Log:Great Balls of Fire

The Resistance goes out to a supplier's warehouse and gets a warm greeting.

OOC Date: November 17, 2016
Location: Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Gren Delede, Sesti Gath, Sabella Lockheart, Triz Dermout

It hasn't been very long since Gren scrambled all available pilots, or passable(hopefully?) gunners. They were told to load up in the Hounds' pair of T47s, and to follow his lead.

Now, after a somewhat convoluted route through the Undercity, they've dropped to the very depths, in tight corridors created by towering buildings, and collapsed ruins from milennia gone-by. It is so deep that even the speeder traffic has dropped to a trickle.

<<<Apologies for the downgrade in transportation, folks. But, X-wings aren't subtle....and the people that we're here to help...well, I'd prefer they don't gather that we're Resistance.>>> Gren's voice finally crackles over the radio, having spent most of the ride at radio silence, save for a few directional orders to Triz. "I know a weapons dealer down here. He deals with us...but doesn't know who -us- is." A brief pause, and Spark Leader squints into the murk....and is forced to make a quick course correction around a long-ago fallen skyway. <<<He went silent, but sent out an SOS. We're going to check out his warehouse.>>>

Sitting in the forward section of the T-47 Triz scans the readouts before her then looks out the cockpit "How you doing back there, Sabe?" She asks before clicking on the coms <<It's flying and flying is always good no matter what we are in, Boss>> she replies. Falling silent as she listens to the mission details a bit more, a nod here, brows pinch there <<Roger that>> comes the response just before Gren makes the unexpected correction which causes her to do the same. Windows flash by so close that a glance over into one she spots a small family at the table eating.

Riding back to back with Gren, Sesti can't see the skyway he dodges until it's behind them. The sudden changes and dodges gave her a bit of an issue at first, but she's adapting to them by now, and studying the controls to be sure she's able to use them if need be. She clears her throat once, but then settles in, listening to orders and the communication from the other speeder.

"How do you think I am?" Sabella questions right back to Triz with a fant mutter. She is not one for this job, why was she pulled into this again? She listens in on the mission as well and pays attention to a point befor her so not to try and look around all over the place. "Triz... You do understand that I suck at this right?... You was better off taking Data."

<<<We're not far now...just around this corn...>>> As the lead T-47 is prepared to make the sharp turn, there is a flash of blaster fire from something at what passes for 'ground level' at this depth. It isn't immediately clear where the fire is coming from...but the bolts are large, and coming fast. They streak through the murky gloom, and tear up the polluted air around Spark Leader's speeder, and impact the edifice behind him. On both pilots' HUDS, their objective is marked as dead ahead. A large half-collapsed building that seems to be partially on-fire.

<<Ground fire>> Triz says calmly over the coms and easily evades it which brings the tiny airspeeder even closer to the windows that flash by causing a a ripple effect of vibrations in their wake. <<Boss, I got a walker type thingy on that Skyway up ahead. Looks like it has some kind of anti-air batter. About three o'clock for you>>. A few switches are thrown "Sabe, target that walker thingy and shoot it, please." She has her hand full trying to keep from entering an apartment uninvited for the moment.

As the firing starts, and her displays start beeping, Sesti looks out the hood above them, twisting for a view, but the mirk is too thick, so she returns her attention to the targeting systems. "I hate relying on computers," she mutters under her breath, but she grasps the firing systems, and lets out a breath. "Trying to target the walker, sir. Should I let Sabe take first shot?"

Sabella Lockheart :eyes widen as something goes about firing at them, and then the thing is seen, well isn't that nice. As Triz swings the ship around for a shot she takes in a breath. "Hit it... Just hit it.." Is murmured faintly to herelf as she goes about setting the guns up for the hit, which she hopes will do some sort of damage here at this rate. With a wosh the walker takes the hit and is scrambling to move only to go no where fast but falling over that it.

<<<They are stealing everything...HELP!!>>> This is an unknown voice being broadcast over local channels. It doesn't sound human.The walker? Sabella's first hit had it falling from the skyway it had been traversing, and Sesti's follow-up burst left it a burning wreck as it fell. <<<Nice shooting....>>> Gren begins to congratulate his gunners...but doesn't have much time to finish his thought. The front of the warehouse that they are supposed to be checking out? It erupts in a ripple of fire, and a cluster of warheads spread through the sky, a fair number of missiles slicing toward both T47s. The targets are relatively obvious, with the flames behind them, and the large heat sources appearing on sensors.

A half-dozen or so humanoids on the ground. They've got shoulder-mounted surface-to-air missiles and they aren't afraid to use them. Delede throws his throttle forward, and yanks hard on his yoke, turning the nimble craft over, and toward the cloud of missiles. He dodges and jinks, and manages to come out of the cloud of explosions without taking a hit. His speeder is low and fast, and two triggered blasts from his laser cannons vaporize two of the missile-wielding dicks.

"Nice shooting, Sabe!" Triz calls out to her gunner. "See I knew you could do it." She keeps the nimble little craft right beside the building. As tight as things are down here she doesn't want to shoot Gren first and innocents second. Bad guys are fair game. She lines up a coule of missiles that have now erupted from the front of the building and fires her laser cannon with a two round burst. The first one at least hits making nice pretty fireball but right as the second is about to fire "Oh crap!" Triz yanks hard on the stick, the underbelly of the little craft scrapes lightly on an awning over a balcony, sending the second shot to go up, and up, and up, into the gloom. "That was not my fault! Who puts an awning like that down here anyway. Idiots." Tendrils of sweat streak down her face stinging the many tiny cuts still healing on the left side of her face.

As Gren does double duty, Sesti is also firing. Her nose wrinkles slightly as she's more used to hitting larger targets in actual space, but she focuses and two more anti-aircraft threats go up in smoke. "Huh," she grunts, shifting in her seat to try for a view again.

<<<Piss. We can't actually let them steal his guns. He owes us a shipment...>>> Gren says with an audible sigh. A glance over his shoulder, and he shouts Sesti a grin from beneath his helmet. "Not used to Docs who can shoot like that!" Still, his attention returns to this semi-unexpected battlefield. There is still a single visible humanoid on the ground, but he's flung down his weapon, and is running away as all five of his comrades got toasted.

Stray blaster bolts are visible from within the large burning warehouse...and the big doors that serve as an entry point for vehicles are standing open, smoke pouring out. <<<Remember what they say...stay low in a fire...>>> That's the warning that Delede gives, as he cuts the throttle a bit, and skims into the warehouse itself, dodging past wreckage, and the like. A falling piece of ferrocrete roofing slams into the side of the T47, and causes it to bounce it's repulsors off of the ground. He's able to correct, and his speeder disappears into the haze. "Just a scratch, I hope."

"It was just Jax and me for awhile, so I learned from the best," Sesti replies smugly, pride in both herself and her man. One hand shoots up to the hood to steady herself when the falling roof jostles them. She scans the interior of the warehouse when they fly in, "what or who are we looking for, sir?"

<Roger that, Boss>> Triz replies as she pushes the stick forward. Over the top of one skyway and then under the next as she watches his T-47 disappear into the burning building "Are we really doing this?" She says to Sabe right before she cuts power and aims to follow him and Sesti into the fire. "Hang on," she says as the little craft follows in after Spark Lead. And who would have thought it, that Gren scrapped the wall and more debris falls in his wake "Uh oh," mumbles Triz as she hits the speed brakes and reverse thrusters to try to avoid the worst of it. And in a blink of an eye they are through! "Damn," she lets out along with the breath she was holding.

"Wait... What is he...?" Sabella questions but thatis about all she can get out as Triz is moving downwards it seems and towards the building. "Ah hell..." She mutters out while unking down a bit in her seat if that is possible. "Just remember we can still get crushed in here Triz..."

The interior of the warehouse is crowded by crates, many of which are burning. Smoke makes visibility low, and the narrow aisles of stacked goods, and shelving make it somewhat difficult to manuever. Broken down old armoured vehicles, newer model speeders...all sorts of military hardware is visible, though much is damaged. Squads of armed humanoids rove through the chaos, shooting at one another, and firing bursts at the armoured Resistance vehicles. Some appear to be in the process of looting the crates, and trying to get the vehicles running. <<<I'm going to transmit a manifest signature to you. Sesti, Sabella...see if you can use your sensors to locate its electronic signature in this mess. We paid for a shipment full of explosives and detonators. We find that, or we find a safe full of credits to refill our coffers.>>> In other words...he doesn't care much for the arms dealer, but rather te merchandise they already paid for. His own HUD lights up in warning. A AT-PT walker appears in the gloom. Some yahoo seems to have gotten it running, and its blasting away. Well. It was. Gren's return fire chops its little legs out from under it. It is a target rich enviroment, and someone always seems to be shooting at them.

"How do we tell who is who when it comes to shooting, sir?" Sesti asks as she enters the signature in the computer, then answers her own question. "If they fire at us, they are not friendly..." case in point, someone begins firing on them, and she snaps her attention back to the guns, tearing up the cement around his feet. Might not have hit him, but hopefully gave him reason to duck and think twice about trying to shoot at them. "I have a match, sir. Starboard and up, fifty feet? Maybe?"

<<I'll spread out to give us better coverage, Boss>> Triz says on the coms as she banks the craft away from Gren and Sesti "See if you can locate the credits or the other stuff, Sabe," she calls over her shoulder. As they come around a rather large column she spots two of the bad guys getting a pair of Speeder bikes running. Before they separate she fires her twin cannons and they, as well as the bikes, are no more. "Got anything, Sabe?" she asks as she moves the craft carefully trying to avoid falling pieces of building and looking out for shooters.

"Nice work, Doc." Gren replies, eyeing his scanners, and then visually scanning the warehouse. He maneuvers the T47 through a narrow opening in the rows of shelves, and avoids a but of incoming fire. <<<Triz. Cover us. We're going to have to check out this crate.>>> He fiddles with the repulsors as the airspeeder sidles up as close as it can manage to the shelf that holds the crate in question. They're well above the ground at this point, and smoke and blasters, and mayhem is what they're looking down upon. He's able to get them in position, and hovering over a somewhat lower section of shelving. He locks the autopilot into place, and with a grin, glances over his shoulder. "Ready to strech your legs, Doc?" There is a crack, and then a hiss, as the canopy pops open, and the pressurized cabin becomes depressurized. It smells like burning. He's reaching for his harness snaps, and hauling himself upright...and then the explosion on the other side of the warehouse, and the other T47 covered in flame? It has him concerned...<<<Four, can you hear me? Report!>>>

As the hood opens, Sesti stretches, and she's unsnapping the harness to stand up almost as soon as soon as she's free to do so. Her hands check her knives, and the question is barely out of Gren's mouth when she's on the outside of the rails, and then planking herself sideways to get her legs up and over the top, using her arms to vault feet first onto the landing. Grinning back to the pilot in charge she asks, "you were saying?" then the other speeder is a new ball of fire, and her eyes snap in that direction. Ducking down to take cover from random fire coming up from the floor, she listens for an answer to Gren's call.

BOOM! Spark 4 disappears for a moment in a fireball before it is tossed like a toy to the side, crates in the new direction of travel get tossed like they were nothing by the wing as well as two bad guys. Armor plating is shredded, transparasteel on one side of the cockpit spiderwebs as Triz gets violently thrown around inside the tiny cockpit. Then there is something hot and burning at her side "Sabe? Sabe? You ok?" She asks frantically as the burning gets worse. He reaches down and finds a piece of something has gone through her ship and armor and now sticks in her side. Fingers come away bloody. She blinks a bit at the redness before the pain and the realization hits her that there is something sticking in her that wasn't there just moments before and she muffles a cry of pain. <<Uh, yea, Boss. I'm good. Minor damage. Still flying>> comes her clipped words from a strained voice. Not sounding very good actually. The controls of the ship seem to be working, a bit sluggish, but responding "Sabe, say something!"

Great balls of fire for certain, this is one of them. An Sabelle is stuck for a ringside seat all the while in some attempt to scramble this way and that. With the ship on fire, things are crashing into it as well, things that got cutting into her arm which she isn't fully certain just what it is at the moment but the point of the matter there is a good bit of blood. Though her attention is on the controls in front of her that is in the process of trying to short out. "Oh fudge it.." Is muttered while she is starting to slam a gloved hand upon it and then is able to get to the control panel enough to pull some wires out and works on making sure the damn ship keeps power. "I'm fine, just fly 'er before something else happens!"

<<<Copy, 4. Get the fuck home. We'll be right behind you.>>> Gren saw the fireball, and he heard her voice. <<<Explosives aren't worth one of our armed assets.>>> Not to mention a trained pilot. He ducks, as from somewhere below, blaster fire is directed his way. He leans over the edge of the cockpit, squints into the mist, and seems to have picked out the shooter. And a squad of his friends. "Just check the damned crate, Leftenant. Save the showboating for later!" He shouts this over the explosions and blaster fire that fill the area. He squeezes off a flurry of shots that leave atleast three sentients dead, and a few more wounded. His good humour failed him when they almost lost a speeder.

Sesti snorts. "That was not even close to showboating," she mutters under her breath. "Humans." She ducks behind a stack of crates as another bolt goes whizzing past, reads the numbers on the outside, then unlocks it for a quick peek inside. Sealing the lid back in place, she nods. "This is it, sir." Looking right and left for the shooter, she pushes the crate forward, then takes out her knives and steps to the railing. Both of her arms come straight down, vibroblades whirring then screeching as they slice through the metal, and the lengths of pipe go raining down on the battle below. Returning the knives to their places, she turns back and starts to push the crate through the hole she created, looking past it to see if Gren has the speeder close enough for her to push it on and secure it.

A sigh of relief as Sabe responds "Ok, just keep us flying. I'll get us home," Triz replies to Sabe before keying the coms <<Roger. Boss.>> She says through clinched teeth. <<RTB>> No argument, no sticking around, not like her. The ship lurches, crashing in to a few more crates as Triz slumps down in her seat "Uh, sorry about that," she mutters before getting it headed in the right direction. <<Be safe, Spark Lead. I think we will need the Doc, when you get back. So make sure he flies right, Sesti.>> Strained voice as Spark 4 flies a weaving path back outside. Once there she will get altitude and try to breath easier.

Gren is already sliding back into his seat, and reaching for the harnesses, when he sees Sesti approaching with the crate. "Just climb in, and shoot the bastard box with your harpoon. We made it famous for taking down Walkers, sure...but...its magnetic, and was designed for moving cargo." He thinks. He uses the royal we, because he was never a speeder pilot, and he grew up rich...so cargo moving wasn't a forte. But, damnit. He -knows- it'll work. <<<We'll see you at home, 4. Safe and sound.>>> He taps his foot, and waits. A blaster bolt SPANGs off of the hull with a loud noise, and sparks.

"Nice work, Doc. And...eh. Fuck it. We got what we came for. And his business is already ruined." Gren says, as he eyes the very tight exit that they entered by. Once the box is done reeling in, and is squished up against Sesti's gunner's window...he kicks the thrusters online, and manuevers the T47 toward the nearest external wall. A pull of the triggers, and he's blown a big hole in the side of the building. And, away they go...it is a tight fit, but they make it.