Log:Ebon Guard: A Coup Unveiled

A Coup Unveiled

OOC Date: December 3, 2017
Location: Unknown Regions
Participants: Vraag Rengh, Barquo Dentoo, Papo Agora, Tig Follox, Ayeeou Wanaii, Zandra naMuriel, Jarret Sur, Hopp Nooram, Narsai Ordo, Siha Archer, Ebon Guard

The Ebon Guard and Friends had been given their remaining land speeder back along with one out of "The Gods' " fleet. They had decided to allow the one surviving member of the King's royal guard to accompany them back to the palace under the agreement that when the coup fell, he would stay on the right side of the fight. The trip back to the Omen was quicker than expected, but perhaps that was just because of how easy it was when compared with the ordeal that the group had recently been through. Upon arriving at the ship, the Ebon Guard soldiers left behind rushed out to greet the returning team, anxious and relieved to see them all returning in one piece. Medpacks were dispatched to those who were wounded, as well as proper stitching of wounds with something other than salvaged bedding thread.

Once everyone was patched up, the group took off and flew back to the palace in the northern hemisphere, the princess alongside them. The plan was simple, the Ebon Guard would return to the throne room under the pretense of simply returning the princess to her father. Upon returning, they would lay out the terms for the King's replacement, and then deal with the negotiations or battle that follows. The Princess had told them all that a number of the royal guard would remain loyal to her, and would stand aside when the coup was revealed, but there were a number who would likely fight the shift in power.

Upon landing at the palace, the team's journey to the throne room was simple enough, and as the group walked into the large throne room, they find it almost exactly the same as when they left it. The tiny king is perched upon a massive diamond throne, cushioned by a plush cushion. He claps his tiny hands and giggles like a child when his daughter enters the throne room, calling out, "Ooooohhh, yes, yes, yes! There she is, there she is! I hope that you taught those zealots a lesson!”

"Oh I wouldn't be too excited to see us your grace. You see there seems to have been something a little out of sorts at that mine of yours." Barquo doesn't really see the need to mince words on this one. His blaster is out and at his side "Your daughter wants to have a talk with you and I'm relatively certain you're not going to like the discussion."

Well, this week has been shit. "Please tell me you have a cigarette." Papo Agora grunts beneath her breath at Hopp, still sore and panting from her close brush with internal bleeding and a slow, suffocating death. Still, it could be worse. The large woman does her level best to look imposing (spoiler: she looks imposing), standing armored with her crew with a hand on the hilt of her ax. She dips a hand into the medpac at her hip and pulls her flask loose with a wiggle. "I'll trade ya." She let's Bark do the coup-talking, she was never great with words.

Tig Follox has been better. The medpac helped, as did the few shots of whiskey she had snuck the moment they were back on the ship. So she feels okay, but not great. "Can't we just murder everyone?" the pilot grunts in a fairly dangerous voice. It's soft, under her breath, but likely audible to anyone on the comms. Her hand squeezes over the smooth tube of the bow at her belt. Tig remains silent to the king, however.

It felt good to be armed again, armored again, and patched up properly. As statisfying as it was for Narsai to bludgeon her way through the guards with a stun-probe, a blaster and a blade felt a hell of a lot better. Stepping into the throne room, there was little doubt Narsai was in agreement with the plan. Of course, if people want to get paid before the shooting starts? Well...she'd hold her blaster in her hip holster a little longer.

The young Nautolan doctor had been mostly quiet these last hours. She just focuses on the job, patching up properly those in need. Yes, even the crazy 'goddess', once she'd been sedated and thus no longer a problem for anyone. And once back on the ship, she used the time traveling to the northern part of the planet on two very important things - Food and what serves for bathing on the ship. Both at the same, actually. She couldn't decide which was the higher priority - full, or clean. Both happen pretty quickly though - the first because after so little the last few days it was unhealthy to stuff herself - so she's done by the time they land. She's then much closer to feeling civilized by the time they're leaving the ship again and heading to the palace. She remains quiet, watching as it all unfolds.

As for Jarret, he stands in the back, looking stony and tall as usual - saying nothing, for his is not to speak but to blast holes in anyone who dares so much as twitch in the direction of his comrades and charges. Their own personal gargoyle.

Zan is not imposing looking, but she does have a small blaster, and she just stands back, actually looking to protect the princess at this point. She too has been very quiet throughout most of this, but clean, fed and stitched up all help her at least feel more than a bit back to normal. Mostly.

Hopp has never been great with words either, but he has a lot of them. He's grudgingly given up his last cig to Papo, but the good news is, the restock at the Omen left him with a fresh back or three, because he's not about to run out again after that ordeal in the prison. The old coot has instead replaced half the ammo in his utility belt with boxes of cigs. "You know, I said that like three times now, Tiggy," he growls in response, "but Vraag isn't having it for some reason, alright, we just- we gotta make our peace with that, Tig, and be happy with whatever killing we get." A bony finger fishes a cig from its box and hands it over to Papo, the little butane lighter he carries blasting a blue jet of fire a full inch up from its exhaust for her to light up. Meanwhile, he clears his throat and puffs up his skinny old chest. "Alright, well, we had a- a wonderful little summer outing there, your lordship, we- we really enjoyed it, a great, great time with lots of adventure and- you know, not a single moral quandary, but, in the course of events, we learned a thing or two about, you know, geopolitical affairs on this rock, and, uh, well, it don't look too good for you, your majesty, you- turns out you're a real prick, so, I guess what I'm saying is, you got a choice here about how you want this to go, but there's really one outcome here, see," he rants, pacing back and forth throughout on his long, stilt-like legs, the armor hanging off his thin frame. "You're gonna abdicate and all that sort of thing, or- or- or I'm gonna let my friends Papo and Tig do whatever they feel like, aren't we, Vraag? Vraag's not happy either, and he's- well, he's a real big fella, okay, you- you really don't want to piss someone like that off, your majesty.”

Vraag had entered at the forefront of the group, but as Barquo brings the subject matter quickly to the princess, Vraag takes a step or two over so that he is half shielding her from any ill intent from the royal guards stationed around the room. He takes a hand and places it on the nightstick at his hip, closing his hand around it without pulling it free of his belt. His eyes are always scanning as Hopp goes on his monologue, waxing poetic about just how things are going to be, and how scary they all are, which manages to make the tiny king narrow his eyes and bare his yellowed teeth, leaning forward to stare down from his throne at the group. Around the room, a few of the guards shuffle on their feet nervously.

Turning his head to peer at the princess over his shoulder, Vraag says through his helmet, "It's alright. Say your peace and we'll be done with this." The princess looks suddenly nervous, almost fearful, but she clears her throat and says in a scared sort of monotone, "F-father... While I've been gone I have had a chance to see how our neighbors to the south live under your rule. How they are forced to make do. The madness you have brought on. The pain to everyone. I... I think it is time for you to step aside. I will take your throne, along with the young brother from the southern clan. We will be married, and we will rule in your stead."

The King listens, and with every word it seems that he is swelling to the point of implosion. His ruddy cheeks have turned almost crimson with the flush of hot anger, and his eyes are narrowed dangerously. "This is the result of your work?" he demands of the Ebon Guard. "I send you to rescue my poor daughter and you bring her back to me filled full of lies and foolish intentions!? This is your doing!"

The slicer grips his blaster a little more tightly before saying "I hate to break it to you little man but we're just acting as guard detail for your daughter. She decided that this was best for your world we just facilitated the communication between her and the southern tribe." He also steps to protect the princess and says "It's your choice how we do this. There has been enough blood on this moon already."

Papo has never been quiet in her opinion of Hopp's moral fiber, but as she casually affixes her helmet to her belt in order to light up (with minimal eyebrow losses), her tune is different. "You're a saint among shit, Nooram." She grumbles happily, pinching the cigarette away and breathing deep. She settles beside Tig, a cool gaze drifting up and over the little king and all his toy soldiers. "I never was one for politics." She sighs, speaking softly to the other woman and letting the cigarette dangle from her lips. "But I feel like you've offered a prime diplomatic solution." She continues her casual aside as the princess speaks and the king rebuttals. "You'll probably get your way, you know. This man child..." She pauses, taking a long drag from he cigarette, paper skin withering and shrinking until it's forgotten as ash. "...Shame to kill a father in front of his blood.”

Tig Follox makes a grinding grunt of annoyance as the request to go on a murder spree is shot down. "Pity," she mumbles and grips at her bow a little more. Her helmet turns just slightly, towards Vraag as she allows the boss man to handle this. Hopp gets only a brief laugh that indicates that she would /love/ to do whatever she feels like at the moment. But her hand stays. "Politics suck," she agrees, not looking over at Papo. "You okay?" she instead asks quietly of the large medic. "Sure you're up to chop some heads if we need to, paps?”

Narsai wasn't talking this time, perhaps she'd used up most of her menace threatening the 'gods' last time? Either way, her eyes still sweep over the royal guards in the room. She expected most of them were loyal to the king, would attack at his command, so they'd have to be quicker and deadlier if the order was given. They were all tired, sore and worn down, but the Mandalorians and their allies would have to put up one more fight should it come to that.

They all knew this wouldn't go over well. Ayeeou certainly did, anyway. She didn't have to be a great judge of character, to sense that this king would not take being supplanted easily. And while she might be new to the blaster thing, she watches the guards around them carefully and has her hand on the grip of hers. Just in case. It's been a rough few days.

As for Jarret, he speaks - in support, no surprise, of his unit's chosen gambit. "We have seen firsthand the results of your rule," the Mandalorian states. "A ruler of a world does not seek the benefit of only a part of it. Your wealth must be redistributed, your rule replaced with one more stable and equitable. You can do this and live in comfort, or you can be condemned. We stand with the opposition in this, and our reputation is clear. Will you brave us, or will you see sense?”

Zan doesn't speak, even now. She doesn't have to - it's all been said far better than perhaps her words would be. She has a hand on her teeny blaster, and is ready to shoot if need be. She does give the Princess a nod and a hopefully reassuring look. At least that's the intent. Hang in there, we're all in this together at any rate. After a moment though, she mumbles low under her breath. "If I survive this, remind me next time Vraag has a good idea that this sort of thing happens, okay, Yee?”

"And- and we're gonna collect our fee, I don't really give two shits about the redistribution bit," Hopp pitches in there, thumb in his utility belt and the other hand on his pistol handle, strutting around like a skeleton in armor, his wrinkly face squinting up towards the dais as he practically spits his rambling speech out. "But our fee, we're taking that, okay, and we want it in credits, not your blood diamonds. Diamonds are a shit substance anyway, it's just- it's just compressed carbon, alright, there's- there's nothing special about them, I can make them in a lab like your mom baked biscuits, okay. So let's cut the shit and get this over with, or that lady with the ax is gonna go just absolutely berserk all up in here.”

"Well, if I'm not -" Papo chuckles at Tig, her eyes on the scene. "-it's a little late to turn around for a bacta patch." She tilts her gaze over at the smaller woman to offer a cheeky wink before she drops her spent cigarette to the floor. Its corpse is ground down by the toe of her boot. The Guard continue to speak their pieces in condemning the king, and the medic's arms cross across her chest. "This is why we need a sniper." She glances over at Tig's bow. "What's the range like on that thing, anyway?" Focus, girl, focus. At Hopp's urging, Papo speaks up, tracing a thumb over her blade. "In diplomacy, we simply call it an 'execution', your majesty." She attests, helpfully.

"FINALLY! Someone said it! They're just glorified rocks!" Siha will state with her hands flying up into the air, shaking a few times, "Seriously! What a stupid ascribed status for a ROCK! Who does that?! Subjugating people for ROCKS!" Yeah, Siha hates that stuff. Hates, "So definitely, bloody credits, not bloody rocks. Can we get this done? And Vraag, seriously - you need to get me armor and a better weapon if I'm doing more than piloting for you. Because I am pretty sure a few more days and I'm dead." Says the greyish woman who is still really hurt and in need of real medical care.

The King listens to the words from the princess as well as all of the Ebon Guard members that decide to pipe up. His mouth is a thin line on his chubby face, and rather than respond verbally he snaps his fingers and all around the room blasters and blades are drawn by the Royal Guard. The king's advisors quickly run or the door and slide out into the hallway, rather than stay in what is surely about to be a high stakes standoff. "You stupid.... foolish.... idiotic.... ASSHOLES!" the king yells down at the Ebon Guard from on high.

As the blasters begin to go up around the room, Vraag pulls the nightstick from his hip and presses the button that allows the collapsed limbs to spring out, the whipcord drawstring shooting across with a puff of some form of compressed air and snapping into place with a magnetic snap. He does not move to attack straight away, but the weapon is held in a ready position as he steps more directly in front of the princess.

Behind him, the princess lets out a strangled cry as she realizes that talk is futile. "Father, please. It does not have to be this way! Please just step down from the throne! I will have mercy on you!" The tiny king stands up on his diamond throne in outrage and points down at the princess over Vraag's shoulder before screaming, "I DON'T NEED YOUR MERCY!”

"Stupid old fool." Barq says quietly in his helmet as the guards start to raise their weapons. he steps back to stay with the princess as a human shield. he lifts his blaster from his side and sends a bolt of energy screaming toward one of the guards at the side of the room. "Stay behind me princess!”

"Well, if I'm not -" Papo chuckles at Tig, her eyes on the scene. "-it's a little late to turn around for a bacta patch." She tilts her gaze over at the smaller woman to offer a cheeky wink before she drops her spent cigarette to the floor. Its corpse is ground down by the toe of her boot. The Guard continue to speak their pieces in condemning the king, and the medic's arms cross across her chest. "This is why we need a sniper." She glances over at Tig's bow. "What's the range like on that thing, anyway?" Focus, girl, focus. At Hopp's urging, Papo speaks up, tracing a thumb over her blade. "In diplomacy, we simply call it an 'execution', your majesty." She attests, helpfully. Aaaaaaand there they go. "Execution it is." She smirks to Tig, replacing her helmet on her head and pulling her ax free as shots start to fly at the guards. Casually, she turns her smirk at Bark. "No need to call me princess." She chuckles at her own terrible joke. This'll be fun.

"Mmkay then," Tig Follox says casually as her bow extends and she notches a bolt into it. The Ebon Guard armored woman braces herself, aiming at the King's head. "Just take it easy, ya old lady," she warns Papo as she keeps her eye on her target. "Civvies are in the back, right?" The archer asks with just an edge of concern.. "Let's take out some of his cronies. Maybe that'll change his stupid little mind?" Tig's aim snaps to one of the blaster toting guards and she lets the bolt fly. It misses, winging off one of the pillars in the room. "Fuck," she grunts and notches another.

"Then you will have none." And with this does he let fly, drilling the king full center as he moves for cover, knowing that he will immediately draw fire as an attempted regicide. The other shot goes wide, scattering across the surface of the diamond throne, spalling glittering carbon shards.

And so the shooting starts, Narsai's blaster comes up and she opens fire, sweeping her blaster left to right over three of the armed guards. The first? He ducks for cover. The other two? They're not so lucky as blaster bolts catch the second in the head, dropping him dead in an instant and the third in the chest, sending him sprawling. She's already moving, covering the princess as best as her small frame can.

When the other blasters go up, Yee remembers to draw hers as well. Perhaps a more experienced person would have already had it out, but she's about as far from an experienced person as one gets. She doesn't really look sure where to be, so she stays near the princess. They're less likely to shoot in her direction even if she's defying her father, right? Maybe?

Oh bantha poodoo! He didn't choose door A. Zan cringes a bit, ducking, but as she does so, she draws her blaster, hand shaking a bit. Not fast, not even, but she draws, getting ready to help defend that princess. She and Yee definitely got an education on this trip, and that's sure. "Here we go," she murmurs, trying to steady her own nerves.

Hopp Nooram, the mad, anti-diamond scientist with the crazy hair and angry eyes, whips his blaster from its holster with alarming speed and starts firing with reckless aplomb, spitting out a pair of blasts in rapid succession with only the barest hint of an attempt to aim. Instead of shutting up or offering scathing banter, he stands there in the same place, waving his blaster around, and yelling in his raspy, grating voice, "Kill 'em! Kill 'em all, they crossed the Ebon Guard! Get up there, Papo, go! Go, you know, go cut their limbs off! And bring me their brain stems, I'm low on stem cells!”

Siha Archer is ...gonna shoot with people! Because if she's learned anything, it's that shooting doesn't lead to certain death, right?! Siha, who already had her gun out from earlier, blinks as the King loses his god damned mind, and internally winces, as do all her already bruised and damaged organs. Okay, if this is how she's gonna go. Her pea-shooter is raised and she begins to shoot.

The King lets out a squeak as he is hit and falls from the throne with Jarret's hit. He topples backwards and falls to his back on the floor with a pained squeak, crying out, "Kill them all! Kill them all!" He doesn't even cry out for the guards to spare his daughter as blaster and bow fire fills the room with smoke. The Royal Guards step forward quickly raising their weapons and returning fire with a salvo of their own. Three of them land hits, one on poor Zandra, one on Papo, and one on Vraag. The Captain of the guard draws a sword and rushes forward wildly to engage Narsai.

As the blaster fire starts, Vraag steps directly in front of the princess, catching a blaster shot that was meant for her and grunting in pain as the heat burns him through the plates of his armor. If anyone is familiar with basketball techniques, what Vraag is doing would be a textbook box out as he backs his big ass directly into the princess and begins herding her toward one of the pillars. He snaps off a shot with his own bow as he moves, but it is clear his main priority is getting the princess behind cover.

The slicer follows Vraags movement with the princess. "Papo y'know I love ya but I'm referring to the actual princess in this instance." he scans the room and spots out some of the heavier armed guards. He lifts his streamlined blaster and squeezes the trigger to hit the man hard in his chest. "Just keep the future ruler safe and we should be okay here.”

"Yes, dear." Her voice is tinny and modified by the communications from her helmet, but the 'kissy' face that Papo makes at Bark is clearly audible. Unfortunately, as much fun as she may have once the danger starts, she is not a small woman, and the downside to going the melee route, well... "Kriffing banthatitties that stings!" She roars, taking the shot to her shoulder out on the nearest clump of guards. She drops low, swinging out at a mousy looking one as he raises his blaster - he loses his footing. Literally. Both legs gone and he's bleeding out, screaming. She has the decency to kick him in the temple and silence his cries.

The doctor is in, bitches. Well, /a/ doctor - the one with the alcohol and anger issues; please re-direct all medical injuries to the level-headed one in the back. "Who are you calling old?!" She demands of Tig, wherever the little firespit went.

Tig Follox growls to herself, not entirely paying much attention to the chatter. "Papo, dammit!" Her bolt flies, nailing one of the guards in the hip. "You are old!" she retorts, repositioning herself to cover Papo better. "Vraag! Our meathead medic is getting herself killed again.”

Since only so many people can cover the princess without tripping over each other or becoming an easier target. Blasting another foe down, Narsai is keenly aware of how little she has left in her power pack, but she didn't have any reloads on her. Best she make her shots count...even so, the blaster bolts of the E-11 weren't always known for being reliably pinpoint.

It's possible that Ayeeou is amazed she hasn't been shot yet. Rather than dwell on that though, she just picks the one to fire at that fired at her. Not that she fires at him well, of course. On the other hand, she's not actually that far off of hitting someone. Progress, right? She's aware that they have wounded... again, but better to try to help stop the shooting before she tries to patch wounded.

From behind his position, Jarret blasts away, red bolts sailing amid the guards, slamming into the wall behind them.

Zan takes a breath as blaster bolts start firing here, there and everywhere. Right then, she takes aim and tries to fire, but - the blaster has no ammo in it. "Kriff," she mutters, and fiddles to find that battery pack, to reload. Which of course is right when a bolt slams across her right arm, and she yelps, almost dropping both blaster and pack, fumbling to actually get it reloaded as she sinks to the ground. At least she's an even smaller target now?

"YES!" Hopp crows with vicarious triumph as Papo takes the legs off of one of the guards, beady old eyes going wide with ecstatic shock. "Oh shit, Papo, you cut his damn legs off! Did you see it, Siha, she- she took his /legs off,/ she's getting limbs for me! Keep up the good work, kid!" In his joy, the old fogey squeezes off a careless double-shot at the captain of the guard, while a bolt zips by so close it sizzles off a few of his wild grey hairs. "Come on, you sons of scoliotic whores! It'll take more than that to kill Hopp Nooram!”

The King is currently cowering behind his diamond throne, a hold out blaster clutched between his little hands. He doesn't try to peer around the throne to take a shot at anyone, and if anyone could see him, it would look almost like he is sitting there praying. His blaster is turned vertically, his hands and the top of the barrel resting against his forehead and his eyes squeezed tightly closed. He can hear the cries of pain from either sides' forces as blaster fire connects and blood stains the cold flagstones scarlet, especially from where Papo had just cleaved the legs from that poor poor man, his stumps spraying blood out in liberal amounts and making it a slip hazard. The Captain of the Guard charges Narsai with a wild yell, his gleaming silver blade swinging across inches from her face. Barquo catches a shot in the abdomen that had been meant for the princess, the heat of the blaster fire slipping between the plates of his armor, while Tig takes a shot right to the hip.

With the princess behind the pillar, Vraag sees the Captain take a swing at Narsai, and he drops his bow to the ground, running forward and reaching for the katana strapped to his back. He draws it free of its sheath and in that same swinging motion slices the man's head free of his shoulder, his momentum carrying him forward with enough force that his shoulder knocks the corpse over. Unfortunately this leaves him standing in the open, and one of the Royal Guard shoots him right in the back, driving him to a knee.

The slicer lets out a bark of pain as a blaster bolt rattles around inside his armor. "Son of...!" he growls at the guard who just shot him and lifts up his blaster and puts the nerfherder out of his misery "Take that you son of a hutt.”

Legs for the harvest. "No, I'm getting /him/ killed!" Papo retorts to Tig's retort, kicking a disembodied leg out of her way and wincing as the muscles in her shoulder seize beneath her armor. "Like the /spry/ -" she ducks out of the way of incoming fire and grunts as she leans down to scoop up the other leg, still bleeding and twitching a little bit. "-/youth/ that I am!" With that, she heaves it for all she's worth. Her aim is, of course, the king behind his throne and she somehow manages to get the arc just right for it to slam him, scaring him out from behind his throne and out into the open. "You young whippersnapper." She finishes with a growl as the leg falls to the floor with a wet, sickening 'slop'. "You'll have to get the stem cells yourself." She admonishes Hopp before shooting Tig a /look/ across the battlefield and pointing at the aged scientist with her uninjured, leg throwing, ax swinging arm. "/HES/ old!" Clearly, her priorities are in order - something she realizes amid the puddle of her last kill: Tig, Bark, Vraag - they're all getting pumped full of holes that need be attended to. Is anyone gonna die right now?!" She's a field medic - barely a 'real' doctor like Yee - but she rushes toward the back where the injured civilians and some of the wounded team are. She swings as she goes, but it's a slippery bugger that draws her ire and she escapes unscathed. There is blood on her boots and she's sliding, leaving uneven prints across the nice, clean floor.

"Don't get cocky, old man," Tig chastises Hopp. "Old age has a damn lock on your ass." She reaches back into her bolt canister. "I'm out!" "Yee. Get ready to recieve some serious shit here. Papo looks like she's trying to be Hopp to the grave over here." She she scoots forward around a pillar, one of the King's men seems to guess her motion and blasts her in the hip as she ducks around. "Grrch! Shit." the Mando grunts where the well aimed shot hits between her armor. She pulls herself behind the pillar and sinks to the ground, holding her side.

"Faaantastic," Tig murmurs, checking her armored hand for blood as she peels it away from the hit. She attempts to reach back into her canister helplessly. "Vraag? Make sure my cloak goes to a good home, yeah? The black one." And then the Mandalorian woman heaves herself up and charges for the king with her bare friggin' hands.

Narsai was weaving, dodging and blasting. She'd been blasting away at her foes, ducking blades and generally trying not to die. She sidesteps a swip, just in time to see Vraag dive in for the kill and promptly get shot. A noise of frustration, she raises her blaster and fires back at the shooter. "Don't get yourself killed being an idiot. Others need need saving more than me." Not quite a thank you is it? "I don't need that guilt." Dropping the merc, their enemies are now dwindled to 1.

Apparently, Yee has come to understand that she has no business trying to shoot anyone here. Instead, the blaster goes away and she instead looks to see who is wounded. She looks first towards Tig, but the crazywoman is charging the bad guy. That makes wound tending harder. Instead, she slides over towards Vraag, since he just got shot in the back. Naturally, she tries to present as small a target as possible.

While Tig charges the wounded king, Jarret provides cover - and sighting in the man who tries even now to shoot his regent's assailant, he does so in the most helpful method possible. As he charges Tig, Jarret fires twice, and both blasts strike the man in the upper chest such that a watermelon-sized hole is burned through his body, lifting him up and throwing him back a foot before he falls messily at the dais of the throne he sought to defend. Well, that's what loyalty to the wrong fellow gets you - a sticky, sticky end.

Zan lets her breath hiss out, and tries again to fire at the only target she can see - the dang crazy king. She's mad mostly that she got shot, and that it came to this, and why is everyone on this forsaken cheeseball crazy anyway? "I cannot believe I'm doing this," she mutters, as she lets her shot go. It zings into the ceiling somewhere, completely harmlessly. It might be noted for anyone who was looking that Zan shot that with her left hand, not her right.

In a pool of blood spilt by the good doctor, Papo, Hopp slips and slides in the blood but keeps his footing, managing himself well for an old man, although he does glower back at her when she describes him as such. "You bet your bunions, Papo," the fogey growls, traipsing forward through the slick of red and falling to his knees next to the nearest corpse, producing one of the distinctive curved knives the Mandalorians favor and chopping into the corpse. It takes a few swings, to get through the spine and esophagus, but he rises, triumphant, with a dripping head in his off-hand. "I would have rather had the crazy girl-god, but, you know, this- this works for me. Get his, too, though, maybe- maybe he's got the crazy too, I wanna see what his brain looks like, Vraag, I wanna see the twists and turns and the fucked-up little neurons, Vraag, I want to- want to divide it into hemispheres and separate the medulla from the oblongata, Vraag! Someone get me his head!”

Siha Archer is still trying her best to hit /something/, but ..pea shooter, and it's just. It's not working. She shoots twice, and both shots go nowhere but up, lodging into the ceiling and really doing no good to anyone. She coughs a few times, internal damage totes the reason why she can't shoot anything, right?! Hugging herself with her right arm she'll try and move to lean against a wall so she can be more steady next time.

The King squeals in shock as the severed leg smacks him and knocks him from behind the throne. He looks wildly around and spots his last guard falling to the ground as Jarret blows a hole in his chest, and immediately the King tosses his blaster aside and begins to chatter wildly, "Please! No, I give up, okay! Mercy! Mercy? Please, I will step down from the throne, I promise. Please! Daughter! Daughter, don't let them kill me!" He moves forward, onto his knees as Tig stomps toward him, holding his hands up in front of him for mercy.

Vraag grunts as Narsai admonishes him for saving her, shaking his head and muttering, "Like brother, like sister, eh?" He stays down on a knee as Ayeeou moves up and begins to treat his wounds, propping his elbow on the lifted knee and watching Tig, occasionally turning his head to peer at the Princess, apparently going to leave it up to his team.

Barquo takes a deep breath and holsters his DE-10. He looks around at the people around and then shakes his head "There wasn't a need for all of this death." he looks at the king "You arogant son of a sith." he spits in the direction of the king and then looks at the princess and says "Be better... just remember that... just be better.”

Tig Follox doesn't waste time. She grabs him by his neck and lifts the small man easily, pinning him against the decorative wall of his lavish throne room. She holds him here, breathing raggedly, and ripping her helmet off with her free hand to stare him in the face. "Slaver scum" she spits. Whether it's one hundred percent accurate or not doesn't matter anymore because Tig rears her fist back and punches the king so hard in the face that it crunches. Audibly. The king falls from her grip and Tig staggers backwards, still sucking down air greedily.

Now that the fighting seems to be over, Ayeeou can stay focused on healing instead of the fear of being shot. She keeps working until Vraag is in no danger from his injuries, and then she will move on to the next person - Papo, since Tig is a little busy with the soon-to-be ex- or late king. She works quickly and efficiently, of course. It's amazing how much not fearing for one's life helps with that sort of thing.

Zan is not at all sorry to not have to fire another shot. Nope. She has her blaster in her left hand, her right hanging a bit uselessly at the moment, at the least in way too much pain to move, if not broken. Her attention goes to the princess now, expression set as Zan keeps herself from whimpering, but looking to see how much if at all that princess is looking to defend her father.

Emerging from cover, Jarret keeps his brutish brick of a pistol drawn as he crosses over to where Zan and the Princess are - his right forearm glimmers with the narrow, buckler-sized projection of a deflector shield, granting additional protection to the two as he now stands over them, daring any other courtiers to stand up.

"Ohhh, *hell* yeah," Hopp chuckles as Tig just... obliterates the king, and at the very least, shuts him up for the duration. "We can probably, you know, work around that uh, brain trauma and all, I'm not upset, Tig." Reassuring, isn't it? He tucks his pistol back in its holster, holding onto the head in his other hand by the hair. "Vraag, what do we do now? The girl's going to pay us, right? I mean, we just saved the planet here.”

Siha Archer sticks her gun away into her belt, and lets her head fall back a moment, "Is it over? Please, sweet cheese of the toes, let it be over." Siha straightens up and pushes away from the wall after Tig does her awesome destruction thing, the woman limping over nearer to the others.

There is a reflexive outcry from the Princess as Tig lifts her father and then bashes his face in. The trauma of his wound from the blaster fire coupled with Tig's smashing of his face puts him down, and given the quickly expanding blood flow, he will be dead within minutes. The princess doesn't move to her father's defense, however, and instead presses herself to her feet. It is clear that she is making a great effort not to look at the dead bodies, but given how many are laying about it is quite difficult. "Thank you.... thank you all. For saving me, and for helping our people. You have done us all a service that we can never repay you for," she says genuinely. She looks around to Hopp, however, and nods her head with a tight lipped smile, "Yes, I will make sure that you are paid. Five million credits was the deal you made with my father, and it will be yours."

The rest of the day passes in a blur for the Ebon Guard. Palace staff is brought in to dispose of the bodies, and soon enough arrangements are made to transport the people from the southern reaches up to the palace. Vraag volunteers the Ebon Guard to help, utilizing the Omen, it takes only a few hours for all of the fortress to be evacuated, and those starving people to be brought north.

While the transportation was underway, the people of the northern palace had been busy planning the wedding ceremony. Apparently there was no time to wait, given that they could not leave the small kingdom without an official ruler. A wedding was soon held, as grand of one as there can be in a palace built atop a diamond mine.

The Ebon Guard attended the wedding, clad in their armor, a silent symbol and reminder of the force that such a group can have on the course of a civilization. The team had stayed to enjoy the feast that had been prepared, and then to retire to the Omen. At first light, the huge freighter lifted off and set a course for all back to Nar Shaddaa, leaving the lonely planet adrift there in the unknown regions, hopefully on a course for the better.