Log:Defiance Guild: Odd First Responders

Defiance Guild: Odd First Responders

OOC Date: September 28, 2016
Location: Parmac District - Nar Shaddaa - Not the Spaceport
Participants: Naelyn, Hex, Jehni'va Cihn, Defiance first days.

Across the News wires throughout the galaxy, word is spreading of a major attack in Hutt Space.

On the heels of the Battle of the Sunbelt, where the now infamous Acolyte Cannon, was destroyed, the Hutt Lords are flexing their re-invigorated muscles to oust non-Hutt sympathisizers from their space.

Hutt-alligned starfighters have reportedly assaulted the security forces protecting the largest spaceport on Nar Shaddaa, defeating the hired-security forces of NSec Securities, which were weakened during the Sunbelt battle, having volunteered many of their own assets to help destroy the Acolyte Cannon.

The News reports are giving details that as of right now the Air Superiority battle has drawn to a cease-fire and that almost all, if not ALL, NSec starfighters have been elimnated. Recordings of fires around the giant Parmac Spaceport central building can be seen raging even during the heavy down puor of a local thunderstorm.

So far, the Hutt Cartel has only publicly stated one thing to News Outlets.

"Its Our Moon"

It did not take very long, really for Naelyn to hear the news after a shift or two at Twi'Licks. He even had a rather profitable private client lined up, but he calmly went to the dressing room, got dressed and left because he was protesting yo. Like a boss. Sneaking out the back. By now, the slender dancer is clad in light grey and black, hair covered with that light grey veil and there's one that goes over his mouth and nose leaving only his eyes exposed as well as he's scurrying along, hugging a datapad to his chest and keeping his head bowed.

To say there's Chaos Afoot would be...putting it mildly. Closer you get to the spaceport, Groups amassing in the streets below with ill intent, people scared due to the violence, fires roaring. The threat above and possibly soon...below. The little dancer has his equipment strapped to his backpack and seems to be moving with purpose, getting shoved and pushed around and ducking around crates and the like...on a mission, staring at his datapad.

Jehni'va Cihn doesn't really do crowds and she doesn't really do chaos. She thrives in quiet places with lots of leg room - this wasn't the day to book a repair gig, especially one that paid as crappy as this one. The tall human clutches at the sides of her hood as she pushes through the crowd, away from the port; her left side is blackened by soot and ash, a condition which is smeared across that cheek as well. Coughing, she nearly runs full-tilt into Naelyn, only pausing because - hold a tick - she recognizes that one! He's the weirdo who called the bounty hunter pregnant, good times. Grasping at that thin shred of familiarity, she waves her hands out towards him. "What's going on?!" She never really... Picked up on that.

Fire, mischief, mayhem, murder most foul... where else would Hex be other than here?! He, like the starport, is smoking. Unlike the starport, he's looking more or less intact. "The Hutts decided to put the Hutt back in Hutt Space," he answers Jehni'va's question, having moseyed that way. He's giving both the tall pilot and the slender slicer a look over, as though assessing for injuries. "It's exciting not to be public enemy number one."

Naelyn looks up rather quickly at a familiar voice, looking Jehni'va over with some concern before patting at his backpack to retrieve a sleek silver canteen which he offers over with a blink. "Hutts may or may not have assholes, but apparently they are assholes to balance out things." He then freezes upon seeing Hex, putting on his most innocent eyes and shaking his head, tapping his datapad and clearing his throat. "I need to hack into the camera feeds of the Nsec security headquarters closest to the spaceport so I have access to that database to pull the names of those who are leaving 'if I die' camera messages on their datapads for loved ones. My mid-week appointment, a pair of best friends are stuck there and they have families." A pause. "It isn't awkward to go and relocate the family of the men who you regularly give lapdances to right? Like there's a 'In case of potential war' exception clause there?"

Is she surprised that Hex is there, softly smoking amongst the chaos? Absolutely not. Jehn takes his arrival in stride and nods slowly, like she understands his explanation. "Riiiight. Alright, cool..." She takes the canteen, gratefully, with another nod, just for good measure. "But could they not have found a more civilized resolution to their problems?" It's silly to ask at all. Because: Hutts. A loud crash behind them jerks the human woman forward, fingers curling tighter at her hood, instinctively ducking an unseen assault that doesn't come - not to her, at least. "This is just absurd." She pushes the canteen back at Naelyn with a hastily muttered 'thanks', and blanches at his predicament. "It... It's still awkward but, uh, circumstances change things? Um... Do you need help?" She has nothing better to do than run away, and it would work against the awful puppy-dog loyalty she has ingrained in her very soul. She knows these two, they haven't screwed her over (yet), therefore they are friend. Friend good.

Hex eyes Naelyn. His eyes get a little narrower at the innocent look. "Wait, wait, wait. You're /what/?" he asks, lekku twitching in brief displeasure. "You're hacking into datapads to get... wait, no, you're hacking camera feeds, to get names, so that you can get your ... mid week lap dance ...?" Hex gives up and flails. "You're gonna get shot!" Then puppy dog loyalty kicks in over there, and he flails again. "You're gonna get Jehni'va shot! Don't get her shot, I like her, she has a Twi'lek name and she's not afraid to get trashy." That could do with some explanation, but it's not forthcoming.

Naelyn smiles softly to Jehn behind his veil, accepting the canteen back and tucking it back in his knapsack before he just /stares/ at Hex for a moment. "NO, I am hacking camera feeds, to get names, so that I can get those who are trapped and Nsec Security forces's familes back to the Corellian District where it is /safe/ for now." He tries to explain as his fingers fly over his datapad. "I /know/ some of the men and women who are trapped there." He tsks softly then looks to Jehn. "You are too kind, if you do desire to lend your assistance, please follow me." He turns to walk away, and is clotheslined by a droid's arm as the droid and its master walks past and he falls backwards, sighing softly and pushing himself to his feet. "I don't want them to be used to get the security members to do things. If their families are nearby, they are fodder."

"Well, everyone gets weekend lap dances so the ones who get them mid week must really need them." Jehni'va offers, helpfully. Come on, Hex, it's for the greater good! Plus all that noble stuff that Naelyn just said. To the Twi'lek, she merely offers a flattered half smile and a shrug before turning to daddy-long-legs-lope after the androgynous one. As he goes tumbling down, she frowns and pauses. "But how do we get in? Air ducts?" It's always the air ducts.

"I was just thinking we knock on the front doors really...there are probably boarding houses where multiple families stay." Naelyn offers to Jehni'va, tilting his datapad so she can see the videos streaming on one portion and addresses and such streaming on the other. Oh yes, surprise, he can bend backwards to kiss his own ass and slice. He considers something. "We-we are going to need like a speeder but bigger so that we can put luggage and small children on it...to transport them to the well, alternative means of transportation to the Corellian district..."

Oh shit, it's getting real. "Front doors, gotcha." Jehni'va is surprisingly okay with this, but only because subtlety and sneaking have never worked well for her. "And something bigger than a speeder." She follows, exhaling and tapping her finger tips together in a moment of rushed planning. "Well. /Well/. Securing transport I can do, but finding it isn't going to be as -" She wants to say 'legal' but instead settles on: " -simple." She thrusts a look back at their green compatriot. "...You boys know where we could get a bus?" She doesn't dare say "steal", because that is illegal and beneath her.

"You want me to steal a truck? You're asking me to steal a truck," Hex translates Naelyn's needs for transportation. He gives the half-Sephi a pained look for a moment, cigarette dangling from his lips, then agrees, "Fine. You do your thing... Jehni'va and I are gonna steal a truck. It's alright we'll pick somebody unworthy," he promises Jehni'va. "Or a bus... okay, a bus is also good. How are you with speeder electronics? Or looking frail and helpless? Cause I think either is a route to getting a damn bus for the Naelyn Home for Wayward Lapdance Spawn."

"You could just go and...pay somebody the fare it would take to get to safety off planet or in another district in exchange for them letting you take their transport." Oh, things in the life of a part-time stripper. If you say please...But he nods quickly to the two and lifts his datapad. "I am sending you the series of addresses, meet me at the end of the street and we shall load up there." And off he skitters/scurries. To collect baby mamas and bebes.

"Steal -!" Shut up, Jehn. It's for the greater good. The greater good! Calming the voice in the back of her head (which is currently screaming), the girl who clings to order like a drowning man clings to driftwood, squeaks out: "Okay!" An octave higher than she had intended. "Speeders. Uh, I'm better with ships, but it can't be too different, can it?" Nah. She waves a hand haphazardly. "I'll figure it out or... Look helpless. I'll show some shoulder or something - or you can, you might have more luck than me. let's do this." Before she loses her resolve or nervous ralfs or something. Turning away from Naelyn as he skitters and scurries off, she pats her hands against her pants. "Let's... Steeeeal something, let's do it." Mother must never know.

Hex watches Naelyn go, and then twitches his lekku like a horse shaking off annoying flies. "Why would I pay someone when I could like... not pay someone," he asks Naelyn's back, and then looks around the street, contemplatively. "Ah. Look. Look there," Hex points, at a large van a couple buildings away. "Look at those bad fuckin dudes. They're looting the shit out of that shop and they got a sweet van. That's wrong, ka, those men... like... they eat adorable animals..." Shit, so does Hex, he needs another point of differentiation. "...And stab the elderly with rusty anchors. Probably. Go run out and make a distraction, I'll shoot them in the back - on /stun/, on stun - and then we'll save Naelyn's babies or whatever."

Naelyn would probably be going 'Hex, really...' or looking him with the look of 'I am going to tell Kasia'. But as he is illegally hacking and streaming secure feeds into his datapad, he has no room to speak, and he also doesn't know what's going on behind his back. He is busy going up to doors and knocking frantically, using that soft and purring voice to be reassuring....and credentials that are not his own for validity, and just going from house to house of different family members. "We have safe transportation on its way. No charge, but we need you all out of the line of fire...so please come with me. Oh. Yes..." At some point he has been handed a baby and a house plant, but he is moving quickly, a small group of perhaps 10 gathering. This is just one street. "We may need to make multiple trips..." Is muttered.

"They eat adorable animals..." Jehn mutters to herself, suddenly very pale, and nods. "Right. For the animals. And Naelyn's babies. Right. Okay!" With several short breaths the pilot pumps herself up and then takes off running towards the looters. She is muttering about the animals and elderly the whole time. "Hey!" She shouts, waving her arms above her head to catch their attention - but in the streets, everyone is running and screaming and catching fire. It doesn't do much. Fine - FINE! Hex wants a distraction? She's going to give them the best damn distraction they ever saw. As she goes, she grabs a brick from the ground and shrugs her charred jacket off to wad around it. The reasoning isn't particularly clear. "You have to help me!" She pants as she approaches, grabbing the nearest thug and hanging off his arm like all those ladies at the clubs. "You - he grabbed me, I think he's going to kill me!" She squeaks, grabbing at her leg like it's been injured in the process. She is met with the blank, aggravated stare of someone who doesn't buy it or doesn't care. Growing frustrated, Jehni'va snarls. "I'm a damsel in distress, okay?!" Her lie failed - so she swings the brick-laden jacket at his midsection and then starts booking it. There was 100% a better way to go about all of that. Catch her if you can! They probably can. Shit, she should have thought this through. Naelyn got a house plant and she's probably going to wind up bleeding internally - you win some, you lose some.

"ATTAGIRL, JEHN," Hex yells into the fray, because he's enough of a hot mess himself that he sees absolutely nothing wrong with her approach. It looks totally successful! It's a great distraction! Cigarette in one hand, blaster in the other, blue bolts drop two of the looters to sleep time and he just narrowly misses the third. He keeps the gun raised, however, and flicks it back to the angry red kill setting as he approaches. "Why don't you just run along now, ok ka?" Hex suggests. "I suggest you hustle yourself out of the way one way or the other, because you're right in between me and what it is I need, and if you persist in occupying that position, I will take out your eyes and feed 'em to you like those dumplings on a stick you can get at the shady part of Lehtera street." He pauses. "Actually those are really good though." It's enough for this guy to believe psycho Twi'lek is psycho, and he decides discretion is the better part of valor and books it. Hex looks delighted, holsters his gun, and climbs up to the passenger seat. "Into the free bus, hobo pilot! You can drive! Aw Naelyn has a baby."

Jehni'va Cihn runs for her life, dropping her /beloved/ jacket on the way. She runs, she falls, she turns to face her fate and instead is just in time to see Hex take care of... Well, pretty much everything. Thugs down! Scrambling back upright, she closes the distance back to their new transport in impressive time and slams into the driver's seat. "You got it!" There is a labored roar as the larger speeder rumbles and sputters to life beneath them and the human throws her weight behind the controls - they're going to get there /fast/, dammit. "And I'm not homeless anymore! I live on Nyla's couch!" It's an important distinction - she's even wearing new pants! Moving up in the world. But materialistic desires only clog the mind from pondering life's deep questions: who are we? What is good? Why is Naelyn holding a baby? "And a plant." She notes, zipping the speeder at an aggressive pace up the street. "Plants cute. All aboard!"

By the time they arrive with transport, Naelyn has a baby, a houseplant, and a beetle in a bottle....along with 15 people who follow after him like a tiny Moses of some sort, headed for the end of the street. The dancer just watches with a slow blink and the ushers the sleepy, scared, green, bunch of people onto the bus while the baby works on trying to figure out how to piss, cry and pull out one of Nae's hairpins all at the same time. This is how you do Hero Work. Ignore the 5 year old Nautolan child who projectile vomits ala the exorcist all over row 3 and the cranky old woman in a leather bikini and her hair still in rollers. Hero. Work.