an knifed his foot to the earth. But she doesn't. Instead, the gruta rolls over with a small lunge forward, using the distracting sputter of his dying partner to her advantage as she aims up - straight up - and fires one arrow through the narrow gap in any armor that might have been there (if they weren't dressed so shittily). Under the chin. It skewers cleanly, punching through the rear of his brainstem, and she rolls quickly back out the way before dude squishes her with his dead weight.
Then, while Sapphira is hacking the gate, she hastily draws her knife and inspects the man's teeth for any keepers.

All of this happens while Tarion is busy complimenting his rifle and assuring her of her place in his heart. "No, don't say that, just because there's a new member of the family doesn't mean anything's gonna happen to you," he mutters, glancing up abruptly to see the Togruta about to pry a man's teeth from his head. A dead man. "If there's any gold ones I call it," he whispers across, starting to follow after Sapphira in what is evidently the path forward.

Okay, so Kasia wore something that rattled, this was a last minute thing so she didn't remember to strip off all the pretty decorative bits that she usually doesn't wear on missions. That means she makes herself a target for guards, but abruptly comes to a stop as the shot is fired, eyes flicking down down to the spot on the ground where it hit. Her eyes are slightly wider when they lift again, glancing around at the others as they spring into action, and she retreats a few steps, crouching lower. While Hex and Rheisa are doin' some solid killing, she removes the clanky bracelets, and stuffs them into her bra. Not going to clank anymore.

A quick, brutal, and (as far as Hex goes) very petty assault and some quick boo-beeping from Sapphira later: the way is clear. The gate opens without blaring of alarms - so far so good, guys! The way to their target is well defined and simple: the three buildings create an 'I' shaped corridor with the metal barn dead ahead. There don't seem to be any other guards milling about between Defiance and the entrance.
"How's it going?" Jehn's voice abruptly crackles over the comms. "Hey, I'm picking up some movement from here, so be alert and try to be quiet *CRUNNNCH*. It'll be real tricky t'getchu guys out while you're still in there. *CRUNNCH*. Remember: /sneaky/." It doesn't sound like there will be any snacks left for them when the crew return to the /Errand/.
Unfortunately for Rheisa, the individual whose mouth she is inspecting lost his teeth to drugs, alcohol, and not brushing his GD teeth years ago, and did not seem to do Tarion the favor of having any replaced - they're brown and crumbling and disgusting and for the love of space-god get out of his mouth.

"It's going great, ai'jou!" Hex assures Jehn over the com. He's got blood on his face, he's a big disgrace. "We got the door open and we've done everything in /perfect silence/ ok ka. We are the quietest shit right now Jehni'va I am not even shitting you." He steps over the body of the guard he speared, gives Sapphira a congratulatory clap on the shoulder, and then peeks in the open fence gate. Look? Look? Yeah whatever good enough. He strides forth, in the direction he believes to be nearing their objective.

The lock on the gate was mechanized. The gate is not. "Kriffin' piece of waste, this is," Sapphira grumbles as she shoves her slight body weight against the metal, forcing the thing open with a haulting, grinding metal-on-metal sound. It sounds like there //might// be an automated mechanism in there somewhere, but perhaps Sapphira just missed it. It's like opening an automatic door by hand. It's heavy, clunky, and noisy. Not the least of which because the girl pushing it keeps swearing.

Sad day, for Miss Dirleel. She hisses a rather gollumesque "NO" at Tarion's request as he goes by, then gives up on the shit mouth and takes a consolation prize of ...his belt. It's leather, it's useful. The arrow gets reclaimed, minus most of the fletching. With a new accessory now looped around her own waist, she brings up the rear after her peoples have gone through and keeps a wary eye on the grasses they leave behind.

Encouraged by how less-than-quiet the rest of the group is being, Tarion retorts quickly with a "Hex, Rheisa never shares any good teeth with me!" It's not even slightly a whisper. "I am sick to death of being treated like some kind of second-rate member of this organization. I always get the shit end of the stick, everyone blames everything on me, and I'm tired of it. You don't appreciate what you have here, none of you do. I'm the best kriffing thing that ever happened to this flaming trash heap of an organization. You wouldn't make a single credit without my expertise. Case in point, okay, Sapphira can't even get the door open. And none of you knows where we're going. I'm surprised any of you survived long enough to meet me." He rants along, coming up outside the door. "I suppose you want me to take care of this for you, and not even a door-opening fee."

Without the noise of Kasia's clanking bracelets to drown out the rest of the people she's with, they're all noisy as shit now. She's cool, though. Not that it matters. "Tarion, shut up," she replies to his complaining in a far quieter voice than the he uses. She moves ahead to Hex, and pulls from her boob prison a handkerchief, holding it out to her bloody-faced, Twi'lek hubby. "You've got something on your face, dear."

"Really?" Jehn sounds surprised. "Good job guys, but just - be /quiet/, I really don't know what I saw, but it didn't look /friendly/." They really should have been quiet. Between Hex's loud assurances that they're sneaky and everything is going great, ok ka, Sapphira's struggle with the gate, Rheisa's shout, and Tarion being a generally disagreeable asshole, even Kasia's muffled titty jewels are not silent enough to save these idiots. There is a low, ominous growl that emanates from somewhere out of sight - it's impossible to tell where exactly it comes from. But it sounds big, it sounds scary, and it's getting closer. At the end of the 'I' corridor there is a shuffling and snuffling before it steps into view, standing between Defiance and the barn they need to break into. Have any of them ever seen a massif before? They have now. The guard animal rounds the corner at a walk, but as soon as it spies its next meal, the slimy-looking, ugly, spiky, canine-lizard of death let's out a slobbering, vicious snarl, and charges.
,br> "Kasia -- babe -- what are you -- BABE," Hex protests as Kasia tries to dab dab at him and make him presentable for the rescue mission. "Babe, stop, I'm /doin a thing/," he protests, like omg not /in front of everyone/, the blood is COOL, come on! Distracted, he isn't stealthy and isn't alert, but he might not have been either anyway, and then... there's a thing. A beast. A big ol' beast. The spear comes back up to the ready. "Ra-Ra, it's just like Tatooine and the nexu!" Hex encourages Tarion, then stabs, and... misses... it's a near miss, but a miss nonetheless. "Shit, well.. Nobody get eaten, alright, we're gonna have a barbecue outta this later, it ain't no thing."

"Frickin' hell, Tarion. I paid good money - a lot of good money - not to have to put up with your bantha fodder anymore!" Sapphire growls at her ex-husband, just as the beast roars free and begins to charge. Her pistol is in her hand in just a moment, raised to fire and ... *CLICK*. Nothing happens. Sapphira slaps the side of it a few times, but still nothing comes of it. "Krif," Sapphira swears, looking this way and that.
Her eyes settle on the gate. She hurries that way, giving it a shove with her foot until it swings closed. Then she's at the inside controls, pressing a few switches. Some lights beep, something sparks, and an angry alarm sounds three times then is silent. "Bring it to me!" She shouts to the group as she yanks the control switch from it's mount. "Over here! TO ME!" She begins to shout and jump up and down. Tasty target!

Guess it's not the grasses concealing hungry mouths this time. Rheisa goes very still and very quiet as something /big/ makes its presence known more ways than one. She finds herself hoping for an Akul, but knowing it's not. An arrow's drawn from her hip, nocked, and aimed before she loses the nerve to do so. There is no running. There is only this. Her headtails arc much as they can (not much) and flex to lend /some/ illusion of bigness while the stripes go BOLD as can be. Lips peel back with a hiss and chortling sort of 'f you' alien noise of her own to the beast before she lets fly a volley and follows it up with a hasty second, then runs fast as a half cripple can, in Sapphira's direction. Doin' what she says.

"I will not shut up, I will continue to air my grievances, as is my right by galactic law," Tarion asserts, drawing himself up imperiously. "You can't stop me. Freedom of speech, you kriffers!" It's about this time that the massif rounds the corner, and the bounty hunter notices it bearing down on them. "...Krif." Sapphira starts yelling like some sort of rodeo clown and Tarion just... stares. Then he's springing into action, proving that he's totally worth the money they pay him. "Hey! Leave it alone!" An arrow flies past, and then another, injuring the poor beast. "Stop it, he just wants to play!" Maybe he's confused because of what happened with the velociraptor, but he's running straight for the big guy, putting out his hands... "There, calm down, calm down, we mean you... you know, no harm, other than the big ol' arrows... that are... sticking out of you." That's when it bites one of his fake fingers off.

All Kasia manages to do is smear some of the blood aronud a little, which doesn't clean him up at all. Not at all. "Fine!" she hisses back at him, sounding way more annoyed than she actually is. She leaves Hex to do his thing, though she just steps back, folding the kerchief and stuffing it back with the bracelets. Then there's a growl, and a beast, and people are attacking it. Then it tries to eat fake parts of Tarion, she'll decide whether she's sad that it was only the fake fingers later, for now she produces a blaster -- it was just on her hip in a holster, not in her bra -- and squeezes off a shot. Sorry, Tarion, you don't get to keep this as a pet, not if she has anything to say about it.

The thing /keeps coming/, right past Hex's failed stab. It's big, slobbery, sharp-toothed (and clawed and backed and just a general thing you want nothing to do with) and it is /mad/. Rheisa's arrows catch it in a dramatic spray of blood and a high-pitched yelp; the massif staggers but does not fall - an arrow juts from its shoulder and another from its side, a heavy limp now encumbers it. But Tarion's gentle assurances and kind words don't placate the beast - its jaws snap at him, taking one of his fingers, cybernetic ones, clean off. It keeps coming - she, if any of them care to look - and sets her sights on Sapphira. With a howl, it charges right at her and the gate, but takes Kasia's blast to the flank. It screams in pain and rage, slowed further and dragging her hind right leg behind her, leaving a bloody drag mark in the dirt. But she's persistent and mean and doing her guard job well - let's hope Sapphira is quick on the draw.
"*CRUNCH* How's it going down there? I'm not by the window *CRUNCH*." There's a strange, bubbling sound in the background of the comms as Jehn pauses. "I'm sure you're fine, you sound fine."

"Hey, you slobbery excuse for my ex-husband!" Sapphira yelps at the top of her lungs. Jump jump jump. Something about boobs in here. Somehow, though, the creature turns it's attention to Sapphira. And now we play the waiting game.
The waiting game isn't long. See, for those of you who might not have been paying attention, Sapphira did some technological magic with that fence. The electric wiring? Turned on high. The mechanical operator? Also on high. But what does this mean for us, in the world of real world of giant doom man bear pig dog charging ahead?
It means that Sapphira needs to have perfect timing. She's standing by the closed gate, but a bit back from it, with the button in her hand on a long tendon leading toward the control panel. And she waits. And waits. And waits.
She's going to die. This is it. Bye Sapphira, nice knowing you. Sucks to be you on that life insurance policy, Tare.
At the last possible second, she slaps the button with a pale, delicate, college-educated hand. The result happens in an instant. The fence gate swings hard inward, far faster than it ever should, and connects with the beast with a resounding, electrical crash that likely causes tremors all around the perimeter.
Yes, Sapphira just high-fived the beast in the face with an electric fence.
"YES!" She screams, victorious, at the top of her lungs. "Who can't work the fence now, Tarion?! HUH?! WHO?!?!?!?!" Were they still trying to be quiet?

Rheisa stumbles out of the way and watches the wounded Massif trundle on by and into Sapphira's trap. The sparks and sounds are a sight to behold and the smell....oh, the smell. You can bet she's gonna snag some of that carcass on their way out. Offering the little human a wheezy grin, she lifts a hand of approval while bending to rest hand on knee.

"Well dammit Sapphira, why couldn't you do that when we were trying to go through the /first/ time?" Tarion complains sourly, holding his finger-removed hand closely against his chest. "Now you've gone and hurt Spike and I don't think she's gonna make it. Kriffing hell. I hate all of you. This job better be worth it." He's getting on his commlink now to complain to Jehni'va. "Jehn, I don't want to be the one to tell you this, but they killed one of our forest friends. I think it was intentional. What's our next objective here, where those slaves hiding at?"

Kasia steps back again, keeping just behind Hex, though out far enough that she can shoot again, if needed. It's not needed, though she eyes Tarion and contemplates shooting him. Instead of doing that, she gets back on the com. "We did kill a creature, it was intentional, it was trying to kill us. It happens, suck it up Tavers, fortify yourself or go back to the ship, we can't have you be here if you're going to be such an emotional wreck."

The beast is bbq. Like, it could absolutely not be any more dead than it currently is. If the blaster and arrow shots didn't do her in, Sapphira smashing and electrocuting her certainly would have. Prognosis? It's so very dead. Sapphira, you the real MVP. Tarion? Spike isn't gonna make it. "The hell are you talking about?" Jehn responds, taking a little longer to do so than she should have. "Killed... Aww..." The pilot sighs. "Well, I'll come back and bury it later." There is deep and genuine sadness in her tearful, vegetarian tones. "Anyway, slaves should be in that big barn there."
The "big barn there" in question has a keypad, much like the one on the fence, but it's more complicated. Someone could probably hack it, unless one of y'alls mmultishot weapons is strong enough to blow the metal doors in. But that could hurt the slaves...

Sapphira doesn't have a working weapon, but she has a killer glare. Glare, Tavers. Glare. As Tarion passes her, she decides that the glare doesn't go far enough. She lashes out with a boot to land a kick not quite square on his ass, but firmly on the flesh of the right cheek. That's the aim, anyway. But he's too slippery, too fast, and Sapphira just ends up wuffing the field goal kick there. What? Her? OH SHE'S DOING NOTHING. CARRY ON.
And on she carries, right to the lock on the barn. A few buttons pressed, a few codes entered. A few red lights and farty electronic noises. "O-kay ... give me another minute, I can get this open," she promises the group.

"No," Rheisa corrects with a little cough and spit over the com that she finally digs out from under her right headtail, where she can be heard better. "It is less waste to eat. Skin look tough. Good for things. And teeth." Yes, yes, the teeth. "Maybe I give Tarion claws, for new fingers?" she whispers into the device, watching the man grump around with hand clutched like it hurts. She bets it hurts. She sorta hopes it does. Idiot. But, vows of practical butchery aside, there're still people in that barn (maybe) needing to get out. She hobbles on back to recenter with the rest of the group and while they puzzle over the lock, she meanders around one side, looking up, for an alternative way in.

Sapphira tries to kick him, but she fails, and Tarion doesn't even notice she tried, he was just on his way the other direction that fast. He loses interest quickly. "You guys smell something? It's like burning flesh." It's Spike. "Smells really bad, I wonder where it's coming from. I thought you didn't cook your meat, Rheisa." Something in the grass distracts him, literally just a piece of garbage, and while he's looking, Sapphira tries and fails to open the door. The noises get his attention, and he pushes her aside. "Step back and let a real professional deal with this." The bounty hunter studies it for a moment, squinting at it hard... squint, squint.... "...yeah no this isn't gonna happen, ha. Where's Kasia, she's some kind of juju doctor, let her try."

ut maybe it's the faith in her juju that drives her to step up to the keypad, or whatever it is. She drinks in a deep breath and stares at it for a few moments, pushing in a code. Nope. A pause, brows furrowing deeper, fingers resting against the keypad still. Bleep, bleep, bleep. Green. HEY SHE DID IT. It seems to surprise her as much as anyone, but she's not going to stick around and try to figure out, or attempt to explain how it happened. "Come on, let's move, I want to get out of here soon. I don't want to find out what other pets they have."

While Sap and Tarion suck, Doctor Juju Kasia is there to pick up the slack. The door to the barn whisks open, allowing Defiance entrance. Inside it smells... Bad. Like stale feces and body musk of a multitude of chemical and anatomical compositions, but also like something else? The walls are lined with windowless stalls, and in the back there is a sort of office space. "Triipa?" A voice calls from the back office. "Woman, I done /told/ you I didn't want none of that kriff-damn-shitpie. You was better useful when it was just nerfs we was handlin', I swear." The sounds of a great bulk shifting in that office are accompanied by the appearance of a scraggly, human male holding a pipe. "Triipa, you answer me now, I don't want no - woah!" It isn't Triipa our quaint country bumpkin finds himself faced with, but a small, ragtag (mostly trash) army. He raises his hands in an abrupt surrender. "Waddya want?!" He's got a rifle on his hip, and in the office behind him, great vats of... Something are brewing. If one cares to take a closer look they'll find an unidentified pink liquor that is - well, think of moonshine but stronger. This stuff will knock you /flat/ - of course, there's only one way to find this out.
The shaking, surrending nerf herder-turned-slaver with the pipe, the space-moonshine, and the locked, window-less stalls are what y'all have to deal with.

The smell. The smell... something visceral, and horrifying, and - familiar? Hex stops dead in his tracks when they enter the barn, struck by some sudden, electric combination of memory and emotion and reaction that is just... not good. Kasia, at least, can tell that his place tapped into something not-good. He straps the lyaer'tsa he's carrying back to his back, which seems promising at first, other than he's walking towards this country bumpkin like he's ready to tear him from limb to limb. "I could give you a good death, and I could give you a fast death," Hex hisses, "But you don't deserve that. You die how you live. You die how you deserve. Slow, stupid, scared." He's not as big as someone like Nezlani or Vraag, but he's not a little guy, either, and a couple of punches and a choke hold overwhelm the Slaver Farmer until they get to the vat. Ah, yes, the vat... where he proceeds to warn, "Don't mistake me for a good person," and then shoves the guy under. Kick, kick, that'll stop soon enough. Conversationally, "Someone open those pens, ok ka?"

Sapphira watches Hex with a newfound light in her eyes. There's something she didn't have when she entered Defiance. Some light, some brightness to her soul.
It lights in moments like these, when there's a cruel, bloody death done to one who deserves it. Sweet little Sapphira relishes it, coats herself with it, and glows with it.
"Yes, sir," she says calmly after watching Hex drown the man in the vat with naught but a little smile of pleasure on her features. Calmly, she moves to the control panel and presses a few buttons. There's a happy beep, a green light, and then the sound of locks flicking back down the line as they all begin to open. She starts down the line, opening one, the next, the next.....

So this is darker than anticipated. With disturbing, drunken gurgles Farmer Bob kicks and flails violently. And then less violently. And less. His final, pathetic twitches and tremors take a moment to die away... And then they do. Hex just drowned a guy in moonshine.
At Sapphira's urging, the stalls all open with a blaring 'BROOONK' of the automated system. Each one contains one or two beings - and they're adorable. In total, there are ten enslaved: six Ewoks, two Teek, and even a Kushiban. None of them speak Basic and all begin jabbering and squawking in alarm as they tumble out of their nasty cages.

Rheisa finds a hole, scrabbled out of the dirt by big claws and /seems/ to burrow down under the foundation. It seems like a 'spike' sized hole, maybe. She crouches down, sniffs, then cautiously braces her hands on either side and leeeeans in for a better look. It takes a few secodns for her eyes to adjust accordingly, but once nocturnal vision kicks in, she can see a tunnel ahead. Looks like it goes in, from underneath. Also looks like she'd probably get her head stuck, trying to make that first turn. NOPE. Rheisa opts for the easy way in, since it sounds like Kasia worked the magic box. She reappears at the rear of the group around the time that Hex is drowning a dude in .... chemical stink. It stinks in here worse than Pakko's Place. Boooooooze. This isn't scrumptious fermented milk, though. It's just gross. One foot sliiiides back toward the exit to uh 'stand guard' but then stall doors are opening and OH WHAT ARE THOSE!?!? Rheisa just kinda freezes, unsure of the babbling and a little self-conscious about her wardrobe now, since parts of it resemble, well....them.

Tarion pays little attention to Hex and/or Slaver Farmer Bob, whatever his name is. He's more interested in whatever that pink stuff is. It smells... alcoholic. Like rubbing alcohol alcoholic. "Holy krif that smells strong," he breathes, walking next to Hex like he's going to help strangle the guy, except when Hex plunges the slaver's head into the barrel, Tarion's face goes into the adjacent barrel, taking a few deep gulps. "Fires of... that is strong as shit," he gasps, backing off and shaking his head. It hits him hard, bringing tears to his eyes. Is he blind? "Am I blind? God, I'm blind. No, I can see, I can see. Kriffing... oh, /baby/ that's good. Hex, we gotta take some of this for the Blue Light. I almost don't hate you people, you have no idea how much I have to pay for that normally." That's when he notices the loosed slaves. "Look, I don't even want to kick these little fuckin' Meep-type guys, it's- actually I don't think I like that part, but still, maybe we should bring some." He starts communicating with the slaves, pointing to each non-Teek and signalling them into one group and then the Teeks into another, then shoos the non-Teeks toward the door before giving the Teeks a dismissive wave and just saying "You guys do whatever, I don't really care."

Kasia doesn't pay attention to the other computer that has to be futzed with, she's focused on Hex now, she knows that look. She also knows better than to try and step in and stop the drowning, dude is gonna die in moonshine, and that's just how it's going to go. It's not until the flailing and gurgling stops that she steps up to Hex, a hand tentatively coming to rest against his back. "Ka're, they can handle getting the slaves out. Do you want to go stand outside and keep watch? Get some fresh air? We should be moving here soon."

They aren't sure of Rheisa. Especially that Kushiban - her outfit looks like /them/ and they are NOT PLEASED. Tarion's strangely soothing, drunken words do help urging the Kushiban and Ewok towards the door with adorably glazed, confused, and scared looks in their wide, teddy-bear eyes... But the unwanted Teeks stumble in the opposite direction. There's a hovercart that they can load that moonshine up onto sitting next to the vat - looks like the squidbillys were used to up-and-leaving.

Hex says something in Ryl that seems totally unlikely to be complimentary and once the corpse stops kicking, he pitches it the rest of the way into the vat, sloshshhuhh. "Take however much of it you want, Tavers," he shrugs, interest in the moonshine limited now that he's out of people to murder with it. "Consider it a..." pause for dramatic effect, gesture towards the hovercart, "Bonus." He pauses just a moment to look at Kasia, a wordless exchange, then squeezes her shoulder and goes onward to help herd the freed fuzzies forward.

Sapphira has been practicing her whole life for this! Or like a year. Half a year. Something like that. She liked Meep, unlike so many others, so she bothered to learn a few words. "aapophet. kosa ephuletheal jiharo if yghaasea." That's what she aims for, anyway. It comes out in a series of lame squeaks and the occasional cough. Suddenly, the Teeks that were drawn away from the other furries to be rescued are drawn toward Sapphira. She starts a little parade of them out the door back toward Jehn's ship. She might as well have a flute and be piping them along the path. The path ... to nachos and freedom!

"Hell yeah!" Tarion exults at the confirmation, shoving a Teek out of the way to fire up the hovercart and heeeeeeaving a giant barrel onto it. "This ought to last for like, two weeks in my private stash. Hex, you gotta come over and do multishots with- oh wait you don't drink. Rhei- no." He activates his commlink. "/Jehn/ you're coming over for multi-shots, it's gonna be incredible. I'm setting it up over by the workbench, okay, be there, or be there. Ten credits a shot, which is /cheap/."

Rheisa shoulders her bow, like that's maybe going to be more reassuring, and refrains from smiling at them. Fangs only make these things worse. Instead, she makes a little beckoning motion for all that it might be worth in conjunction with Tarion's drunken encouragements and makes room for the Teek parade processing by. "Will meet you on ship," she informs the speakers of Basic and jogs very lightly ahead to get a start on hauling and/or butchering what she can of the Massif. "Heksash'kuri? Will share, if you lend hand." i.e. muscle. She needs more muscle.

Kasia shares the look with Hex, a hand lifting to rest atop the one on her shoulder, and then he's off, seeing to slaves. She looks uncertain for a beat, but she's distracted by Tarion. Again. "You are not setting that up in the workshop," she informs him, head shaking. "You can set it up in the control tower, where there's a lounge, or you can set it up in one of the apartments, but you're not setting it up where work is meant to be done. Even if your dumb ass does still sleep there."

"That sounds dangerous." Jehn replies over comms, but she doesn't say no!
So now they've got a parade of furries to hustle out of here. With Sapphira pied-piping, Tarion's diplomatic skills, and the rest of the comfort, help, reassurance (and fear that Rheisa will eat them), it's an easy, straight run through the plantation, back through the grass, and onto the waiting /Fool's Errand/.
Smoke pours out of the interior as the entry ramp lowers, and a red-eyed Jehni'va greets them. "Heeeeeey, guys. Welcome back, come aboard - may I interest you in some refreshments? Whaht is it you have there? Holy shit that smells bad, Tavers, put that in the cargo hold. Oh gosh look at /you/ guys -o kay, lil fuzzes you're comin' with mama. There might still be snacks - all aboard! C'mon, let's go, let's go."
And thus, Defiance saved the furries.