Log:First Order/Resistance: Abduction! Part 1

Sabella is abducted, despite efforts to save her, and an interrogation begins

OOC Date: December 26, 2016
Location: Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Fuze (GM), Sabella Lockheart, Ambrosia Greystorm, Qadira Suuryet, First Order

Evening on Nar Shaddaa can be fun, can be crazy, and can be wet. Thanks to the rain that has fallen most of the afternoon the streets are flled with puddles, water trickles down from buildings and the like leaving many to wonder why anyone would be out right now. Sabelle is making her way on down a not so busy street looking over a part she has recently picked up as she goes. Anyone head about reading and walking? This is doing some mech-work while walking and so far she has not ran into anyone else that happens to be around her. She has on a black shirt, jeans, boots and a old armyish style jacket with different patches sew into it, and she has with her a pack filled with odds an dends and perhaps something under that jacket near her hip area. A pair of goggles rest in hand which she pauses to stuff into her pocket. The mechanic ison her own, how she tends to be when she goes on part runs now and then in places that are well, dark and dreary, one never knows what hey might find after all!

Kadi should probably not be out in the evening in this area, but the engineer, for many of the same reasons as Sabella, is out with her usual contingency of droids. The pair of droids usually keep a good enough watch on Kadi, more or less. She has a package in hand and a bounce to her step as she heads along from a shop near to where Sabella's was, moving on her way back to the Corellian starport area, so she can go home. Okay, Kadi has 2 packages, because one is full of pastries and the other - "Can you believe I found a part for that old junkheap, Lily? We might get it working again yet!"

Kath pups only think they're 'on their own' when venturing out of the den, but in reality, a watchful pair of eyes and ears are never /too/ far away. Or wouldn't be, if this particular set making her rounds hadn't stopped to argue a cab fare. "Two hundred!? That's not what the meter says."

"Meter broken."

"Broken!? Looks readable to me, pal. 187. 1.8.7."

And then it's no longer a finger pointing into the stooped woman's chest. "...fine." Wearing a snarl befitting her mood, the old Major keeps one hand aloft while the other fishes around harmlessly for the extra 13 credits before flicking them into the cab. "Maybe meter is broken." And the cab zooms away into the spattering rain, leaving Ambrosia to stalk heatedly along to her 'post' for the evening.

There are other street folk, of course. A pair of Rodians lurk in a doorway, speaking agitatedly in their own language, sounding like they're arguing. A burly unshaven male human and a near-human female with greenish-blue skin, bright red curls down to her waist, have their hands all over the other in another doorway. Get a room. A bald greasy alien with grotesquely twisted limbs is begging for credits, and an ancient droid rolls down the street in a series of arcs, having to correct every few yards; something is definitely off with the steering.

And then there are the Stormtroopers.

There have been Stormtrooper Patrols for the past few months in the Hutt and Starport districts, of course, so the sight of the white-armored figures there are nothing new. But this is the Gearhead District, hitherto unpatrolled on the ground. Today, however, a pair of TIEs fly down the concrete canyons a ways away, and a personnel speeder, mounted with rails and running boards for Troopers to hang onto the sides and deploy rapidly, slides on past the end of the street that Sabella is walking. What the hell are they doing here?

Sabella Lockheart would like to think she could perhaps go wandering around here or there on her own, normallyshe has Haulli with her but the oversized feline was deep in his tenth nap of the day so she left the beast to do her looking. Hearing a voice talk about parts she glances over catching sight of Kadi and pauses with a smile and wave sent her way. "Hey! What did you find?" This questioned with a curious tone. Well she was talking about finding parts after all and it totally peaked her interest, it also stops her from heading on don the street thanks to her curious nature. She doesn't catch sight of the Major though what does catch her attention would be the sound of something bigish seemingly traveling on the street as well. "Ah... Huh." Is said as she sqints a bit to try and see what it is.

Kadi sidesteps around a doorway where there are Rodians, leaving them to their argument. She too is probably oblivious to the Major. The sound of the TIE fighters though, has her look around with more than a little curiosity. She is distracted by Sabella's call, a smile coming to her face. "Hey, Sabella. I have an old bucket of bolts droid from way back that I found. Mostly rusted out and memory chips are all questionable, but we're rebuilding it, mostly to learn how it works. So I found an old capacitor and the wiring to go with it. I think it'll fit."

"Well, this is new," frownlined lips mutter from 'neath the sheltering hood as Ambrosia Greystorm - of Greystorm Shipping Co, totally - hurriedly melts back in with pedestrian traffic, away from the buzz of taxi hub. Green eyes narrow in the shadows, watching the patrol rumble by in the distance. She reaches into her hooded hairline and activates a tiny light that helps cut through the rain. "Alpha bitch to den leader...do you copy?" she murmurs curiously before stepping up her pace into a light jog. It's the Gearhead district. People can be in a hurry. It's Nar Shaddaa. People can be rude. Case in point - the crude couple she splatters an oily puddle onto while boot-thudding past, which brings the cloaked older woman around and beyond her young, oblivious aquaintances that were ahead. No time to stop and chitchat, though. Wait. Was that Qadira? Oh, dammit. Her steps slow, marginally, while a tiny section of her brain that foster moral obligation fights with the other 98.

Then a squad of six Troopers turn in at the end of the street in a fast march - a Lieutenant, a Sergeant, and four troopers, the officer and the NCO identified by the colored flashes on their pauldrons. They're coming at a fast march, a purposeful gait.

The amorous couple turn at Ambrosia's passing. "Hey, watch where you're going, idiot!" yells the near-human, before her outrage is silenced by her lover's lips attaching to her mouth. Maybe he's practising resuscitation? The greasy alien eyes Ambrosia's incoming form and surruptitiously pulls his blanket of credits a little closer to his form, and the lurching droid rumbles up against Kadi, stopping at the last moment with a despairing chirp. Anti-collision circuits shot, maybe. Ex-imperial piece of junk.

Sabella Lockheart watches a few moments before she looks back to Kadi as sh listens in on the conversation at hand and she looks back to Kadi and grins. "Oh that's awesome. I've thought bout fiddling around with working on fixing up a droid or two. Not that I have the time right now with the Outlaw Cat still being pretty much a mess." Well she thinks it is a mess, Triz thinks otherwise. There is another pause as she glances up hearing a yell and looks one way and then blnks at the lurching droid that comes to a stop near Kadi. "Ah.. Speaking of droids. What do they all just follow you around?" The movement of others is caught. "You know what's going on around here? Cause I'm a bit clueless right now."

Kadi sidesteps, as that droid comes right up to her. "Oh, hello," she says. Though still back to Sabella. "Well, your ship is not too bad - just needs some work. I promised Triz I would help, if you don't mind. And if you want the help. But - timing seems to not be in our favour." She pauses, and then laughs. "I have no clue - I don't usually spend too much time down here, just collecting parts and sometimes visiting Moe. Though I don't think I've seen any storm troopers here before." She turns again to the droid. "C'mon you. We should get out of the middle of the road, or else we'll get run down accidentally." Cause there's nobody who'd run Kadi down on purpose, after all.

"I repeat, this is Alpha Bitch, reporting. NOT. Good." Ambrosia stops short, glancing suspiciously back at the vagrant. "Hey!" She barks and reaches into her poncho. "I'll give you fifty to keep the hell out of their way," a pointed nod at the incoming squad. And tosses a chit at him. A quick turn around then sends her walking back /through/ Kadi and Sabella, where she pauses, back to the squad. "Hey, kids," she says a bit under her breath. A hand reaches out to land on Kadi's shoulder. "Go home."

The begging alien chitters rapidly at Ambrosia's words, snatching the chit out of the air and gathering the blanket in a sweep of his hands. And, despite his apparent infirmity, he is up and scooting along in the opposite direction to the Troopers at a fair lick. The couple are engrossed with themselves again.

The marching Troopers, at the north end of the street where Sabella and Kadi are somewhere in the middle, come abreast of the two Rodians and spread out around them, a rough semicircle where the four Troopers and the Sergeant face out, weapons held ready, while the Lieutenant speaks harshly with the taller of the two aliens. The taller Rodian barks a laugh, lifts his translator to his throat, and rasps out a reply.

And points directly at Sabella and Kadi.

The Lieutenant's helmet swings around to look, and a small object is passed from the Lieutenant to the Rodian, who makes it go away in a heartbeat. The lead Stormtrooper barks another order and the patrol spread out across the street, this time moving more slowly, sweeping up the street, gazes affixed in the direction of the two engineers, as the two Rodians slink quickly away.

Sabella Lockheart looks a bit amused and shakes her head slightly while glancing to the droid once more. "Oh I don't mind if you help us with it. Nice to have another set of eyes on it after all. I admit I do good work but I'm not above asking or getting help." She pauses as she blinks looking to Amber that is suddenly next to her. "Ah.. hey..." She doesn't say Major, good mechanic. Sabe glances up in the direction that Amber has came from. "What's up?" Is questioned but she sort of ees what the whole 'go home' bit was about as the troopers seem to be heading in their direction. She could almost swear someone was also pointing towards them. Though she is starting to back up a few steps.

Kadi is oblivious to the storm troopers now aimed in their direction. She's chatting with Sabella, and freezes as there's a hand on her shoulder, though at least she recognizes Ambrosia. "M- hey, what?" is all she manages to say, brain totally caught off guard, somewhat not at all eloquently. "I'm trying to. Just don't want to leave this poor guy here in the middle of the road," she says with some dignity. Or a good attempt at it. "I mean, he just rolled up here and I think he's broken. Hey you. Droid. What is your name, why are you here?" she asks, as that thought occurs to her.

"Leave it," The surly glare coming from the Major marks that as an order, "and run." a look of disdain is cast upon the broken droid as she folds her arms over her chest, fingers burying into generously strategic slits in the fabric. Her feet realign on the pavement, settled into the stubborn stance of one who can't be troubled to move.

The droid at Kadi's feet chirps pathetically, rocking forwards and backwards somewhat half-heartedly as lights on its exterior flicker spasmodically in the deepening dusk. And it's not even a communicating chirp; it seems to be some sort of error message.

"You there! Halt and present your identification!" booms the lead Trooper, his voice magnified and distorted through the public address system build into his officer's helmet. His right hand clutches a blaster, his left is pointing an accusatory finger at Sabella. "I said halt!" The Sergeant is muttering, most likely to a microphone on an encrypted channel. And then, from the other (south) end of the street, a TIE fighter swings in. It's low, perhaps only a hundred feet up, and moving slowly, the ion engines whining and the attitude control thrusters operating almost continuously in short bursts.

"I think we need to leave the droid Kadi..." Sabella offers while she makes a slight move to try and grab hold of Kadi's arms and tug her along as she is turning to flee. The voice echos out and she is clearly stresing now. "Dammit, run like she said!" Is sent to Kadi, she isn't about to play the 'get-to-know' you game with the Trooper's if she can avoid it and doesn't look back to see /just/ who the Trooper is pointing at. Sabe is going the other way, and tring to make sure that Kadi is going as well. The TIE fighter swnging down low does cause her to look upwards though, this is not going well at all right now.

Kids. Pfft. The Major can only hope she has the opportunity to corner Sabella with an 'inquiry' about this later. But for now, there are six unfriendlies to engage and one mean bird to avoid. As it stares them all down with its big, menacing eye. "HEY!" Ambrosia's civilian voice blurts aloud with as much hurt feelings as she can muster into the underused vocals. "PUNK KIDS! Swiped my pockets clean..." Her left hand emerges empty, also pointing accusingly after the retreating pair while the right dives deeper, patting around. "Just wanted a bloody smoke..."

And then the TIE opens fire. A single well-placed shot from the forward cannons, exploding into the street fifty yards to the south of Sabella and Kadi, further from Ambrosia. Close enough to catch Romeo in the back, pitching him into his flame-haired lover such that they fall together, the female screaming hysterically as she's pinned by the comatose form of her companion. But there's no subsequent fire from the TIE, not yet. Almost like it was simply making a statement. The Lieutenant's helmet turns towards Ambrosia and he snarls, "Deal with her, '77." One of the Troopers, a woman, peels off towards Ambrosia, her young voice querying, "M'am? Who picked your pockets? What's missing?" The remaining Troopers, following the Lieutenant's lead, break into a faster walk up the street, closing in on the First Order-Sabella-First Order sandwich.

Sabella Lockheart almost yells back that she didn't pick anyone's pocket, but the moment isuseful to try an get her some room between the Troopers after all so at least she does figure /that/ out. A faint yelp is heard at the sudden shot from the TIE flie through the street, no she does not look to see who it may have hit either. The mechanic is still running, and wait there are troopers at theother end of the street as well. Someplace to hide is now what she is looking for, perhaps an alley to duck down. So far there isn't and then there it one but it is /just/ a short ways off still. "Not my day...." Is muttered out faintly, maybe she'll be faster then the tropers...

"Oh, wait. Here's one." The Major's hand comes up with something shiny as she turns, to plunge it straight up and under the helmeted lip of susie doo-good trooper's chin. Destination: brainstem. Her hand continues fluidly past the buried hilt to sieze the back of the woman's helmet and with a quick pirouette later, has hooked the soon-to-be corpse into a marginally awkward headlock. All those expensive, Imperial lessons in dance DID pay off, she will admit. 77 now serves this citizen as an armored human shield, granting the aging rebel a little extra buffer between her skin at the lethal plasma that will no doubt start to rain from every which way...at least until she can get something more useful out of her arsenal.

"Den leader, I REPEAT. Crisis topside. ANYONE copy?" she growls into her com and wrestles 77 aside a few dragging steps to a doorway.

Trooper FJ-4277 jerks and quivers, blood bubbling down her armored breastplate from her throat as she quivers and twitches into death; there's a rank smell as amber liquid trickles down between her legs to splash into the puddles. All without notice by the other troopers, who on a curt order from the Lieutenant simply open fire on Sabella, the air shimmering as the bolts sear through the air. Two impact her, the other two splash harmlessly against the walls of the street. She might have made it to the alley if they hadn't fired.

The crippled greasy alien turns, and now a lethal bolt from the TIE fighter finds him; alien ichor and blood splatter across the pavement, gobbets of alien meat splash against the walls. It's like shooting fish in a barrel.

Sabella Lockheart does glance back there in time to catch sight of The Major moving backwards, though there is also the moment where the Troopers are opening to fire on her. "Oh hell no!" Half escapes her as one hits the wall, another catches her square in the back and then in the hip and the mechanic is going down in mid running step. She was so close to the alley of escaping, instead she is out and perhaps taking and scrape or two for her fall to the icky wet street. Everything is a bit of a blurr right now, she's trying to move but she just can't, like she is playing some scene over in her head but it is actually happening right now.

"Sorry, hon," Ambrosia whispers breathlessly into the insulated ear of 77's shell. "You're better off this way." But Ambro's boots aren't. Tucking into the shallow cover of the doorway as much as she can - Melee Gear and Repair, how fitting! - she retakes hold of the knife handle, slick though it is, and tries to use it to keep 77 more or less upright while her other arm shrugs off the poncho. It's a hasty undressing, like the kind one manages in the broom closet with a 'friend' while the boss's back is turned. She's pretty adept at it. Then, and only then can 77 hit the pavement. Her right arm reaches over her shoulder, disengaging the rifle from her back and bringing it around to bear.

"Heavy fire - 1 TIE fighter, 5 FO ground troops - target seems to be..." what's her name? "Lockheart. Alpha Bitch engaged. Requesting backup." She takes aim, and with a grim smile of determination, fires. The telltale static feed in her ear hints damn well that no one is listening. She's on her own, up here.

77 collapses onto her knees, then onto her face, her helmet falling off and rolling into the gutter, short-cropped bleached blonde hair, face-down in one of the puddles that is soon turning pink. She hasn't stopped twitching, either.

Ambrosia's bolt hits the Lieutenant square in the back and he pitches forwards into a limp tangle of dead limbs, his armor-clad form and his sidearm clattering down together to raise the alarm. The Sergeant and a Private turn, spot 77's spasming corpse, and open fire! Meanwhile a third fires at the fleeing Kadi, and the remaining two hurry up towards Sabella. The personnel carrier swings into view at the south end of the street, under the TIE, coming at a fair pace.

Sabella Lockheart isn't going anywhere it would seem, but hey she fell in a puddle and she will be rather grossed out over this later on. Well, if there is a later on at this rate. Though for right now she is breathing at least, breathing is good!

"GO back to sucking a HUTTS ASS and leave the kid alone!" the Major can be maybe heard screaming over the downpour and noise from busy TIE and incoming transport. Damndamndamndamndamn! She flattens out again, narrowing avoiding taking a shot to the face. Felt the heat off that one! True to her nature, she responds in kind with one more blast from /her/ heavy artillery.

The Sergeant goes down, his rifle skittering away; he's still alive but out of the fight so that's as good as dead, right? The other Trooper fires again at Ambrosia, followed by the female Trooper who shot at Kadi, but /her/ angle is too shallow and it's just suppressing fire from her, at the least. The two Troopers come up alongside, grab Sabella's shoulders and upper arms, and drag her roughly across the street (knees and feet trailing through the puddles) towards the oncoming personnel carrier. It swings around, the rear doors opening as another Trooper hops down. The red-headed near-human finally gets the body of her lover off her and stands, still shrieking, and is shot down by that Trooper, her body slithering down in the doorway leaving a bloody smear on the door as red as her hair.

Sabella Lockheart is dragged... In puddles! EW! An well she is at the mercy of whoever is dragging her to where the Troppers wish to take her at the moment.

Given that last bit of excuse, Kadi takes off running, her two droids with her, and she ducks into a corner, around through an alley and heads for Moe's shop, where she can hide. she hopes.

Alpha Bitch swallows back a yelp as one of the troopers returning fire strikes her square and true in the left shoulder. The scorched mark lining the union of breast and upper arm plating frames the meatier hole centered within. Gritting her teeth, Ambrosia leans back into a weird, half squat to keep her balance while shouldering the weight of the rifle with just one arm. The handicap pisses her off more than the pain, that's guaranteed. "THEYRE TAKING HER" she bellows into her com, at herself most likely.

BLAST! A miss.

The stunned Sabella is simply tossed in face first, although despite their haste they're not actually mistreating her; she's handed up and caught, laid down inside the passenger compartment of the personnel vehicle as her hands are being cuffed behind her...and then the door is swinging closed on her, the Troopers mounting up. Only one returns fire at Ambrosia, the one who got lucky (or skilled) enough to hit her a few moments ago. But the TIE is drifting towards them, just a few more moments before the angle opens up enough to give a firing solution.

Sabella Lockheart is going to wake up with a sore face none the less at some point in time. She is cuffed an all that jazz an has no idea the door is closed and she is now well in deep trouble to say the least. No worries she'll be freaking out soon enough when she does wake up.

DOUBLE DAMN!!

Ambrosia's face says it all. The weathered squint, the clenched jaw...score one for the First Order. They've won a new playmate. And she's the only one presently fit to tell about it. Unless...A knowing stare goes dead ahead to the wheeling TIE as it swoops and drifts in to backup the troopers. She's not keen on being transformed into graffiti tonight, which leaves just one option for the lone hound.

Time to take her own advice. Run.

The Major bends forward, snatches the blade free of 77's neck, and twirls on the ball of her foot to launch into a sprint for one, two, four doorways north, then a sharp left into an alley, gunning for a cross street. Maybe she can link up with the transport ahead, if only to catch a glimpse of which direction theyy go. Huff puff, huff puff old lady, it's time to haul ass!

There's one more blaster shot that misses, and then the TIE fires, the alleyway entrance that Ambrosia ducked into disintegrating into flame. If she had been five yards slower she'd have been dead. As it is, now she can't easily be followed...

The personnel carrier turns, the surviving Troopers mounting up after the First Order dead are carried equally unceremoniously onboard. And then the street is left deserted, just the corpses of the two lovers and of the greasy begging alien left for the inhabitants to deal with as they see fit.

Sabella might find herself swimming out of unconsciousness as the carrier swings round a corner. She'll be on the floor, at the boots of the seated Troopers inside, now mostly helmetless as they watch her. Their expressions are mixed; some with hatred in their eyes, others curiousity, a couple pity. Another Lieutenant, a young woman with short strawberry-blonde pigtails, says, "You Sabella Lockheart?" The corpses of the other First Order dead are piled near the doors, Blondie's face visible now, her eyes staring in different directions, the Lieutenant and the Sergeant still helmeted. No respect is being paid to them.

Sabella Lockheart hears the voice first, and is blinking slowly as she feels the world starting to come back to her. The fuzzynes at the edge of her vison still there, like she drank to much honestly and she feels abit sick on top of it. Her first sight upon being able to focus is the dead Trooper, Blondie and she scrambles as best she can and is pressed back against some of the boots around her. "What the hell?!" Is what escapes her first, no answer to the question given to her.

Gloved hands seized her, stop her from retreating any further. The Lieutenant, standing, holding a grab rail above her head with one hand but examining a datapad held in the other, doesn't smile. "I said, are you Sabella Lockheart?" She looks back down at Sabella. "I can have my men stun you again if you prefer, Resistance bitch," she snarls.

Sabella Lockheart struggles against those hands, pulling back on them as best she can before she looks up to the talking Trooper. She is left blinking and looking well somewhat stunned at those words. "I have no idea what your going on about. Let me the hell outa this tin death box." She is so not saying that is her name just yet it would seem.

"Nah, she's not Lockheart," growls a grizzled old Trooper with a scar across one eye. "Just ice her." "Shut up, 8334," the Lieutenant snaps, giving him an irritated glance. "You're Sabella Lockheart and you're wanted by the First Order. Cooperate, and once we're done with you you'll be released without harm. Fail to cooperate, and I'll let FM-8334 here deal with you. /With/ harm," she says pointedly, and '34 grins nastily.

Sabella Lockheart gaze flicks towards the one that talking about killing her and she swallows slightly before she glances back towards the Lieutenant. "Your lying.. You won't let me go either way." She isn't dumb, she has seen when the FO has done to people on the street after all. "Just what the hell am I wanted for?" As for dear 34 he won't even get another glance from her.

"If we wanted you dead, honey, you'd be dead like your friends back there are." There are a few smirks from the other Stormtroopers. "You'll be kept alive until....some VIPs arrive from off-planet." The carrier swings around another corner, the sounds (and stench) indicating they're in the Hutt district by now, even though there's no visibility out the window. "They want to talk to you."

"You all have a hard time hitting a wall. Expect for innocent people that you all fire on at point blank range." Sabella mutters out faintly after the bit on her friends being dead. The Major can't realy be dead, she won't believe that. The smell gives her the best idea of where they happen to be. "Why do that want to talk to me? I'm a Mechanic, I work on busted ships."

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