Log:Hung Like a Hapan: Red Hot Knights

Hung Like a Hapan

OOC Date: January 29, 2018
Location: Nar Shadda
Participants: Defiance: Sajin, Tarion Tavers, Gand, Tess Ul'Datha, and Kasia Ashkuri.

Sajin is in the Hanger per usual. His broom is leveled up against the wall as he stands in front of a holo-image of Oriana being projected through Buckets. His brows furrow as he nods and listens to the pre-recorded message. The message ends and the image of Sajin's wife and Queen of Drik fades away. He crosses his arms over his chest and scratches his chin and the stubble there. Buckets whirls at him and he shakes his head. "I don't know, pal. Guess we'll just have to ask." The hanger is otherwise quiet and clean for the most part. He had spent the better part of the day cleaning up the mess from the other days affairs.

Kasia is present in the hangar, having just returned from doing some sort of cargo run or whatever they're called now. The ship is powered down, and then the ramp lowers so that she's able to stroll off of it, a datapad in one hand and a thoughtful frown on her face. Not angry, just real focused, or she was until she spots Sajin and her expression relaxes. "Hey there. Seen Hex around here anywhere?"

Tarion is here too, laying on the bell-shaped curve of his Firespray like it's a grassy hill or something, empty sleeve where he still hasn't got the cybernetic fixed from last night's escapades. "She really likes my ship," he's saying, maybe to Sajin, maybe to no one, hand tucked behind his head like a fleshy pillow. "I let her sit in the pilot seat because she said such nice things about my ship. Everyone always says she's an ugly ship, but she's not. She's a good ship, she has character, that's more important anyway. Inner beauty is a pair of pivoting turbolasers and deployable concussion missiles," he remarks.

Heading down from the control tower and the apartments inside is Gand. He is tugging his cloak on over his armor, one foot shuffle stepping after the other in a tired fashion. The sound of a yawn can be heard through the breathing mask before the little alien reaches up to rub at his eyes. "This Gand should not stay out so late," he says to no one in particular. "No matter who's pet is missing, no high priority bounty is worth being this tired."

Sajin gives Kasia a wave and a smile before looking over to Tarion as the man talks... apparently to himself. Though he would be lying if he wasn't curious who was the one he let sit in the pilots seat. Either way, its a memory enough to distract Tarion. Shaking his head, his hazel eyes find Gand. "You guys find lost pets too?" That was a surprise to him. He pauses before addressing the room, mainly Kasia. "Haven't seen him but... I do need to speak with you all on a matter. I need to hire... you lot."

Kasia shoots a look at Tarion, debating but ultimately deciding not to ask him about who it is he's talking about. It's safer that way. Gand too gets a look of amusement. "Did you find the pet? I hope you got the reward, at least, if you have to be this tired." She turns back to Sajin as he speaks, expression angling toward curious. "You need to hire us? What do you need to hire us to do?"

"Well we don't come cheap, I can tell you that much," Tarion replies, glancing up from his position reclining on the ship at the word 'hire'. "There's a special extra fee on top of the regular fee if you're going to put me in a dangerous situation that scales with the amount of danger you're expecting. Lost pet in the park? Not a big deal. Lost pet in an exotic predator reservation? Now we're talking some extra," the bounty hunter explains.

Gand sighs dramatically before saying, "Yes, this one found the missing pet. Sadly it was only after a Barabel chef over on Lethera Street had cooked it to sell at his food stand. The owner refused to pay, so this Gand is out its time, AND the credits that it spend buying all of the food dishes." His eyes turn to look over Sajin and nods his head. "This Gand was told it was another high priority bounty, like the one that Mrs. Kasia met this one on. She can tell you. The Guild trusts me with very important work," he explains in complete sincerity.

Sajin nods to Kasia, "Well. You know Oriana was in negations with the Republic regarding Military security while Drik built up it's forces. Not that it was a good idea because they were in the process of basically de-militarizing." HE shakes his head, "I digress. Other than the Mandalorian Revivalist she made deals with, we need more options for defense." He hefts a sigh, "She wants me to go back to Hapes and talk to the Queen Mother... and well. I need some help getting there as well as a detail to make sure. Well, they don't kill me for just showing up. Also, people who they may listen to over me. Such as yourself" He looks to Tarion, "I'm sure Oriana can afford it." Then to Gand, "I'm sorry to hear that my friend. You should have shot the vendor to get even. At least in the knee."

"Right, I've heard a little bit here and there about all of that," Kasia replies on the matter of Drik, though it's the other part of it that holds her interest. "Ah. So you need both a speaker, and guards? Alright. That sounds like something we can probably do. Do you know roughly when you need us all to go and do that?" she asks, tucking her datapad away in the bag she's carrying.

"The queen mother, huh?" Tarion remarks, letting himself slide down the side of his ship with a squeeeeeeeeeaky sound. "I'll talk to her for you, Saj-man. I got a way with women, they can't say no to me. You just keep asking different ways and eventually they accidentally say yes. Eighty percent of the time, it works all of the time." He gives the other man a confident smirk. "Just trust me."

Gand nods his head in agreement with Sajin. "This Gand had thought that if she got her pet back, it would still qualify for the bounty. It did not know that the reward was only if it came back alive," he says with a sad sort of sigh. "This one will go with you, of course. What would you need it to do?"

Sajin nods gratefully to Kasia, "Yes thank you. Hapes Consortium is a very, very Matriarchal society. Though, me having a foreign wife who is a Queen may perk the Queen mothers interest. We won't know until we get there." He clears his throat, giving a nervous look to Tarion. "Like that time in the tunnels on Drik right? You're on guard duty." He shakes his head and looks to Gand, "We'll figure that out. First thing is first. We need to find someone who can get us through the Transitory Mists. They are very tough to Navigate for someone who doesn't know them like the back of their hand. We should leave in at least few weeks."

There is a knock at the hanger door which draws Sajin's attention. "One second, sorry. Let me get that. I'm expecting a package. Some fancy outfit Oriana wants me to wear while I'm at court." He usually didn't wear anything but his coat and power armor. He moves to the door, opens it. "Wait... you're not." BOOM. A blaster bolt explodes against Sajin's chest plate, sending him flying back into the Holosuite System, causing it to fall on him and likely shatter. He's out for the count. Rolling in like a bunch of gangsters. Two rolling off and kneeling to the side, and the other strutting in like no ones business are three really hot chicks with pale colored eyes. They wear red cloaks over segmented armor. They are armed with blaster pistols. Charlies Angels so it would seem.

"We can make sure that we've got time enough to see that through, though you're right that we'll need someone to navigate us," Kasia replies agreeably. There's a knock, or a buzzer, or whatever it is that guests have to do to get attention of people in the hangar, so she turns her focus on Tarion and Gand. "We'll get to see a new place we've never seen before, and get paid for it. Shouldn't be too bad." Because everything that Defiance does goes so smoothly. She's in the process of shrugging her bag off her shoulder when she hears the familiar sound of blaster fire, and then a crash. "What--" is all she gets out before she spies the trio of red hot ladies, dark brows shooting up so fast they threaten to leap off of her face. "Alright, who are you and what have you done to my janitor?" As she's speaking, a hand slips into her bag to grab hold of the weapon inside, but she doesn't draw it out quite yet.

"Great, sounds super easy-" BOOM. Tarion jumps at the explosion, but he doesn't appear to have a weapon of his own out, so he slides his butt across the curve of his ship like it's a car hood and rolls into his maintenance bay, coming back up with a rifle pointed at the lift. "I told you I'm not paying for that delivery!" Huh?

Gand has a weapon of course, and as Tarion draws his weapon so does the little gand. His rifle is slung from his shoulder and then he is moving... not into combat but behind Tarion's ship. If anything gets hit in the crossfire, it can be that ugly ship!

The Hotness Trio level their blasters at those in the hanger. "We've come for Sajin Kovo Kah. He is to come with us. Do not get in our way." Her accent is a heavy Hapan one. Sajin meanwhile groans from under his piles of broken technological bits. "If you intend to defend him, we will fire." The center one starts to move slowly towards Sajin, point her blaster pistol at him like she's about to finish the job. Sajin looks helpless at the moment and well out of it. He manages to groan, "Asss... Assssaa." Ass what?

Kasia's hand is still buried in her bag, making no effort to pull the weapon out. She does, however, get a hold on it, finger on the trigger and aiming as best she can in this slightly awkward position. "Will you, that would really be a shame, because--" and then she just pulls the trigger on the lovely, red clad lady that was taking aim at Sajin. "--I guess that means we'll have to fire back." She doesn't remain where she is, moving quickly toward cover in the form of crates that definitely don't say anything like *flammable* on them. The shot hits, and hurts the woman aiming at Sajin, but she's still not dead yet. Dang.

"Oh, kriffing hell, what, why are they so /hot/?" Tarion demands, flinching as Kasia opens fire on one of the women. "Damn it all, I hate this job, this is the worst job." Still, he's moving closer to Gand, hissing "come over here and stand still for a second while you're doing your thing." The bounty hunter drops to a knee behind the bug-man, one-armed, and uses Gand's shoulder as a barrel rest for his rifle. It's not ideal, and the shot goes wide, leaving him muttering something about a lack of sufficient motivation.

Gand has his rifle out and has climbed up the back of Tarion's ship to seek out a protective vantage point from which to shoot down some pretty women. Laying his rifle out across the curved hull before him, he takes aim on the one moving in for Sajin, but when he squeezes the trigger nothing happens. "Oh no!" he whispers to himself. Shaking his head, he lays the blaster down and then takes a charging path across Tarion's ship, feet banging loudly on the hull. When he reaches the edge, he launches himself up into the air and flies feet first right at the nearest of the three women. He.... completely misjudges his angle though, and misses completely, smacking hard to the ground with a sickening thud.

Kasia's attack manages to hit her Lead Hotness, the scarlet blaster bolt ripping through her side and spinning her onto the ground. There is a scream from her as she aims wildly in pain and takes a cheap and unaimed shot at Kasia. Her two back up, girls in armor and red cloaks who are as fine a goddesses them selves open fire on Tarion and Gand while attempting to move to help their apparent leader or give her cover to complete their mission.

Sajin manages to yell something out, "Assassins..." Oh so that's what he was saying. "Her... mmm... Majesties Select Comm... Commando's." Well shit. The fire fight can likely be heard throughout the entire hanger drawing attention of those not in the main area.

Kasia manages to dodge out of the way just in time, the bolt flying past as she ducks behind crates. "Hex? Tess? /Someone/ get down here, we've got intruders!" she hisses into the coms, hoping that one of the other fighty types is listening and able to assist. Deep breath, deep breath, she peeks out from behind the crates again to get a fix on the red assassins, takes only a moment to line up her shot and then once again tries to fire at that apparent Hapan assassin leader. It hits! She doesn't actually see though, she's already ducking behind the crates again.

Tess has been out shopping for whatever kinds of things Tess shops for. Point of fact, she's just now returning from this shopping excursion when she receives the distress comm message and drops all of her bags in favor of clipping her helmet into place. "Tess here. What kind of intruders?" She's On her way, but the Hangars are alllll the way across the landing pad. Not to mention the attention drawn by an armored Mandalorian running/jet jumping with a combat rifle in hand.

"STAY THIS MADNESS," Tarion cries as he sees her Lead Hotness bite the the dust, and the bounty hunter climbs up onto his ship behind Gand to keep using the bug-man as a rifle-prop, but then Gand takes off instead, and leaves the man alone, probably to die. Setting his rifle down, he unzips his jacket and pulls it open suggestively. "Ladies! There's no need to fight. Sajin isn't the only man here who can bring you the satisfaction you clearly, aggressively, really confusingly sexily desire," he announces, revealing his not-that chiseled abs with his one hand. "Let's make love, not war, everybody, it's what the Queen Mother would want."

There is a pained groan from Gand where he lay there on the floor. He rolls left to right in anguish from having slapped hard to the floor, "This one's butt... It broke it's butt," he moans to any sympathetic ear. The blaster fire scares him silent, however, rolling out of the way as the red beams of energy come at him. Once he is free of being shot at for the moment, the gand pulls his short legs up and attempts to perform a kip up, but his heels dig in and he doesn't quite make it upright. Falling backward once more, he instead swings his leg across to kick out at one of the women, attempting to sweep her legs out from under her.

Tarion's love, her Lead Hotness get's really hot because Kasia's blaster bolt rips through her face causing the skin and muscle and bone to burn and disfigure. Also, it kills her. For obvious reasons. There are only Two Hotnesses left, one who gets put on her ass by Gand's sweep. It causes her a moment of reprise until she is aware at what happened and aims a quick shot towards him but it goes very wide. The other notices Tarion and his attempt at seduction. THe only thing she does is quirk a well groomed eyebrow and send a shot close to him, but missing. The Force is Strong with this one.

"Women in red trying to kill us," Kasia hisses into her com, sounding a little breathless as more blaster bolts are fired. None of them hit her though, for which she is very grateful. "I think Tarion is trying to seduce them." She sounds more confused about that than anything. "She doesn't want you Tavers, time to drop the romance and just shoot them." Which is exactly what she tries to do, darting from her spot behind the crates to a somewhat less effective cover of a work station, but it offers a clearer shot for her to fire from, trying to hit Tarion's definitely not girlfriend.

Tess is grunting with each rocket propelled leap and lands in a roll at the hanger doors with her F-11 in one hand. Her armored shoulder smacks against the side hatch and she pivots into the opening to scan what's going on inside, "Shoot Tarion, got it." She murmurs, maybe into her comms... maybe just to herself! Maybe over a loud speaker so the whole landing pad can hear it!

Pretty lady in red.

"Damn... these girls are... kind of hot..." Which is the running assessment, but she just got here so she's earned one. "This shan't do..." The mando takes aim, trails a little, and puts a blaster right through the base of the woman's spine where her torso meets her hips just a few centimeters off from crippling her, but not far enough away to keep from vaporizing most of her important organs. Kidneys and stuff.

See, she'll need dialysis now! She'll have mostly cybernetic parts. Tess might not have killed her but she's ruined any chance of her winning prom queen and rendered her as hideous, by extension, as the rest of us!

Take that unnaturally beautiful heathens!

"No!" Tarion insists from atop his ship, starting to unbutton his pants but he's only got one hand and he's not used to doing it one-handed anymore. "I can fix this! We can /keep one!/" the bounty hunter protests, fumbling with the button, and in the process, loses his footing. This sends him tumbling down the steep bell-like slope all the way from the top of the ship out onto the duracrete hangar floor, where he lays writhing in semi-disrobed pain. "Tess... no... don't shoot /anyone,/" he groans, but it's too late. It's a nightmare. "I hate this kriffing job."

Gand is about to press the attack, and surely invoke the ancient art of Gand head exploding when someone else takes care of it for him. He turns his head, silver eyes searching for the source of the blaster shot that ended his combat and upon finding it to be a friend, he returns to his groaning over his broken buttocks. He rocks, holding his hips before he rolls over to his stomach and pulls his cloak up over his belt and begins to push his pants down off of his hips. "This one broke its butt," he says again. "Tarion, come and check. It thinks it has a crack in it."

Sajin pops up from his Tomb of electronics. He looks down noticing how badly burnt and scraped his BRAND NEW armor is. He groans, not because he is hurt, well he is that, but more because he's going to have to replace that plate. He looks up with Hazel eyes, blinking, his vision a bit leery because of the hit he took. "Are they dead?" He asks before letting out another groan and attempting to stand up.

The Hotness trio are down for the count. Tarion's not-so girlfriend is barely alive and of course there's the one Tess Shot. She probably won't make it much longer without seeing immediate medical attention. Either way they were no long threats.

Kasia steps out from cover once it seems that everyone is dead, or close enough that they pose no danger. "Sajin," she says, eyeing the man as she nears the fallen assassins. "Are you alright?" She eyes him a beat. "And can you tell us why they send people here to try and kill you? This doesn't seem like a very promising sign that they're not going to try and kill you once you get home."

Tess rushes into the opening once the crippled lady is down and stands over said woman with her blaster pointed down upon her. Once she's certain the hole in her back is, indeed, a hole in her back, her fist lifts up. "Clear... everyone clear?" T-visor looking around, "You good?" To Gand, who has his pants... down.. "Uhhh..." This has a look about it guys... Like not a good look. Hot women, half naked Gands and Tarions? ".. I... feel like I'm missing important information here..."

Tarion scuttles toward his maintenance bay on all threes like the world's saddest shelter rescue dog, returning momentarily with a medpac. Instead of helping Gand, he heads straight for one of the downed super-hot hit-women, tossing the medpac down next to her and unzipping it. "Stay with me, unreasonably hot lady, just hang in there. GAND I WILL CHECK IN A MINUTE," he yells over his shoulder, rooting around in the pac and grabbing what he hopes is a packet of bacta. Unfortunately for the hit-woman, it's not bacta, but it is SPF30. "This is gonna fix you," he tells her, dumping the sunscreen in liberally over her wounds. "Hang in there." Then he's getting up, wincing from the bruised rib he suffered falling off his ship, and limping over to Gand. "Let me see your ass. How many times do I have to tell you to stick to kicking the ass, not cracking yours?"

Gand lays there on his belly, his pants pulled down to expose his curved and plump buttocks to any eye that happens to look his way. The writer doesn't know what Gand butts look like, but in this case, it is like looking at two perfectly curved miniature hills resting side by side, slightly rough with the hard exterior of the alien's exoskeleton. "It was trying. This gand misjudged the distance for that kick!" he says in pain.

"My mother..." Sajin says as he surveys the Damage. "But I made sure to cover my tracks... she must have found out where I was." Sajin nods and takes off his damaged armor plate, having a seat on the floor, against the wall. He hefts out a heavy sigh. "My mother is High General of Her Majesties Select Commandos. They wear those red cloaks. It is illegal for Hapan Males to desert their families and escape without being freed. We are no more than stock to be traded." He pauses, "But usually they'd just try to take me back. I don't know why they wanted to kill me." Something else unknown to him must be going on.

The Hot Commando Tarion attempts to moans and groans in pain as he spreads the sun lotion over her wounds. Which must really sting. Though her voice quiets as either she slips into unconsciousness or dies from her wounds.

"I see," Kasia frowns at the whole Hapan... thing, but doesn't comment on it any further than that. "I'm going to go com Hex again, see if I can get through to him and tell him what happened." She eyes Tarion and his attempts at life saving, and again makes no comment. Instead she turns to head for the lift so her player can eat make some dinner.

"Dammit Tarion! That's not bacta, it's sunscreen!" Tess collapses her rifle and attaches it to the magnetic hook on her armor behind her back. She rushes over and grabs a hydro-spanner from the ground near the medkit, immediately going about welding the woman's wounds closed. "See?" She dead Jim. "Now that we've saved this woman's life." Kneeling beside a corpse. "What's this about Her Majesties Select Commandos?" Of which there is a nonliving one in front of her. "We could maybe trade the one we saved-" Killed "-for your freedom?" Unlikely.

"What do they do with these 'male stock'?" Tarion inquires, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, sure, it sounds horrible, but theoretically, are you like, breeding stock, or card stock, or some other kind of stock? Asking for a friend."

"Ah, yes... Breeding. Servants, and Free labor." Sajin answer Tarion before looking to Tess, then back to the dead women, then Tess. "I... don't think that's going to work, Tess. I like your thinking though." He nods to Kasia and moves to the girls. Now he's gotta clean up his mess. "We need to find someone who can get us through the Transitory Mists. Then we can put a stop to this. I have too many responsibilities to just disappear again and I'm married to a Woman so I don't know what this is all about." He takes a break from dragging on of them. "We'll just have to go there and find out." He wasn't in line for any titles, at least last he knew.