Log:Fear and Lothing On Nal Hutta
Fear and Lothing On Nal Hutta
OOC Date: January 18 2022
Location: Nal Hutta
Participants: Trip, Zevin Daodhri, Amallia Madine, Fyrris
Summary
RP Rating: R (Violence, Language, Suggestive Themes)
Following an unpleasant conversation and a fine display of Amallia Madine's (horrible) conversation skills, the Heliost Crew descends to a remote Loth-Kitten Fur Harvesting plant to dispense some indiscriminate Animal Smacktivism. Everything seems to be going perfectly to plan until, YIKES, a massive genetically altered Mama Loth Cat was let out of her cage -AND- the Dug that Mollie promised to turn into a lampshade (see: horrible conversation skills) decided he wasn't so unmoisturized after all! It's wild! It's zany! It's a karking cliffhanger!
Log
[ Amallia Madine (Mollie) | 20:11:53 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
It's important to remember that these people kill kittens.
Okay!
KRRRRZRRAAAAAAAAK!!!
"I'M PRETTY SURE THEY KNOW WE'RE HERE," Amallia Madine yells out into the cockpit. The massive, spacefaring boat that is the VCX-100 plunges through the clouds above the swamp planet of Nal Hutta, displacing them as if it were rising from the water. Their descent is not a smoothe one, hard angles taken and evasive maneuvers performed that even internal dampeners cannot hope to keep up with.
Green plasma screams past the ship's hull as meaty orbital cannons train on the Heliost, but the evasive maneuvers prove too great. They whizz harmlessly past the the ship as front-fixed mount cannons fire in rapid succession, rendering the station's entire perimeter defenses inoperational.
Phia, Fyrris, and Mollie are in the cockpit, while Trip and Zevin are waiting in the cargo bay. Praying in the cargo bay. Something like that. A datachip in the dashboard sparks and sputters, dialing up the Kitten Mill's holophones and scrambling their signal. "Ahaha! It worked!"
<<"No droid interference in the factory, boyos! Just a dozen or so nerf-herders beggin' to get their teeth kicked in!">> Mollie says over the comms. The Heliost is on approach to the front door, where the bulk of the factory's defenses rush to take up defensive positions. Unfortunately for them, they find the Heliost var more maneuverable than it looks. Repulsorlifts whine and the ship swivels just in front of that door, above the group of soldiers who, from this angle, can't quite get a shot up and into the cargo bay where Trip and Zevin are ready to jump down.
Oh, and it's the perfect height for a Hero Landing.
[ Trip (Tri) | 20:21:55 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
The repulsor lifts of the vessel are super-heated, meaning the moisture that's displaced by the sudden appearance of the VCX-100 is transformed from liquid to vapor, making the cargo ramp of the vessel hazy at best. What's also lost is the sound of the Lagomorph's scream as it leaps from the height of the vessel and bursts THROUGH the vapor haze to land upon the chest of one very surprised front-door guard. "..aaaaaaaaaaAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
Normally, the Kushiban was laughable in size and weight, but this small 'warrior', as Zevin had put it, was enhanced by wearing a heavy suit of power-armor custom fit for his small size. So when this man was hit, it was not a meager thirty pounds, sixty pounds of dead weight forced him to the ground in a resounding THUUUUUMP.
Trip draws his weapon of choice, impaling the organic upon it a series of times, concluding with a killing stroke that saw the serrated edge weapon glide across a particularly sensitive and exposed portion of their body. Trip bounces off them, darting to the next foe, resorting to four legs with his tail wrapped about the hilt of his sword.
"..AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
[ Zevin Daodhri (Zev) | 20:28:13 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Slower than the screaming death rabbit, but heavier, Zevin jumps off the ramp. <"We're clear!"> comes over the comms. Flame shoots from the nozzles of his jetpack, angled more to the rear, to propel him forward even as it reduces the impact of his boots on the ground to almost nothing.
What /they/ see is faceless, armored foe, wreathed in fire, emerging from the mist and pulling a preposterous handcannon from its holster, and empty three rounds towards gate security. Two miss. The one that hits causes an explosion of flesh and blood out the back of the guard onto the other guards right behind them.
[ Amallia Madine (Mollie) | 20:29:20 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
<<"Stay safe!">>
With the front door being assaulted by the most intimidating combination of Rabbit and Man, the Heliost engages its repulsorlifts and twists towards the compound. The ship groans and whines in protests at the maneuvers it's being forced to endure, but it complies. Mollie pilots the ship towards the rear landing pad of the compound and sets the ship down, nice and smooth. The hangar bay opens once again, its landing ramp extending downwards, allowing Mollie, Fyrris, and Phia to exit.
Prior intel confirmed that this back space is where all of the to-be-coat fodder is kept, mewling and crying helplessly from within their little cages. Sad. Each of the cages appears to be electronically sealed, rather than mechanically. Wires feed to each cage and connect to a rather obvious Main Computer at the center of the room. Various Boxes and Crates scatter about as well. Kitty food and litter containers that would make excellent cover to hide behind. The back of the room is dark and impossible to see through, but a thick, black cable connects from that main computer to something that lurks in the shadows.
"Mewwww! Mewwwww!" the little kitties say. Listen to them!!! We have to save them!
[ Fyrris (Fyr) | 20:36:46 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Strapped into one of the seats, pulling another strap on him, and then looking for more, Fyrris was all dolled up in field armor that he was bought for a laugh by someone now long gone into the galaxy. All four hands are cluthing -anything- and his pupiless amber eyes wide - the Codru is white knuckled all the way.
"Sir, are you alright?" the C4 class Butler Droid inquires, leaning in while one arm is up and gripping a stanchion to remain stable, "Yes. Fine; you know I hope Mercenary Chic makes a comeback, this is terribly comfortable." He doesn't look comfortable, he looks ready to crawl out of his skin or wake up to find out he has the most intricate sleep paralysis demons this side of the core. Relaxing as they even out in flight, then land, and then he's back on the ground. Nostrils twitching and ears perking while he goes, "Caddie." "Yes sir?" "You brought my... ah. Piece?" "Of course, sir." the small, chunky, blaster placed in one extended hand, head turning to follow the locking mechanisms with pursed lips as his gaze takes in the wiring and then something else further back.
"You're my favorite." "I thought you said Amphia was." "SHHH!" giving the droid THE LOOK, "That's super -not- true." "Of course sir, my apologies sir. I am his favorite, no one else." the half-dome head of the butler droid turning to survey the others in it's most 'I'm the favorite' expression. Despite lacking facial features. "Folks I think the cage locks are connected to something big and nasty locked up in back..." head tilting to one side, hearing capable of reaching into the super sonics paying off in the genetic lottery, "Someone coming too." looking down at his gun. Poo.
[ Amallia Madine (Mollie) | 20:43:30 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Mollie Madine follows behind Fyrris and the butler droid as they approach the rear of the factory. The symphony of mewls makes Mollie's heart melt. Even though the cages aren't locked through lock and key, Mollie is able to slip her fingertips between the grates of one and slide its latching mechanism open. Little tumbly furballs come rolling helplessly out and plop-plop-plop into Mollie's lap. She almost cries.
Fyrris' indication of the computer make Mollie's eyes turn up towards the ceiling to sweep around the room. She notes that central command computer and clicks her tongue against her mouth.
"Can you, I dunno. Open 'em? It's gonna take me forever to do it all m'se--."
"And I'm tellin ya, I'm tellin' ya nobody pays you enough to deal with that. Did you see the size of that guy's gun? The -rabbit-? Yeah, nope, no dental coverage in the world's worth a credit chit when yer teeth end up all over the--"
Mollie's eyes lock with their eyes and she points her gun directly at them.
The men's hands shoot up into the air!
"Don't shoot!"
"Then drop the guns!" Mollie fires back.
[ Amallia Madine (Mollie) | 20:45:27 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
At the front, it's complete chaos. One guard is turned to ribbons by Trip, and the other is turned to mist by Zevin's Enforcer. And that's with just one bullet impacting. The eight remaining guards are a mixture of stunned, terrified, and absolutely helpless. While most of them are too afraid to even fight, a few of the more cheeky ones decide to attack. One rushes Trip and winds up a kick, attempting to punt him towards the rails of the bridge the melee takes place on. Two others draw their blasters and fire towards Zevin!
[ Zevin Daodhri (Zev) | 21:02:43 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Two of them shoot at Zevin, but he can see their aim as they pull the trigger. He's power-sliding down as the shots go off, his jet pack giving him enough momentum to come out of the slide at a dash as two red blaster bolts sail past him. He comes up with a two-hand grip on the revolver.
<"Really?"> His protest over the comms against the guard who was trying to kick the too-fast-for-him Lagomorph goes unanswered. He drives an elbow into the offending guard's side, where there's none of that light body armor, and pulls the trigger with the barrel right up against the man. The splatter from the wound out off of the bridge is followed shortly by the guard himself, as the Mandalorian shoves him.
There's a splash from the swampy water below.
Still moving with practiced precision, it's a dance as he sends one shot into the hip of one of the guards with the guts to have fired at him, and then another shot right into the chest of the other. The company sign at the front is painted red, and the glass of the entrace has the silhouette of one of the rearmost guards.
[ Fyrris (Fyr) | 21:10:01 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "I can try, it's a bad idea. I'm not computer savvy." looking to the droid who tilts its head back as if rolling its eyes. But it says nothing, just lifts an arm to extend a probe, spinning it testing. Then there are people coming in, Mollie has a gun drawn and Fyrris has his held out, "Caddie?" "Yes?" "Caddie!" "I'm right here sir!" the Butler droid next to Fyrris managing to sound harried while resting its hands on its hips. "Set my gun to Intimidating." "What?" The droid's head jerking back slightly and then staring at the four armed man. If the droid only had a jaw to drop or a face to look incredulous. "What do you mean-" "Set. It. To. Intimidating." "As you wish sir." the droid reaches over and casually flicks a toggle on the pistol. "Intimidating mode engaged."
Fyrris points the blocky gun at the trio now, "Yeah! See! Throw 'em down and you'll be fine. You'll be extra fine if you can assist us with the whole mechanism thing here, because it's terribly dangerous looking - especially with the Cage in The Dark" he actually pauses to say under his breath "Trademark" before continuing on unabated,
"See this is a situation of some particular urgency, these are a rare form of feline and if they were to be destroyed there's a kushiban and a helmet guy out front who have particular affinity for the little creatures," even if one of them needs the armor or risk horrible loth death at the jaws of loth cats, "And if they knew you were going to help facilitate in their destruction I can assure you that the deaths you've undoubtedly witnessed before coming back here were very sweet and gentle compared to the true rage of Helmet Guy and Captain Tripp, the Gut Ripper - terror of the Rishi seas and master of the Maw Cluster." another sage nod.
"So how about you just... you know, open up the cages." he shakes his gun, "Or I'll also be upset and show you Intimidate Mode!"
[ Amallia Madine (Mollie) | 21:23:41 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
"LEKKUFAN SIXTYNINE is the Password!" one of the guards blurts to Fyrris. All three of them wince away from the man's weapon, set to intimidate. They are, effectively, intimidated. "Please don't shoot us! We'll drop our weapons!"
"What do you mean big one at the back?" Mollie asks, and squints towards the shadows at the far corner. "What's in there, anyway?" Mollie asks.
"Mama Loth Cat," one of the guards says.
"Oh. Well, we'll free her too," Mollie says. Her finger remains on the drigger of her Caelli-Merced Series 3, but she never squeezes it past the initial resistance. She sees those palms slide up, and every ounce of New Republic training screams in her ear. They've surrendered. She waits until all of their weapons are chunked down onto the floor before she steps out from behind the box she'd taken cover on, keeping that weapon trained while she closes the distance.
"Lekkufan sixty-nine? You're joking," Mollie says, causing the guard to shake her head. No. She is not joking.
"Hands behind your backs. Gonna be comin' with us. Got some LOTH-CAT fans who might like to meet you," Mollie says.
"Good work, Fyrris. Can you get these cages open while I escort our friends here to the Heliost?" Mollie asks, and indicates towards the computer panel. She loops three zipties around three pairs of wrists and gently urges her new friends away from that back door and towards the cargo bay of the Heliost.
<<"And just how's it coming up there? Coast is all clear back here. It went off without a -hitch-!">> Mollie declares into comms.
[ Amallia Madine (Mollie) | 21:27:32 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
<<"...just how's it... up there? ... is all clear back here! Krrshshhh... without a -hitch-!">> Mollie's voice rings through comms.
The scene at the front has taken a turn. Well, actually, it had started at the turn. The meager security force, without the aid of the droids, were outmatched, outtrained, but ironically overpaid when compared to Zevin and Trip. The man Wilhelm-screaming into the abyss below heralds a change in morale amongst their opponents. It is, perhaps, being made to witness the immediate karma of attempted animal (okay, lagomorphs are sentients, but Trip is very floofy) abuse. Or, more likely, the sight of four corpses appearing where at one time were other sentients. That'll make you think.
The four remaining guards form a defensive position and start to march backwards into the facility, which is, unfortunately for them, the only way that Zevin and Trip are going to meet back up with the crew.
[ Zevin Daodhri (Zev) | 21:35:48 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Just because they're headed straight through doesn't mean they're not going to clear the building. It's the only way to be sure.
So as the guards retreat, firing ineffectually, Zevin fires back, going straight through one guard's shoulder. Contrary to what the holos will tell you, that is a terrible place to get shot. There's all sorts of vital joint connections there, and he would probably not recover full function. Fortunately he's going to bleed out, so that doesn't really matter.
As they pass through the doors, the Mandalorian turns to point the gun at the corners, up the nearby stairs, and onwards, before firing twice more towards the retreating guards. <"Almost done. Two are headin' your way. Reckon they won't make it though, will they, Trip?"> One shot goes wide, breaking a window. Another, right through the throat of a guard. There are only two left.
<"Gimme ten, I'll catch up. Trip's got this. See you soon."> At the bottom of the ornate entryway stairs, he takes off for the skies. Or at least, the C-suite, at the top.
[ Fyrris (Fyr) | 21:38:44 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "Caddie?"
"Yes." Not even a question at this point and there's a sensation like the droid is resisting the urge to emulate a huffed breath before it stalks over to the computer terminal to enter in the codes and get the cages open. To unleash tidal waves of rolly-polly big headed puffs of cat unto the area, so that they might begin wandering around mewing and chewing on random things - in proper loth cat fashion.
"Aww, this one looks like Mr. Pibbles..." a little melancholy there, for his long lost cat.
Several are crawling up his legs and with three arms free it's an easier matter to get them scooped up in his arms - the inner lupine in recoiling. The chewy center trying not to 'awwwww' at all the fuzzles bunting at him, mewling and kneading bread on his armor with their... oddly birdlike, clawed feet.
[ Amallia Madine (Mollie) | 21:40:41 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Somewhere, in the heart of the compound, a very pissed off dug is peeling a moisturizing mask off of his face. "Ruddy... unmoisturized... -pelt-," he hisses, rolling up his four sleeves and turning towards a pressurized door behind him. Within the dark that he's standing in, white lights flicker on to reveal a massive, motorized, tank-treaded suit of power armor that glints in his eyes.
"There are more than one ways to skin a Loth Cat," he hisses.
[ Amallia Madine (Mollie) | 21:45:25 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
"Mr. Pibbles?" Mollie says, laughing a little bit as the sound of pressurized cages flick open. Hundreds of mewing baby kittens start to scramble from their cages, plonking harmlessly onto the floor and blinking their big baby eyes up at everyone and everything. Mollie nudges those three towards the back ramp of the Heliost before there is a single, loud, horrible sound. A throaty, gurgling, snarling sound that is met with bright, feline eyes that pierce through the dark.
Mollie stops and turns, and those three guards she'd been escorting -sprint- in the opposite direction with their arms still zip tied behind their back.
What steps out of the dark is a massive, snarling Loth Cat Matriarch. She is easily the size of an airbus, with rippling muscles beneath her purple fur, speckled with black. Her eyes are a brilliant green, and, fangs bared, she has her eyes trained on Fyrris and Mr. Pibbles.
"Fyrris..." Mollie says.
<<"ZEVIN, WHATEVER YOU DO, DO -NOT- BRING TRIP HERE! YOU NEED TO GRAB TRIP AND GET OUT OF HERE NOW!">>
Alas. The comms are scrambling, remember?
<<"ZEVIN, WHATEVER... BRING TRIP HERE! GRAB TRIP... GET KSHHHT HERE NOW!">>
[ Zevin Daodhri (Zev) | 21:56:37 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Zevin arrives in the loth cat containment room about the same time as Trip, both of them running. <"What's goin'- oh - my. I'll cover ya, Trip. 'll be right behind ya, so hustle."> He returns the hand cannon to its holster, extends his stun baton with a flip of a switch, and changes course to charge straight at the Loth cat matriarch at full tilt.
It's a cat - it is quick - and his first pivoting swing hits nothing, the paw retracting. He swings at another paw, and it vanishes. Finally he swings straight up towards its chin. With an audible zapping sound and the smell of burned fur, the matriarch lets out a growl that sounds a lot like a roar and bats at the Mandalorian - who falls on his back. <"Not today."> His jetpack ignites, and it's a good thing he's got pads on his butt, because it's gettin' torched before he rolls over and gets airborne once more, sailing straight for the ship.
[ Fyrris (Fyr) | 21:59:58 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Big Loth Cat. Beeeeg!
Fyrris is floored for a moment. Rooted in place. It's so big and soft looking.
Also murder-filled.
"Right." turning and running at full sprint with four arms loaded with kittens and a droid close behind holding a squirmy poofy pile itself.
"Sir shouldn't we leave them? I'm sure it would appease the mother?" "Never! Look at them! They're so fluffy I'm going to die!" legs pumping and putting distance between he and bity demise, huffing and puffing all the way. "Sir, what about Miss Madine?" "She's spry! She'll make it, or I'll remember her fondly, each year - on this day. Unless I'm busy or I forget!" so close to safety, with his bounty secured! Alas Poor Mollie - we shall remember you fondly and will... give the ship to Phia or Zevin... or someone. Probably Phia, she paid the most of the loan back. Where is Phia? "Where is Phia?" How should the droid know? "How should I know, sir?" "Sass settings are pretty high there." "Apologies, sir. Woe unto our memories for they will be tearful and fraught with woe and sadness for the loss of Polly" "Mollie" "Mollie Madine."
More kittens are picked up, like burrdocks in a late summer field. So many kittens. All his. The treasure of a thousand worlds.
[ Amallia Madine (Mollie) | 22:04:31 ]=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
The Loth Cat Matriarch's eyes turn towards Mr. Pibbles and she takes a step forward. Her head turns to the side, cocked, as she sees her kitten squirming within Fyrris' hands. Those lips lower around her incisors and a second step is taken, this time a bit more softly. Her head stoops to sniff one of the cages stuffed with kittens.
-Snoof-
Mollie's hands are up in the air, as if cats care about terms of surrender, and the Loth Cat Matriarch's eyes flick in her direction now. "Hey there, Beautiful. That's right. We're not here to hurt you, or the babie--"
-Crack-
Zevin's stun baton impacts the Loth Cat Matriarch's backside on his way through and, failing to grab Mollie, the fearless(fearful) captain is now met, face to face, with an extremely pissed off looking Loth Cat. Teeth are re-bared, an attack position assumed. Mollie Madine winces -just- as the sound of loud, gears crank to lift the room's far-sided door open. The whirring and humming of mechanics draws the Loth Cat's attention mercifully away from Mollie Madine and towards the inky dark behind the door. She must smell something, because she snarls.
CHUNK!
The lights switch on to reveal that dug and his FRESHLY moisturized pelt tucked safely within his hulking behemoth of a suit of powerarmor. There's a whine and a sinister red glow from within the rotating heavy blaster canons on either arm, and his voice projects from a speaker tucked somewhere within the armor's core.
<<"It looks as if I'll be the one making the lampshades.">>
"Ahhh, kark," says Mollie Madine.
TO BE CONTINUED!
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