Log:First Order: Unintended Consequences

First Order:Unintended Consequences

OOC Date: April 5, 2018
Location: Undercity
Participants: First Order: Kylo Ren, Lioria Thrace, Evie Leven, Dreman Bryce, Grayson Oakfell, and HX-7636

It's the seedier side of Nar Shaddaa, far removed from the gilded decadence of the Hutt district or the reasonably liveable Corellian district, and down here everything is filth and decay. The only light here comes from artificial sunlight devices bolted to the sides and undersides of the buildings that block the natural rays. A small group of dangerous individuals doesn't seem out of place here, and it's exactly that that a figure in black, tattered cowl hanging midway down his back, leads into the meeting place, an abandoned warehouse.

The back roof is caved in, a few girders peeking through both inside and out, like durasteel skewers, letting in some illumination and a persistent drip of whatever that moisture consists of, likely nothing good. The mottled chrome on his masked helmet shines dully in the dim light as the black hole of a visor glances around. "Be on your guard," his processed voice announces. All around, crates and shipping containers stand stacked in rows, towers that obscure significant portions of the open floorplan building from view. "This is the first anyone has tried to collect the bounty."

Lioria is at the back of the group with R0-LY. She's dressed in her usual visit Nar Shaddaa gear. Black jacket, white shirt and grey pants. She still has her black hood up though. "Keep your sensors up, R0." she tells him. There's a look to Kylo Ren when he speaks though and she gives a nod of her head to the man. Was it a trap? Possibly. Her vibroblade was on her side. Just in case.

In honesty, this is the side of Nar Shaddaa that Evie hasn't seen before. Mind, she didn't live a super-priviledged childhood or anything so dirtier places aren't entirely foreign to the pilot, but it wasn't the kind of place she's usually come by choice. Today was no exceptions, but there were orders, and she had a duty to attend to.

"Of course, sir." is the Kuati girl's plain response to the warning to be on guard -- she's always a little on the edge on the surface, anyways -- as her fingers drift just over the handle to her holstered blaster. Ready to draw at the first sign of trouble, but not doing so quite yet.

Bryce followed with carefully placed footfalls. Down here, usually, the dangers were in the shadows. He saw fit to make sure they were the dominant members of the ecosystem.

Gloved hands tap at a fixture on Bryce's wrist. His one exposed, unmasked eye scans the readout carefully, but he has nothing to offer or say to the others yet. He wasn't receiving anything out of the ordinary yet.

Grayson Oakfell is here because, well. You NEVER know when you might need medical support, plus Grayson has some skill in diplomacy. She has, the entire walk up to this warehouse, clasped hands over her head in a bid to try and avoid those disgusting drips from up above, when it be Ryn spit or otherwise, raining down occasionally to any who dwell here, "Very exciting, Supreme Leader." Says the woman in her heavily accented voice, shoulders raise up to her ears, the smell down here atrocious. She coo, she coo. Serious. She just finished camping. She saw an animal poo. She's seasoned now. She even has a BLASTER at her hip. That she sort of knows how to use now.

Another pilot had joined the mission last minute, his countenance generally quiet and aloof. The reflective surface of HX-7636's faceshield danced with dim lights as he looks about. Upon order he draws his SE-44c, checks the powercell, and steps closer to a nearby wall. The grip of his four fingered right hand grips firmly, finger hovering outside the trigger housing. A simple nod offers up his acknowledgement of readiness.

The atmosphere is certainly dank, and not in the meme sense, with the way the wafting draft carries the scent of mildew and decroted scum to the nose. The masked figure proceeds deeper into the warehouse, heading for the center. He steps around the stacks and towers, his posture vaguely predatory, and strides out into a wider open area where a beam of light from the broken ceiling spills onto the floor. Shadows and blind spots abound in the recesses of the warehouse, around corners and under tarps. Anything could be waiting.

Lioria's bright eyes give a look from Kylo Ren to Dreman Bryce when he appears and there's a nod to the Commander. Though she doesn't speak. Being quiet was the name of the game for the moment. One hand is resting loosely on the hilt of her blade as walks and keeps her eyes peeled. Her black and silver BB-Unit keeps track of her through the dank warehouse as she follows the group as well.

Rather suddenly, Evie's helmeted head swivels and stares in one direction... and then in another. "I don't think we're alone here, team." she reports soberly -- that, in itself? Was expected. The fact that she just barely caught a glimpse of... something? Two somethings, or maybe one really fast one? Is enough of a sign of trouble that she's going to draw her pistol to be ready.

At least in Evie's head, if this were a pure friendly here to collect a reward? They'd be coming purposefully into sight to collect the jackpot. What she saw... just isn't playing by the rules.

At Evie's warning, Bryce's eyes scan around them for a moment. With each footfall, Bryce falls a little bit off of the group, before finally his footfalls vanish, and a hungry shadow seemingly stretches to embrace him entirely. Trick of the light? Hard to say--Darkness was everywhere down here. And now, the would-be ambushed have a shadowy predator to harry anyone that would come for them. But even for the First Order, having someone vanish beside them was no comfortable venture. And always that sensation of a cold breeze from where Bryce had been...

There is a sag to Graysons shoulders as she too spots what Evie has spotted, Grayson reaching down to press her hand to the holster of her pistol, not drawing it out like Evie, because ..the reality is. She doesn't trust herself with it quite yet, "Whomever you are, come in out of the darkness, we see you." She raises her voice up with some authority, as if she were talking to a nurse mid-surgery asking for a replacement scalpel. Unless it's pig-dogs with fangs. Please don't be pig-dogs with fangs. Her dark brown eyes skirt from one area to another, to both areas she saw the things she saw with those choccie peepers. Finally she relents and draws her blaster, "I do not have the same skill with this blaster as I do with a blade, I do not want to shoot something you wish to keep." Warningly called out, her jaw clenching. Up she raises the blaster, left arm not lifting as high, which means she's aiming weiner or vag height. Watch out. She might catch an ovarie.

As the last man, HX-7636 guards six. Every few steps his head swivels back to check behind them as they move further into the dank. Each pause of Kylo Ren's search drops HX-7636 to a knee, his pistol clasped in two hands. Ready, but not fully raised. The softest murmur can be heard over his comm, giving periodic updates of their flank.

EV-11's, or at least that is what HX-7636 had made out of the pilot's designation, warning gave him pause. Head on a swivel, his comm went silent and he stayed on a knee. A good ninety percent of his attention was to the rear, depending on these allies he did not know, to watch his back.

Being so preoccupied with searching, he doesn't spot Dreman disappear. Though he does hear Grayson's warning, and he stifles a small snerk as a burst of comm static.

As Bryce vanishes into the shadows, a new figure materializes, stepping out around a shipping container and into the open area where the First Order ambassadors have gathered, an average-height Fosh flanked by two Nikto guards, their facial horns banded with red stripes. "Supreme Leader," the avian greets in a low, gravelly warble, colorful feathers shifting in the dim light. "We have the information you are so hungry for." These two emerged too quickly and too close together to be the figures sending warning bells off for Grayson and Evie.

"Good. I have your payment, assuming your tip pans out." The electronic voice crunches out into the air. "Fifty thousand. Five hundred thousand if we recover her."

"This was not what I expected," the information dealer clucks, crossing talon-like hands over his chest. "I cannot hide my... disappointment. Especially when you come here with so few, and so many /women./" Okay, the Fosh is a little sexist.

Lioria gives a look to the side when Bryce vanishes and then her bright violet eyes turn back towards the front of the group. Her eyes focus on the one that's talking to Kylo. His comment about women just makes her black lips draw back, baring white teeth. Then there's a look further behind them. "There's about a dozen thugs coming into firing position, Supreme Leader." she states to Kylo and to the others. "I'm guessing that wasn't part of the deal either." she hisses at the sexist information dealer as she draws closer.

Well, she'd seen two figures... she thinks, and there's two that surround the informant. Maybe it was them? Maybe not. Evie's posture relaxes momentarily... though she stiffens again at the Fosh's words, and either way? The pistol isn't going anywhere.

While she listens to the speech exchanged back and forth -- especially Lioria's warning -- the Kuati doesn't speak up herself... instead keeping watch for anyone, any/thing/ else that might be nearby. If an assault comes from the front, they've got to deal with the Supreme Leader. ... so she's not terribly worried about the front, and the newest pilot that she doesn't recognize has clear eyes on the rear.

...though, weren't they... /missing/ somebody? She would've sworn their number was slightly larger, but they can still dance this dance.

The shadowy form of Bryce slunk away from the group, already sensing the others that formed above them. It didn't take long for him to slip beside them, before the dark shadow came to life with an electric squeal of energy. The red saber gored through one of the men's chest quickly, unceremoniously, before Bryce pushed the body forward.

The body slunk forward, dropping to the ground at Kylo's feet beneath Bryce. Blood for the Blood God. "Renegotiations upset me," Bryce's icy vocoder issues with an angry kind of hiss.

And Bryce, the creepiest person Grayson has ever met, whips out of the shadows, scaring the beejeezus out of Grayson who will start with a half-jump, "WHY does he always be insisting on /doing those things/." Hear her voice tremble with annoyance and even more annoyance, her blaster pistol having gone off, PA-TING, TING- SCHWEEEEE - SCHAWNG - the blaster bolt going around crates and ricoheting off this and that, the woman having accidentally squeezed the trigger while aiming at one of the shadows she had seen move earlier, "Sorry, sorry. Sorry." Apologizing, her grimace firmly fixated on her features as she raises up the blaster again, this time aiming with her right hand, "I am only just in training now, it is ..not going very well, but .." A listless shrug, the VERY PRETTY woman trying to be more than just a pretty face. PEW - PTING -SWHING. Grayson ducks, hand with the blaster shooting AGAIN! ACCIDENTALLY! WHO GAVE HER A GUN. SERIOUSLY, "I AM SORRY THE TRIGGER IS VERY GENTLE!"

Audible perhaps only to those right beside him, or with ultra-keen hearing, HX-7636 begins mumbling fiercely, making no response to wether there was a man or woman beneath the pilot's suit. "Sand dune, this is Dusk 6," HX-7636 gives a pause to hear static. "Sand dune, this is Dusk 6. Respond. The reactor we went to buy is broken. I say again, the reactor we went to buy is broken. About a dozen other buyers here. Come in Sand dune... poodoo." He says as he raps firmly on the side of his helmet with two fingertips. "Comms out. They have a jammer."

The ignition of the lightsaber was a bit surprising, as of yet HX-7636 was not inured to the lethal hum. But as an initiation to a fight, it would do as well as any. Sighting down his blaster pistol, he readies to take a shot. His own shot goes wide as a blaster bolt from behind him narrowly misses his head. "Gah! Someone take that weapon from her!" HX-7636 shouts as he takes a second shot at the goon flanking them. This one hits home scorching bright hate and discontent through the mercenary's body.

For a tense moment, it appears as though negotiations might avoid breaking down, but when a lightsaber ignites in the darkness, roasting a hole in one of the mercenary thugs moving into position around the group, and the body is cast out into the light, the Fosh information dealer's eyes narrow darkly. "You thought you could destroy whole PLANETS without making enemies, and then come HERE like-" he starts to hiss, before he's cut off by the erratic squeal of Grayson's blaster, and his clawed hands fly into the air. "To hell with it! Kill them all!"

Blaster fire opens up, with Grayson being the first target, with her shots being the ones that sent the bossman over the edge.

Kylo's lightsaber flies to his hand from its clip on his belt, the blade jumping forth with a growling complaint, crossguards bursting out after, and the dark warrior advances on the Fosh, a backhanded swipe cutting down one of the bodyguards who jumps into his path while the others rain down fire on the Vanguard.

Lioria isn't scared by the sudden appearance of a lightsaber being skewered through the chest of the man she was planning on running through. She was just sad she didn't get to do it. She's not scared by either of the lightsabers. She gives a look to Bryce before she heads off at a run towards one of the thugs, drawing her vibroblade as she does. Because those guys needed to be brought down quickly. She grips the hilt of the blade and arcs the blade up, slicing one of the men open badly, but he's still up. The second swing is off and doesn't hit where she needs it.

As for Evie? Well, it's time to put that training that she'd taken with some of the other Vanguard members that came up through the Stormtrooper ranks to use. Evie wheels on a heel, moving to put herself back-to-back against Grayson. Sorry, HX, but she's got to provide partial cover to the one that can stitch them back together if the fight doesn't go their way.

Maybe. "Be the boss of the gun!" she tells Grayson, swinging her gunarm out to the side to let loose a shot at her target. "If it wants to be gentle? Sometimes you've gotta play rough!" the Kuati declares, firing off a second blast from her weapon that also strikes true... sending that mook down in a way that he's not going to get back up from.

As Bryce's first victim falls forward, the others quickly begin to try and fire on the collected First Order members. One of those shots, in fact, arcs towards Bryce's body. The force user is quick to respond, and the lightsaber twirls in Bryce's hand. It arcs upward and the blaster strikes the crimson blade before bouncing back towards the merc that fired it. The lightsaber doesn't stop, however, in its movements and Bryce's wrist guides it onto a long arc to thrust and cut towards one of the other nearby mercs, killing him.

Oh, poor sweet Evie. Grayson isn't a wild flying shootie type of woman. She'll shank you with a scalpel, sure, if you make her too mad (no, no she wouldn't. Maybe give an icy stare), but she's not the type to be the boss of something she's not familiar with. And besides, lookit her. She just got shot. It was so fast and she's clutching her abdomen, having fallen back in her crouch, arm hugged in across her belly which is thankfully cauterized. So. Win. She's knocked in back against a crate, clutching her abdomen as she lets out a small grunt. It is SO GOOD she like pre-gamed for this, so the pain, while bad, isn't like, kill me bad, so she's ..she's cool. Seeing the mayhem around them she will try and straighten up, the injury preventing her as she coughs up a little bit of blood, likely having bit her tongue. Let's hope. She's. You know. Paper thin, "Tell your people to lay down their guns, or everyone is going to die here today -" She really doesn't wanna die here today. You know. It's weird, she's got things to live for. Like ..learning how to shoot this here gun. Her words are to the INFORMATION BROKER, "You give us the information, whoever is left, and ..whatever parts they still lay claim to they can keep ..you can all go. And we go." Tremble. Oh. Actually, this wound is way worse, Grayson falling down to one knee, "You will /all die/ if you do not." ENTREATING. LOOK AT HER BIG BROWN EYES. THEY ARE SO PRETTY. LOOK AT THOSE TREMBLING CRIMSON-DRIPPED LIPS. Even bleeding, they so soft looking.

Seeing that the mad woman is being cared for, HX-7636 drops low into the shadows behind his cover. Cover becomes concealment as the black-clad pilot disappears into the dimmer recesses of the dilapidated room. Grayson's speech touched even HX-7636's heart. If he was the enemy he would have surrendered. But that was not the case.

Moments after her speach a dark shadow rises up behind the information broker, an arm extending to place the barrel of a blaster pistol to the back of the Fosh's cranium. "I would listen to her," he says through the metallic vox of his helmet. A click from the blaster starts a high pitch whine in its capacitors as if to let its owner know it was ready for the final stroke. "I am unlikely to miss you from this range," he intones in a growl.

The Vanguard troopers are outnumbered, but they don't seem to be out-gunned, with the two lightsaber-wielding Knights of Ren chopping through bodies like hot knives through bodies and the special forces pilots acquitting themselves well with their blasters. One by one their assailants are falling, but a lull in the shooting allows Grayson to make her impassioned plea, the information dealer's attention drawn her way. She is... really good looking, wow. Even a colorful sexist birdman can appreciate. While her words give him pause, the cold barrel of a blaster presses up against his skull beneath the ridiculous frill of vibrant feathers he's sporting. "Well, well, well, it seems you've got the drop on me," he warbles, beady bird-eyes turning from the doctor to the masked man. "I've got your information right here," he announces, reaching into a pocket and producing a small device. "It'll tell you where to go," he chirps, giving it a squeeze and tossing it towards Kylo with a laugh. It starts... beeping.

"Evacuate the building-" comes the Supreme Leader's processed voice before the ceiling explodes.

Lioria grips the hilt of the blade with both hands as she listens to Grayson speak. She keeps herself centered and prepared for an attack, because thugs had no honor. And her point is proven immediately when the device is tossed towards Kylo and her bright violet gaze follows it. "Get out!" she echoes the Supreme Leaders words. R0-LY gives a shrill 'WAAAAAHHHH' as he goes rolling for the exit. He wasn't dumb. But she's farther in that he is. "Bastards." she growls.

Take vengeance or follow orders. Vengeance, or orders? Then blue eyes shoot upwards at the sound of explosion and... well? It's hard to be famous if you're dead and haven't done enough awesome things yet! Evie's reaching down to grab for Grayson -- the woman took a hit earlier, afterall -- to try and help, or half-drag the doctor out along with her. "No time for napping, Commander. It's time to go!" Everyone else can take care of themselves, right?

...right?

Punctuating Grayson's diplomacy are the pair of bodies Bryce had killed. As if to make her point for her, they slump, dead, on the floor. Only when the man seems to agree to Grayson's terms does Bryce's crimson lightsaber stop its arcing about his body. It remains leveled towards who would have become his next victim, but, suddenly Bryce could sense something. The lightsaber is deactivated and Bryce dives, dropping forward off the cargo crate he stood upon to avoid the falling debris around them.

Oh bless you, Evie. Because Grayson is just in an awful state. And despite an amazing try at amending the situation, she's ..well. She's shot. And it's only because Evie grabs her and half-drags her out that Grayson is able to avoid being crushed by the falling ceiling, the woman looking stunned as YOINK, she's pulled off. Then BOOM. Graysons ears ring loudly. Annoyingly loud. Dust, debris, everything swirling around, getting into Graysons eyes which get shielded with her left forearm, the gun NOT GOING OFF THIS TIME! It's great. She can't hear anything but ..she's alive. Thank to Evie. And her extra-special attention to the poor useless doctor, "THEY BLEW UP, THEY PURPOSELY BLEW UP." Is she yelling? She feels like she's whispering. Gosh. So pretty.

Rubble rains down, and by some fortune only strikes the very person with the drop on the broker. Just as HX-7636's finger pull back on the trigger a cannonball of duracrete strikes the side of his helmet, sending him off-kilter. "Uff!" Two blasts of red pass their sinister light across falling debris before striking little and nothing.

HX-7636 doesn't collapse, but his first couple steps are stumbled before he can get himself straightened, adrenaline what he'd have to depend on for the moment. His left hand reaches out to a crate to stabilize himself, huddling close to avoid more rubble. "Well, I said I wanted more adventure in my life," he muses in slightly slurred speech. Deepest in, he starts his way out, moving towards the nearest ally as a matter of instinct rather than choice. "Out, out, OUT! *hrrrrkkz* Oh gawd..."

The warehouse ceiling, what was left of it, explodes, evidently set off by the mad Fosh information dealer. Maybe this was his plan all along, or maybe he just didn't like the way tonight played out. Chunks of duracrete and durasteel fly towards the shipping floor below, shards of transparisteel and duraplast blown out like shrapnel. A mighty groan shakes the structure to its core as more pieces begin to fall. "Get out!" Kylo repeats, the saber still blazing angrily in his gloved hand as he takes off for the entrance, quick on his feet for such a large man. There's too much rubble raining down for even a very powerful Force user to counteract it all, so speed is the best option here.

The info dealer himself, a slippery bastard, manages to avoid HX-7636's attempts to make good on his threats, and he too scampers for the shadows, but fate intervenes on the First Order's behalf as a falling girder abruptly groans to the floor, pinning him down. "Ahaha!" he chirps panickedly, letting out a shriek of pained laughter. "You'll all be crushed! You'll all be killed! Justice is-" Plurnch. The voice stops as another piece of rubble comes thudding down.

The remaining thugs have scattered, their cries of alarm evidence that they weren't exactly in on the plan, if that is what this was. A few are crushed outright by the demolition.

Lioria's droid makes it out. That's a relief. And the violet eyed woman takes a moment to see where in the hell Bryce is to make sure he's getting out. Big mistake! There's a piece of ceiling that comes crashing down and catches her in the back, the jagged metal cutting into her clothes and skin and blood blossoms under it. Definitely time to go now. The Storm Commander would be fine!

Evennia Leven is a lot of things. A mad woman in the sky. ...the same on the ground, too, if one considers her one-armed mechanical nerf riding antics that brought great shame... on the people she outlasted despite their two (or more) working arms. Strong? Not really.

...but dangit if that runt of a pilot isn't /stubborn./ Through adrenaline and sheer force of will, Evie's able to continue pulling Grayson from the building, legs working... well. Considerably faster than she's actually moving

• THUNK*

Did something hit Gray? Maybe. Maybe not. Evie's too jazzed up on adrenaline and Get The Ice Out of Tatooine to look back right now, but she's not letting go and she's going to drag... whatever's left of poor Gray out. Besides. She's probably the weakest link here. The three blade wielders would be fine. The other pilot would have no trouble navigating an exit.

...these are the lies she tells herself to cover up for the fact that she's barely managing to pull /just/ Gray along. "They'll SUCCEED if you don't run, c'mon!"

Bryce isn't as fast on his feet as he needs to be in order to dodge the falling debris. His armor helps, but, there's still damage. Dust clouds rise around the armored form of Bryce before the debris on the ground begins to shift. Suddenly, the debris flies off of Bryce's form, crashing against a nearby wall as he steps forward. If the dealer wasn't already dead, you better believe he would be short for this world.

Thunk. Plurnch. Grayson is hit in the head by a chunk of cement, just as the birb-guy is cackling out his last. With the impact Gray, who is already stumbling, sort of slide-crawls her way with Evie yanking her along like a wobbly wheeled suit-case, the doctor bleeding from her head above her right ear. Oh this is ..just the most wonderful of days.

The back of her uniform jacket is what keeps her adhered to Evie and her powerful pull, ripping at the seams a bit; not a dig on the manufacturer that the First Order has chosen, tiny children's hands no doubt with impeccable stitching, but an ode to their wonderful craftsmanship because it's what keeps Grayson alive. Ah crap. This really does mean Evie and Grayson are friends, doesn't it. Man. Gray owes Evie tea. Like for real tea. Not just promises, "TRY TO ...STEAL THEIR PANTS." ..that make sense? It ..it doesn't make sense. Grayson mean try to grab a guy to question, but ..you know. PANTS! Oh, she bleeding good.

"Hutt spit!" The pilot curses when the informant is crushed, hoping to himself that whatever data he had on him wasn't in the portion that was plurnched, which is now also a verb. He backtracks a few steps, bending to grab at the informant's body. He tugs several times, trying to free the half-smooshed bird. Concussions were a hell of a thing. Everything makes so much sense. But when the plan is put into action, it just falls apart. *Hrrnkzz* That sound again. Almost as if a thick liquid was being thrown at the internal comm in HX-7636's helmet. Instead of sparing the possible data on the corpse by getting it out of there, he takes more blows to the body. Giving up he turns, stumbles, catches himself and stops as he tries to orient himself. Roughly where he began.

The ceiling continues to collapse as the Vanguard evacuate from one end and the thugs evacuate from the other. The informant is well and truly smushed under that rubble, and despite HX-7636's best efforts, remains there, as rubble continues to fall. When Kylo makes it to the door, he turns to see the new pilot standing there in the middle, being hit by the chunks of ceiling, and his hand lashes out towards the other man, clawlike, the air tightening around him as some invisible force drags the pilot bodily from where he stands, only the toes of his boots dragging on the floor, until that grasp takes hold of the front of his flight suit and plants him down on his feet next to the door. A cold "Go!" is barked out, a hard push to the shoulder, and he's headed out into the street, leaving the building to crumble behind them. Just the roof.