Log:Defiance: The Queens, the Kings, and the Green Guy

Defiance: The Queens, the Kings, and the Green Guy

OOC Date: July 21, 2017
Location: Very late in a not-horrible but almost-horrible part of Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Defiance: Naelyn as himself and GM, Hex, Kasia Ashkuri, Ousan, Sapphira Tavers, Stavros

See...what had happened was...

Naelyn asked certain people to meet him at this location at this time, and told them to dress non-scarily and to come unarmed. When people arrive, they are in a small shuttle shack, beside a run-down taxi stand. And it is dark.

"We have heard that you...have some talent of requisition. We haven't got much, but what we 'ave we gladly reward ye for yer efforts. Me pa went in last night, we heard screams and then nothin'. Then Uncle Nitzy went in last night, and we heard screams and then nothin'. So rememberin' how Naelyn, that sweet lassie...lad...sweet person has told us that he had associates that could be of use, we reached out."

Meet Muk. A somewhat plump and borderline adorable Lurmen or Mygeetan business owner. His voice over is Sean Connery. He wears an clean apron and standing near him is a sullen looking relative...and behind that relative are about 10 more. A small family, all wearing aprons and staring at the Defiance members with large golden orange eyes. They are a lemur like species of alien, covered in soft grey and brown fur with their heads sticking perpendicular from their chests, and tails falling behind them. Also, the eyes. Large...golden orange eyes. They stand upright, have five digits and speak basic so they aren't space monkeys. Large space Lemurs. (https://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/0/0b/Lurmen-SWE.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110916021319 )

"We usually wouldn't reach out like this, but my daughters are still trapped in there as well. And, all of our family's money. We don't use the banks due to the history with the bankin' guilds. But we be promisin' to pay if you could go in and mebbe talk with the ruffians who are in there and get them to let our family members go mebbe?" That accent though, all they are missing are kilts.

Hex is always dressed scary, if you consider that his fashion sense is terrifying. But he does appear to be unarmed, and he is wearing his usual floral-pattered duster, goggles that have been actually worn over his eyes in maybe one scene ever, and spacer attire. He is smoking, and his lekku are twitching unhappily at the convergence of 'screams' and 'come unarmed,' but he seems willing to investigate this regardless. "Whatever they're into, we'll get them out, ok ka."

Hex doesn't specify whether they're getting them out 'alive' or 'intact,' mind.

Non-scary? Check, Sapphira came dressed in her maroon skirt, leggings, boots, green top and vest, with her hair pulled back in two flat buns behind her ears. She wears that stupid Tanaab necklace too, and fingerless gloves. It's a Nar look, okay?!

As a junior member of the group, the redhead stands a little back behind Hex, peering around him ever so often to watch over the critters in need. Yes, she had some very questioning looks about being unarmed. And even moreso now that there's talk of screams. But Hex says they're doing it so ... they're doing it. "Of course we will," she says from her position, backing up Hex's statement with a little smile.

Kasia is at Hex's side as they listen to the story, neither smoking, nor twitching, but not looking thoughtful, and perhaps a little unhappy about something. She doesn't look scary though, and she's dressed as she always is, and she appears to be as unarmed as she always does, which isn't to say that she isn't packing heat, but it's not obvious. It's Nar. "Do we know who is in there? Or why?" she questions the little lemur family. "Or anything about why they're there?"

From the back of the group a sniffle can be heard. Upon inspection, Ousan can be found standing very near to the Defiance folks, wiping a tear away from one of his black, featureless eyes. His deep, rich (basically Jamaican) voice speaks up, imbibed with a sense of duty and compassion, "This is indeed a tragedy, my friend." He steps through the group and puts a hand on the patriach's shoulder, "We /will/ save them." He continues to sniffle, touched to the very core by the space-lemur's story.

There's a collective chitter of relief given by every member of the family after each agreement. A few tiny lurmen's with smaller bodies that make their glow in the dark eyes look even bigger come forward to offer the 'Heroes' necklaces...made out of paper flowers. Some cheer. Oh the beautiful caveat. Because of their personal pacifist beliefs they feel more comfortable...if they agree to handle the negotiations unarmed. They even offers safe bins to store the weapons in and in replacement they offer the crew aprons/chef's jackets and jaunty paper hats that read 'Lickity Flickity Sweets'. Then they are offered a shuttle ride. Naelyn, in all his slender and white clad glory has agreed to stay on the shuttle and offer support from there, plugged into multiple systems. Intel from the Dancer and answers provided by the furry crew is that approximately 24 hours ago, the Lickity Flickity Sweets vendor/shop was broken into by the Belly Buster Band gang. A gang that made a name for itself only robbing places that sell food. Go figure. The Muk Family fortune is hidden somewhere in that shop and that is what they are after. And now...the scene of this...

It is honest to god, an Ice Cream Shop/Bakery. There is the kitchen, a large walk in freezer, and then the 'lobby' location with a few scattered metal chairs and tables. Everything is wrecked however, tables scorched by blaster fire, chairs dented in from god knows what. Lights flicker and the entire place smells like sugar and coffee with a sprinkling of ash. Somebody put a lot of work into the starship and planet shaped pastries in the glass display case, but that too has been smashed in, glass scattered over beautiful confections. There's some chunks of fur on the front counter and a trail of something dark and red trailing towards the kitchen doors. Like something or someone was dragged back there.

Hex seems to know Ousan, and there is both fondness and a hint of reservation in his attitude toward the Nautolan. A bit of small talk on the way there; Hex has accepted flowers but declined a hat. His head is not the right shape for it. He has definitely tried to convince his wife to wear the paper hat. And then, there they are, the sweets vendor shop, looking busted. His lekku perk up, and he's heading towards the door, opening it cautiously. Good, good. Then calling out inquiringly, "Hey assholes!" Less cautious. Then, "Oh man, I'm definitely eating this." It's covered in fur.

Sapphira Solari, as she is now known, is actually rather enthusiastic about getting her little lai. She bows down low to allow the flowers to be placed upon her, beaming brightly and touching one of the petals softly. She'll wear it with pride throughout this mission, or die trying.

That pleasantness fades as they enter the shop, glass crunching beneath her feet. She'll hang behind the others, just a bit, once more as a junior member of the little clan of crazies. "Krif," the redhead whispers, as she looks around. "Who gets this worked up about sweets?" Her own weapon is hidden underneath her vest.

The hat is placed on Kasia's head, and she doesn't do anything to stop it, or remove the hat. Maybe to make the scared people happy, maybe to make her husband happy, whatever it is, she's stylin' a new paper hat. She is still totally armed, but the weapons are hidden on her person and definitely not placed in the bin. They head intot he sweet shop and she gives Hex a look. "You're not eating that, you're not eating any of that, you don't know what they've done to them." Like cover them in glass, and fur, and blood probably, and who knows what else. Gross. She doesn't even react to him yelling, it's Hex, she knew he'd do that. "Might be a territorial thing, a protection racket, maybe just trying to make an example of this place so that everyone else knows to be afraid of them," she says quietly, glancing back at Sapphira. "Maybe they're just dicks."

"Is this what you do now?" Ousan asks of Hex, walking into the building along with the rest of the group. "Ice cream...espionage?" The Nautolan's lidless eyes flick around the area as he attempts to make some sort of sense out of what he's just volunteered for. "Likely an apt assessment," Ousan remarks to Kasia.

There's a rather thick man guarding/standing directly in front of the swinging kitchen doors if people go that direction. His back facing whoever enters and he's very flatteringly scratching his generous backside. He has a very hairy and somewhat blood spattered fur...scarf draped around his neck. Probably Uncle Nitzy or Pa. Beyond him there are a couple of weasely looking thugs dangling a tiny Lurmen girl over a vat of what might be hot oil, donuts are already scattered on the floor. Then there's a beefcake of a thug whistling a jaunty tune as he dumps sprinkles and powdered sugar over a set of tiny lurmen triplets who are hugging each other and covered in syrup. The smartest of the crew is near the doors of the walk in freezer, demanding the 'passcode' from a shaky and older lurmen female who has more white in her fur and wears a chef's jacket, refusing to answer even as the interrogator is fixing charges to the door and its hinges.

That is the scene that greets anyone pressing past those kitchen doors. Hex's oh so friendly greeting causes the interrogation Thug to go quiet and Sir Bootilicious is peeking out from the kitchen now with the oh so intelligent response of "We closed! Come back tomorrow!". Because that...totally works in the holos.

"Sort of?" Hex replies to Ousan, one brow slightly lifted. "I do a number of things, but honestly what I want out of life at this point is just a baby and a krikyt farm." A Look at Kasia. "But yeah. Breaking, entering, chaos, mayhem, great sorrow and gnashing of teeth, I guess that's what I do. There is, admittedly, usually less ice cream, but I'm not opposed to /only/ taking sweet-shop jobs in the future." As they proceed further, he does approach the thug at the kitchen doors, perhaps close enough to get a glimpse of those ruffians holding the Lurmen bby over a vat. "What the crotting hell are you doing?" Hex asks, and actually sounds totally surprised; this is perhaps more dramatic than anticipated. "Beating up children? /Wasting donuts/?!"

"You don't get a krikyt farm," Kasia replies without even glancing at Hex, she knows the sad look that'll follow. SHE KNOWS. Or the annoyed look. Either way, she's not gonna see it, she's too busy looking around as they creep further into the shop, and find the gang. The gang, torturing the poor family that runs the shop, the gang that is wasting FOOD. FOOD WASTING IS GOING ON HERE, GUYS. Her brows knit, and her mouth curves into an unhappy frown. "What is WRONG with you?" she asks of the gang in general, displeasure turning into outright anger. Both of her hands lift in an effort to stall any sort of answers. "You know what, I don't want to know what's wrong with all of you, what I want is for you all to get out of here, now. Stop hurting these poor people, and /get/ /out/."

That poor little creature! Sapphira actually yelps at the sight of him, and then her eyes seem to go dark and shaded. Her cheeks flush red. It's fury, pure and simple. And she no longer deigns to hide behind Hex and Kasia, but rather steps forward with her chest puffed out and her shoulders back, with all the terrifying presence of an unexpected rodent. "You," she breathes in the fat man's direction, drawing out a slender index finger and poking him in the chest. "Will move." Simple, concise, to the point. "Or I will move you." Aw, she's so widdle! Yet so angry!

Ousan continues wandering around the area for a moment before he walks up behind Kasia and looks the gang of ruffians over. His brows takes on a determined visage and his arms cross over his chest. Dirty food wasters.

Okay, this is...not how they expected things to go. All the bad guys freeze, dangling and pouring and setting explosives on a door. There is just so much pressure! Hex is yelling and Kasia is yelling and then Sapphira is being tiny and terrifying and Ousan is not happy and Jigglicious takes a few steps away from the door, scrambling for his weapon as Oil Dangling Thug tosses the little girl aside (not into the oil) and starts hocking...stale day old muffins. Hefty and thick and chunky. The man setting the charges just 'uuughs'. "We are just here to get what is OURS. These little creatures don't deserve to hoarde money like this..." The 'critters' are all staring with wide hopeful eyes.

Hex tests his Dexterity skill at a 100 difficulty.

+SUCCESS+ (54).

MUFFINS! Thugs throwing muffins! This is Hex's kind of party, and all things considered, he seems pretty stoked, catching one of the ones that was tossed his way and taking a bite. Stale muffin. Hefty and thick and chunky. Like Hex? "Patty-cake, patty-cake, kiss my ass," he muses, "Fuck with the bakery and you're gonna get smashed." Both brows lift, and then there's the sound of lemur-wailing toward a side room marked Employees Only! Hex and his muffin head that way, and shortly thereafter, there might be the sounds of somebody getting hit.

So they're not supposed to shoot anyone? Okay, that's fine. But egads! There's projectiles! Sapphira is quick on her toes, dodging out of the way of what rolls to the floor and looks like ... lingonberry. Because such a strange berry belongs in space. She pauses, for a moment, just staring at the muffin. Really, that's the threat? So when she lifts her eyes, and spies a man with a rolling pin standing over three of the innocent little baking pacifists, she simply charges.

The effect is ... pretty minor. Rather than tackling the big bad and setting free the syrup-covered pastry chefs, tiny Sapphira bounces off the attacker and falls hard on her ass, enough to bruise her tailbone. She lets out a loud swear upon her less-than-impressive landing.

Muffins! They're throwing stale muffins! Kasia doesn't try to catch any of them the way Hex does, but she does manage to dodge the day old confectionery missiles. "He is going to end up eating glass," she complains as Hex retreats into a side room to pound on some unseen goon. GIVE 'EM HELL, HONEY. She ducks to avoid another flying muffin and snatches up a broken piece of chair leg, hefty enough to hurt, not so heavy as to make it impossible for her to throw, and then lets it fly, flinging it at the first gang member they saw, the beefy dude that was scratching his ass at the door. "NONE of this is yours! GET OUT!"

Stavros tests his Melee:unarmed skill at a 100 difficulty.

+SUCCESS+ (11).

Stavros trailed behind everyone, only now reaching the site of the mostly-food fight and assessing the stakes as much as two seconds of glances can. Muffin-throwing? Not so much his thing. His hidden blaster pistol? Let's hope that's not a necessary thing.

When Sapphira charges someone who seems to be using a culinary club, failing utterly to do anything but make herself more vulnerable than before and surrounding herself with tiny Lurmen future-victims, he's tempted to charge. But that butt-scratcher seems to be reaching for a weapon, so Stavros skips the 'planning' phase and goes straight for him. Counting on Fatty blocking any incoming baked weapons, he dashes in with his fist hauled back to a punch - but instead slides to knock Buttscratcher's feet out from under him. _Now_ the punching and kicking him while he's down can start. Stavros: totally a hero and not an opportunistic bastard!

From Sapphira's stop on the floor, she will notice that there seems to be something pink and creamy leaking out from under the door of the walk-in freezer. The smell of berries and highblood sugar starts to mingle with the other bakery smells. The syrup covered Triplets literally throw themselves over Sapphira, half sticking to her and half trying to protect her from the guy wielding his rolling pin and swinging it at the engineer and her new syrup buddies. Kasia is traumatizing fatty, causing him to step up a bit more...and yes, he was about to draw then he's laid out by pure...opportunistic fury! Kasia has 2 people focussed on her now. The weasel twins are wielding...whisks? Yes, whisks and the tiny girl they dropped runs towards Kasia and then throws herself into a dive that causes her to basically become a rolling ball of fur, seeking the Mama Bear's protection. They are still working at that door.

There's a brief moment of disbelief as Sapphira slowly looks up to see Buttscratcher looming over her. And then, a pink-purple blur suddenly appears, tackling the man and starting to beat the ever loving shit out of him. She watches for another brief moment, half a breath maybe. Her mouth opens so she can speak, but no words come out. Just a yelp as the first sticky triplete tackles Sapphira straight in the head, sending her sideways to the floor. The other two soon follow suite, doing just as much to pin her down as to protect her. One hand, with a trickle of syrup along the back of it, reaches out, grasping for Stavros, but she cannot reach.

Another moment of battle-pause, another realization as Sapphira's eyes flit to the cooler between the fur in her eyes.

"Stavros!" she finally calls to the man, as she moves to try and get up, to extradite herself from the situation she's in. "Stavros, stop the bombs. There's gas, stop the bombs!" Dammit fur babies!

Kasia Ashkuri tests her Throw skill at a 100 difficulty.

 +SUCCESS+ (81).

Kasia is quick to notice the pair that are focusing on her now, and in what might seem like an unusual move at first, hikes up her skirt enough to grab some throwing knives that she had strapped to her thigh. "Get them out of here." She's changed her tune, now it's not get the thugs, it's the family. "We need to go." She takes one of her knives in hand, and after only a couple of seconds to aim, lets it fly, straight at one of the weasel whisk wielders, embedding the blade in his chest. Deep. The blade must be sharp, this is going to be unpleasant for that particular weasel twin.

Stavros tests his Melee:unarmed skill at a 100 difficulty.

+SUCCESS+ (27).

Sapphira Solari tests her Strength skill at a 100 difficulty.

+SUCCESS+ (34).

In Stavros's thorough, professional glance around the room, he didn't notice what the big guy next to the locked door was doing. After a last, unnecessary kick in Buttscratcher's ribs, he pivots and sniffs the air. Once, twice - and his eyes settle on the charges being placed on the door. "Get behind Mama Kasia!" he says to the Lurmen, pointing towards the knife-wielding woman closest to the front of the shop.

Stepping _around_ Sapphira's sticky mess of mammals, the Zeltron moves without subtlety towards the big guy setting charges. He's the one who justifies their robbery; he's the one who knows how to arm bombs that only blast in one direction. Stavros is pretty sure this guy must be the brains of the group. He missed biology class and every other class conceivable, but he knows there's nerves and blood in the neck, and the brain needs blood and nerve connections to function.

So with more precision than strength, holding his fingers rigid, he strikes forward at the soft-looking part of the guy's neck, hard. When the thug reflexively straightens his neck, he punches him in the back of the head, at the base of the neck. He shakes his right hand out a bit, fingers and wrist loose, with a grimace. That punch hurt! He's still massaging his fingers when he slips down to his knees and looks over the explosives on the door.

Sapphira Solari tests her Melee:unarmed skill at a 100 difficulty.

+SUCCESS+ (0).

Okay, so this is not going so well. For the bad guys. Jigglicious McFatty is sprawled out on his back, panting and wheezing, slowing rolling over into the fetal position. Whisk 1 just got a knife in his chest, staggering back into a shelf of food coloring and sliding to his butt as a few glass jars fall on his head and beside him. Festive colors of red and yellow. Whisk 2 looks from his partner and then to Kasia and then Kasia's thighs and then back to Kasia and just holds his hands up right away. This seems to /piss/ the rolling pin dude off who gets his purchase on the syrup slippering floor and is trying to force his rolling pin through the opening around her Lurmen body shield, trying to shove the end of it into her throat, but he's got inches of fur and sugar/sprinkle clumps to get through and his gritting his teeth, occasionally slipping. Over ---> there with the charges, the Brainy Thug is slumping over and sliding to the side, his face having hit the freezer door, stunning him, leaving Stavros to kneel in berrylicious ice cream that is melting at an alarming rate. The Lurmen woman who was being tough as nails by not giving the passcode start to edge closer to where Kasia and the exit is...also the tiniest of the Lurmen who was about to be made a donut is also trying to hide behind Kasia.

Sapphira is rising to her knees after Stavros steps around her. She's finally getting control of her furry shield, but as her face and torso are revealed, she's now very sticky and covered in strands of hair from her protectors. "Stop helping m-ugh!"

The man with the rolling pin is back, and he's launched himself at Sapphira, pressing the pin against Sapphira's throat. For a brief moment, only her hands there protect her from his weight crushing her larynx. But then there's another little hand. And another. And the syrup triplets are suddenly all using their furry strength to lift the pin away from Sapphira's throat, allowing her to breathe unobstructed. And then she grins upward at the man trying to kill her, almost as if she's enjoying the adrenaline rush. Especially the part when she brings her knee up sharply to try and get him in the junk.

It's enough to make the man faulter, and he loses his footing in the syrup, sliding quickly to the side and bashing his chin, hard, into the hard floor. She reaches for something, anything nearby, and gets an open container of rainbow sprinkles, thrusting it into the baddie's face even as her furbies start to clap and yelp in delight at the good job they did.

By the time Whisk 1 goes down, Kasia has another knife in her hand, and she points it at Whisk 2. "Drop your... whisk, sit down, and shut up." Or you'll meet Mr. Pointy! She keeps the weapon leveled on W2, but glances down at the Lurmen lurking near, a quick glimpse. "Get outside, we'll try to get everyone out," she tells them, and then looks back to the surrendering guy. "Stavros, how're we doing? We alright? You got this?" Don't blow us up, plz. "HEX, WE NEED TO GET A MOVE ON!"

Stavros tests his Intelligence skill at a 100 difficulty.

 +SUCCESS+ (13).

Stavros tests his Demolitions skill at a 100 difficulty.

 +SUCCESS+ (67).

"I got this, Kasia. I am an _exceptional_ demolitionist." Stavros traces the lines, looks at the detonator trigger, and examines the connection to the door. "All the same, though," he glances back at Kasia, then Sapphira, and the Lurmen, and back to Kasia, "Get moving! And turn the power back on, this melting isn't helping." He doesn't look at the would-be robbers. Who cares if _those_ jerks blow up? As more melted ice cream slides out from under the doors, and the smell of gas becomes stronger, he focuses on the shaped charges.

The explosives that haven't been planted: still inert. He looks back at the door: those are armed. He turns his head, craning his neck to examine the remote control device. He wipes some of the sticky melted ice cream off in the process. He puts the device up to the back of the first charge, and presses a few buttons. Then he moves it up to the second charge. Same buttons. Then the last ones: same button sequence. Finally, a different sequence, and the device powers own, the explosive disarming.

Then they fall off the wall and splash into melted ice cream. Stavros expected it, and lets out a deep breath slowly. Then he grabs the shaped charges, looking for a to-go bag. Waste not, want not! He then grins and calls out, "All clear!" Then he proclaims, "I'm the best."

Slowly, Sapphira rises. Sprinkles teeter from her hair, her clothes, and from the fur of the three lurmen she still has. One clings to her arm, one her leg, and one her shoulders. She takes a deep, calming breath, bright green eyes flitting up to Stavros. He's working on the charges, telling them to run. But no, she won't run yet. Instead, she reaches over to one of the desert bars, one that still has hot fudge bubbling on it, left ignored for the last day or two. Burnt bubbling fudge. She lifts the little pot of it, looks down at the wimpering, beat ass-scratching fatty, and turns the cauldren upside down, slowly dribbling gobs of the hot stuff accross his hair and face. She grins, and for good measure, drops the pot on his head too, after her dramatic moment.

By now, Stavros is done. She lifts her eyes again and grins at him, turning to look over at Kasia. Without a word, she reaches down to hoist up the lurmen from her leg underneath her other arm. Then she walks, following her lady boss.

Kasia watches as Sapphira picks up the chocolate, and dumps it on the man, cringing a bit, but lets be fair, these are some bad guys. She's not going to invest a lot of pity for the guy who tried to deep fry a living being. "Alright, everyone out, let's go." She's still got a knife in hand, ready to throw it at anyone else who might pop out. "HEX STOP EATING AND COME ON! WE'RE LEAVING!" She knows her husband. Is there money? If there is, she's forgotten about it, or doesn't care about it, she wants to get out of this confectionery nightmare.

The Oldest Lurmen is sticking close to Kasia. The tiniest Lurmen, would be trying to cling to Kasia. The Triplets are all clinging to Sapphira even though they hide their faces when she dumps that chocolate. Good lord. And Stavros is god...somewhere. Somewhere Hex has managed to saved Pa, and there is no telling what were in those brownies they were eating as they were encouraged to make their exit.

The appropriate authorities do arrive at the scene...and the statements they get from the Muk clan talk about a bad break in and a freezer malfunction. They ask no questions because dude...they have been trying to catch these guys for a while. The Lurmens reunite oh so happily, Muk has his daughters (Yes, seriously, they are all his daughters) and they sing the praises of the Defiance crew. About 24 hours later...there are going to be three very large deliveries of frozen treats, ice cream, and baked goods...like a lot of them delivered and so on and so forth regularly or on demand, complete with adorable Lurmen children who sing a magical song about 'The queens, the King, and the Green Guy'.

POSTSCRIPT:

Sapphira Solari stares into the camera in the little booth, a young Lurman on the right side of her lap. She's stroking it methodically, but staring green daggers at the camera. She just stares, blankly, her face the look of a woman's blind rage. You know the kind; where she's so angry she's freakishly calm. "F*ck that guy." And cut.

Stavros looks at the camera. "It's a good day when I smuggle in a blaster to a job and don't have to use it. Maybe I should have, though." The camera zooms in to Stavros's face as a horrified expression crosses his face, eyes widening, and mouth opening slightly. "What if I'd broken my hand? Oh sh-" Scene cuts.