Log:Irregulars: Mining Mishap Mustafar
Irregulars: Mining Mishap Mustafar
OOC Date: March 12, 2020
Location: Mustafar
Participants: Aryn Cole, Nova Korell, Rial Het, Sajin, Sesti Greystorm, Jax Greystorm, Qadira Surryet, Zhu Yan, Dyannah Nerus, Hadrix Kora
The mining ship spins slowly end over end winking in the light of the distant sun. Dyannah's voice crackles over inter-ship coms, "Matching orbit and linking a rescue ship to the tumbling wreck is going to take every skill we've got - both automatic and manual systems. EVA is a last resort option for us."
"This is the mining ship, Ffffrrrrrkkk, the MMC-Hauler 017"
Pressing a button, the Zeltron shares a holoprojection to all the ships. It shows a strange-looking freighter, an Action VI so modified with extra cargo pods to be almost unrecognizable. Its familiar trapezoid shape bulges into oblong boxes at both ends, the tube connection between the aft propulsion assembly and the bridge and living quarters in the bow, making it recognizable.
"What do we know so far? A distress signal intercepted by a Resistance ally was received 432 kiloseconds ago (approx. 3 days). The 100 percent Mustafarian crew (https://imgur.com/a/sTcQYIV) is presumed alive and trapped on the ship though we've had no new communications since the last distress signal. We are going in armed and suited for vacuum; we will need an engineer, a slicer, and firepower with us."
Staring at the holoprojection showing the distant ship twisting in its eccentric orbit, Dyannah frowns, "Did I mention the garbled part about droids?" She turns to look into the projector, "They yelled about being taken over by droids, not pirates. Strange, huh?"
Standing, she claps her hands together, "Suit up. Get ready for the fun."
Rial Het winces visibly when mention is made of droids taking over. "Damnation. Bad droids are just the bloody worst, aren't they?" The helmet of his void sealed suit is off for now, but is held under one arm. "Here's hoping they didn't vent all the air, aye?" A glance to the Mandalorian at the helm. "Scans picking up any life signs in that mutated tin can, are they Big Lad?"
A Yt-2400 into the system with a surprising crew of Jax and Sesti, they weren't in his Helix fighter. Jax watched from the cockpit of the of the ship, <Droids you say? Good thing we brought a ship with a medbay and a droid expert.> Jax looks at Kadi just off screen, <You are a droid expert right? You haven't been messing with me all these years?> He frows looking at the way the Action is haniging in space. <Maybe not use the wife's ship to do the boarding though. If droids take over her ship. I'll never hear the end of it.>
As they come closer to the mining ship, Sesti leaves off her final inventory of the med bay in the Tai and comes up to take a seat next to Jax. Strapping in, she puts on her helmet to be ready to disembark when needed and settles at the scanners. "I pity anyone who tries to take over a ship with Rave aboard," she tells her husband, and begins to look at the readouts.
Set into his command chair in the bridge of the Laar'Kote, Hadrix and his Astromech are adjusting course on the in-run for the twisting Action cruiser. He's had flying lessons, certainly - or he's a disturbing secret talent. Super secret.
<<"Coming up on the derelict, prepping to connect docking link. Anyone that is going EV, I can engage magnetic shields and drop the secondary cargo ramp.">> the big mandalorian's helmet turns towards the man speaking to him, <"Some yes. Not sure exact location.">
And all the while he nears the ship, synchronizing movements with the rotation. "Evie would be proud."
<"Send her a holo">
"Right away."
Dr. Cole is situated in one area near the airlock. She is in a variant of the Void type armor, and has a fire retardant cape clipped just above the pauldrons. There's no concealing the weapons hanging from her belt.
A Theed-Arms S-5 pistol rests in a casual dueling holster stationed at the small of Aryn's back, a MCA personal deflector shield is clipped to her right, and her lightsaber is clipped to her left. She slings a medical satchel over her shoulder then reaches over to grab her helmet, taking a moment to check the inside. For once, Aryn's hair is drawn back into a messy bun, with errant strands of bright blonde cupping her cheek. She's not certain how these kinds of operations go, so she stays near those who do. Prepping her helm, she places it over her head, establishes the seal, and allows the HUD to kick on. "Oh.. this is .. neat.."
"Trust me kiddo, I've got an astromech that thinks its my mother. This is nothing." ...oh god someone hired a contractor. Zhu Yan (what a man!) was here in the cockpit because that was the haps, standing up the back, with a full set of Void armour on and holding the helmet in the crook of his arm, along with a Tracker modified so extensively it might as well be an assault rifle. Note the clamps for an arm mount which was painfully nonexistent on his current outfit. He'd be intimidating if he weren't so short and pudgy. "As long as you don't decide to go AAAAAAAAH and shoot the crew, /Hadrix/," there's a TayTay song for this, "then we should be fine! All fine! I won't even leave you to die this time!" There's this whole theory of love and harmony and joy between all sentients but boy oh boy it did not exist between Zhu Yan and Hadrix Kora.
Kadi just blinks at Jax, giving him her best innocent look. "Me? Mess with you? As if!" She glances Sesti's way, with a bit of a grin. "I mean, I'm a master engineer, so maybe I'm okay with droids?" she teases Jax. When they get to where the need to be, her void armor helmet is sealed up, and she moves along with the crew. "It might be wise to not bring our droids aboard that ship, if it's got compromized droids there. In fact, might be wise to have them power down, and go to wait mode, not attached to any connections, unless we need them." She pauses, and then glances around. "Well, I mean, unless someone has a better idea?"
Sajin was the firepower... at least that's usually what he was. He had come in on what ever ship made the most sense, either his own or someone elses. He worse void armor like most, but distinctly in the color of the Ruling Family of Drik. <<"Just... point me in a direction...">> He really wasn't on about computer stuff, but Bucket's was with him incase of such an issue.
Laboriously, the group shuttle to the Mandalorian's ship, a Clearwater. Hadrix takes them closer to the wreck which remains silent. Lined up they wait for the airlock to open. Once the group breaches the outer lock and key open the inner doors, their first view is dim: the low, red light conditions preferred by Mustafarians.
The corridor is wide enough for three suited humans to walk next to each other. Suits register the heat; without the suit environmental controls, humans wouldn't be able to function more than ten minutes if that long. Wet splashes, green and sticky looking under the suit lamps puddle here and there. Severed limbs mix with twisted metal, the remnants of a pitched battle sit in random piles pushed to the sides of the corridor. There is an ominous clanking sound from the other side of the closed door at the end of the corridor.
Once the connection is made and the ship docked, Nova seals her helmet and moves to the airlock, quickly patching her wrist computer into the bulk job's security system. The holocams inside quickly prove to be a valuable source of information. "Careful... that closed door? There's a battle droid beyond. It looks like it can still shoot, though one of its legs is gone." She moves to take cover beside the doorway, stacking up. "Hard for it to miss in this tight corridor, with us packed in this way. We'll have to take it down quick." She glances back. "Oh, and watch your step. Looks like the droids aren't very neat..."
Rial Het draws out a small pistol, fiddling with the control mechanisms until exclaiming, "Finally," and getting it modulated correctly to fire an ion beam. Fitting his helmet into place with an audicle click and hiss, he wonders aloud over the suit's comm, <<"For all of ye piloting types.. any way we can stablize the boat's tumbling, apart from getting to the bridge?">> Bringing his small pistol up to bear as the airlock is about to hiss open. A slow exhale, and he fires off a hasty trio of blue blasts at the murderous battle droid when the portal parts.
Jax goes to say something smart to Sesti or Kadi but stops, "There's life in the front of the ship and it's going to be dangerous getting to them." He says pulling his helmet on. The trip over to Hadrix's ship and then to Action transport. He'd remained queit. Though as they breach. He make sure if he's not the point he's one of the first in. His DL-44 drawn and moves into the room taking up a defensive position prepping waiting for the next door to open from Kadi and Yan's work. Then he starts to open fire at the Battle droids, one shot hitting, <Think they'll say Roger, Roger?>
With her medpac securely strapped in place, Sesti draws her blade and a vibrodagger. She holds the shorter blade up defensively while the other is lower and ready to raise in a sweeping attack. As the others stack up to take shots with their blasters, she maintains a position to the back, as the place is too narrow for her to walk down without risking a hit from friendly fire. The helmet hides the roll of her eyes at Jax's question.
<"I will use yours for a new drinking skull, Zhu Yan. Specify who is 'kill everyone' next time and I won't level part of a building to fulfil mission parameters."> The glass on granite with its bizarre posh Coruscant lilt fully out of place coming from the battle plated Mandalorian.
Helmet optics updating on his HUD, and a very e-11 looking weapon is drawn, that... well it's not an E-11, there are enough differences in the make and model, and the suddenly engaged pilot light, are the tell tales to that.
A sudden wish for a cigarra fills him. It aches in his soul.
As battle droids become visible the Mandalorian does what comes naturally, spraying (literal) hot death at the antiquated war machine. Liquified flame, literal plasma, soaks into the chest and 'head' among blaster bolts and ion lightning. He remains standing for now, no hunt for cover.
<"Jetii..."> he knows they're here... At least one, <"Which way to the survivors?">
The droid that is consumed by the plasma flames is taken command of by the influence of the force, and directed by a gesture that Aryn makes with a gloved hand. The droid, without warning, is cast backward and safely away from the group to clatter further down the corridor and burn without being a hazzard. Aryn lowers her hand and unclasps her lightsaber from her belt, holding it to her side without activating its blade yet. At the prompt of Jetii, Aryn looks cluelessly up at the Mando before taking a moment to search inward and reach out with the force in an effort to feel anything. She says nothing yet, because she does not know!
There was a SHOONK as the void helmet traversed Yan's thick head of hair and sealed on to his noggin. We trapped in the suit now, boy! "<<Well buddy,>>" they weren't buddies, "<<next time when we finish a job, maybe don't start a firefight with the cops, would reeeeeeally be the smart thing to do, yo.>>" Stop mashing the taunt button, Yan, he could turn you into a pretzel without even trying. Yan had another biting remark prepared for the Mandalorian but the part of his brain that occasionally screamed sense at the rest of it wasn't on mute today, and said 'no' quote profoundly. Because then he might actually become a pretzel.
Brushing past the group tearing apart a poor defenseless droid, Yan made a beeline to the locked door. "<>" At this point Yan's inability to stop running his mouth was going to leave it wide open for a bullet. "Alright, standard CEC-brand door. Anyone with a brain and something to hide removes," he prised off an access panel and pulled out a small green circuit board fulla connecting wires, "this little thing here, which serves as a primary override." Who was Yan talking to? Anyone? No one? Probably just himself. What's new? "Why? Manufacturing flaw. The thing unbolts when you cross these..." rip, twist, "and short them out. Now we just gotta trip an opening mechanism or something."
Kadi eyes the crud on the floor, as she moves to try to get that door open. <Ick,> is her comment, followed by, <I still don't like the squishy stuff.> At least she can distract herself with freighter innards. Kadi listens to Zhu Yan, as though she's following what he says. Well, the part about the CEC Door anyway. the part about fighting with cops and so on? That's over her head. Thankfully. "Ye-es, though it's actually an on-purpose emergency thing, but sure, manufacturing flaw works," she says, with a laugh. And as Yan figures out which wires to cross, she moves to a panel about two feet over, and uses her tool belt, finding exactly the right tool with practiced ease, popping the panel off, and then she reaches in to switch two wires, without a similar running commentary to Yan. There's a small buzz of electricity, a slight spark, and then the door opens. "You mean like that?" she asks Yan, brightly.
Sajin took up the rear of the back, looking beyond to see the droid as the door opened. "Huh..." The arms strewn about didn't really seem to bother him. He had likely seen a lot worse in his time being a Mercenary and... what ever else made him money over the past 33 years of his life. Knowing he close quarters was difficult with this many people and stray blaster fire might be a bad omen, he pulls his vibro-dagger from it's sheath on his belt, flipping the switch, it humming to life as the High Frequency reverberates through the metal to allow it the type of edge to cut through most anything. He continues along behind the others, keeping quiet. There might be more. <<"Are you two going to be arguing about that dumb mission you probably shouldn't be talking about openly in front of other people for the rest of eternity now?">> He waits, patiently, for the door to open.
The one injured droid takes ion fire from Rial, blaster bolts from Jax and then is scorched back into its elemental pieces by the Mandalorian. Engineering prowess, Kadi and Zhu taking the lead, gets them into the next corridor which leads to a set of stairs to the next level of the ship. Arguments break out among the disparate and highly irregular crew (all is normal.) Heavily accented communication is established with the crew. "Dddroids. Ccccome on bbbbbridgggge. Ship in dddddannnggger. Mmmmetal. Ddddanger. Hhhhelp us. Cccredits, mmmetal tttto you."
A lone droid at the bottom of the stairs blocks their entry. Another aims from mid-flight, the next stands at the top of the stairs.
And onwards they go, winding through the ship. Nova keeps her eyes open as they go, wincing inwardly at the constant arguing from the contractor and the Mandalorian. Much as she loves her Irregular friends, she does sometimes miss working with a solid, professional outfit. Until they find their way to an open space with a stairway... and droids on every level of it! <Contact front and high, three hostiles!> she shouts, darting around the corner to take cover behind a stray cargo case, and snapping off a quick shot at the droid at the bottom of the stairs. It's a solid hit, but not solid enough.
Rial Het moves up the corridor of the afflicted freighter alongside Nova. He lacks a measure of his more experienced comrade's instincts for taking cover before firing, leaving himself a bit exposed in the course of bombarding one of the old battle droids with ion blasts. Aside, he asks Korrell, "Am I supposed to yell 'clear' or some such about now?"
<<"Resistant isn't proof against">> curt response to Zhu before his head turns towards Sajin, <<"Most likely. Let people come after me for it. I could use the exercise.">> How many times has he been on a ship like this? Planning movement points now, where to expect openings. How many times has he boarded an Action VI, to eradicate what was on board? Too many times. By far. Cin vhetin - there's that at least. Old life. Stop letting it bother you. Don't fall into the hole. Then there are contacts listed and he moves in practiced action. Unprofessional indeed. He stacks up to cover and leans out to spray iridescent liquid that super heats metal cherry red in passing and coils like a serpent of myth, angled for the next battle droid up the line.
Jax moves up to the defensive positon, <The crew says they're on the bridge.> Then as they encounter three droids. Jax looks at Sesti, <Alright. Alley-oop?> Then he turns to dropping down with his fingers crossed and waiting for Sesti to launch her up into the air with the help of the force. Though as she goes flying through the air. He turns to look to Aryn, <Thanks.> He says on a channel only to her.
Sesti looks around at the new droids, her blades at the ready, but she's not sure about getting in the way of friendly fire. Looking up, she sees the third droid, and, on cue, Jax offers her a boost. She nods, takes a couple steps back for a little running start to help his boost. She plants her booted foot on his hand, and then she's airborn. Her arms windmill slightly to keep her in line, the blade coming around for the first slice, before the vibro dagger plunges deep into vital circuits. The dagger sticks, and that, along with the momentum added to her jump, jerks her out of control and she slams hard onto the deck, vibrodagger still sticking in the droid. At least she's under any fire from the flamethrower as she tries to recover her breath.
Aryn remains near the back once the professionals move ahead. Stepping in behind Jax, she's witness to the set up and takes the visual cue that her aid is requried. Jax prepares the platform, and Aryn draws both her hands inward, shaping a circle. Despite one hand holding her lightsaber hilt, her focused effort is not hindered. A subtle nod, Sesti goes airborne, and Aryn releases her focus and boosts Sesti.
A guiding hand sees the sword bearing doctor (Dr. Greystorm) to her intended landing zone, aiding in her assault of the droids. A subsequent transmission finds her ears and the blonde nods, patting Jax's shoulder and flashing a thumbs up. She's in line now to follow the others.
"Exactly like that!" was the muffled but verbally beaming voice of Zhu Yan to Kadi. Best mood he'd been in all day. Yan was apathetic listening to the funny sounding alien on the other end of the comm, until he heard the word 'credits' and couldn't help letting out an awfully campy, "Oooh!" Far out, Yan.
"Only if it's actually clear, kiddo," said Yan to whoever this Resistance guy was. He didn't know Rial's name and being Yan wouldn't be listening if someone told him. He stacked up against the inner side of the door and... oh there goes everyone with the murdering. It's less fun when it's droids. "<<Anyone else think we brought too much firep- who am I kidding. No such thing as too much firepower.>>" Y'know, if it weren't for the fact that they were mad at each other, Hadrix and Yan could have been friends.
Kadi gets herself under cover, she knows that much. She listens, using her ears, and the suit's sensors. Yan gets a grin he can't see, and she follows, mostly sticking near the end with Aryn, because Kadi in these tight quarters is not about to shoot, unless there's no choice. Which right at the moment, there is. Mind you, she now starts thinking about molten lava, hearing what is said. <Guess we're going to need to get this baby stabilized,> she murmurs, <And repaired. Also - apparently we need some ice cubes.>
Sajin is here, he swears, even as quiet as he's being some one might be reminded of his presence by his growling stomach and vibrating dagger. The King of Drik looks behind them to make sure no-one is sneaking up on their six while the front line takes care of the messy work. <<"Yeah... maybe Yellow flight and I should have ran escort instead.">> Who knows there could be enemies bearing down on their positon right now. This causes Sajin to peek up and towards a view port to confirm or deny his jinxing dialog before looking back towards the head of the group, attempting to see past the others at what's up ahead.
The heat increases, temperatures rise in the ship at the top of the stairs. EVA suits still protect the intrepid group but only air filters keep the smell of hot metal from overwhelming them. Time has begun to run out for both the crew and their saviors. The vibration of feet reverberate through the floor as droids alerted to intruders on what they consider their ship, begin to arrive in mass. Some of them walk oddly, with metal caked around the bottom of their feet; hot metal being the droid equivalent of walking through a manure pile. Six new droids pile up in the long circular corridor leading to the bridge.
Someone needs to get to the bridge, someone needs to get to crew quarters. Both areas are blocked by droids.
<So much for the easy way... contact front again! They're blocking the corridor!> Nova calls, ducking into a doorway and triggering a burst in their direction. Some fluke of the metal stuck to their feet must make these things harder to hit. Yeah, that has to be it. Sure. Only one of her shots connects. <Still plenty of them up here in this packed corridor! We have to get through!>
Rial Het looks sharply fore and then aft as the clatter of more approaching droids. "Ah, hell," the rogue curses with a grimace. "Nothing worth doing ever turns out easy, does it?" With a short exhale, and before he had time to second guess his hare-brained 'plan', Rial starts toward the corridor at a sprint, planting one boot on a loose crate and leaping up to seize hold of a sturdy-looking conduit tube running along the paneling above the walkway and hauling his legs up and over the charging droid heads. If it were less stupid, they'd no doubt have gunned him down out of hand. He drops back down in what was supposed to be a nimble dismount roll, but turns into more of a chaotic crash back to the deck and scrambling run for the bridge behind them. "Good enough!"
Jax slips his Dl-44 away as they make the way to the next higher section. He draws his saber the blue blade igniting with a crack his, he turns looking to the armored form of his wife. Then with a wordless nod he turns and charges toward one of the Battle droids blocking the way to the crew quarters, His saber slicing through a droid. His voice on channel, <What? No 'Oh no it's jedi!' Worse Battle Droids yet, Roger, Roger.>
The zabrak coughs air back into her lungs, and looks around as other droids appear. She has another moment to breathe as Jax cuts his way to her, and she pushes herself up, taking two swings at the nearest one. She manages to send some sparks flying, but with one hand empty, she can only do so much. Looking around, she bends over and pulls the dagger out of the droid that she felled, keeping low.
They should be friends and at least Zhu's acknowledgement of never enough Firepower moves the man from 'Kill first to halt starvation' to 'Front Liner' for the time being.
<"More... Good."> Somewhere, there might be a mutant terrapin is likely pleased by this. Throwing an apple core and adjusting his red headband. <<"If we're going to need to get to the bridge fast we're going to have to do a rolling assault with a cross-leap pattern.">> suit registering the heat, beyond his flame thrower. <<"I might have to bring out the big gun...">> he looks to Nova now, T-Visor focused there, <<"On my three. Fire and advance. No stops unless your too injured to fight, or you're dead.">> he doesn't give time, she follows or they don't. People might get hurt, or killed, if they can't keep the ship up.
<"Gehat'ike oyacyir'bat. Shi'Mando'ade olaror lo'eyn'gev."> loud enough that his externals click on, spoken unconsciously.
Joining the fray now, Aryn moves up the stairs and into the wider corridor. She sees the distinction in directions, and with Jax bringing out his lightsaber to head in the direction of the crew, Aryn elects to follow the other group.
Aryn presses the activation stud of her lightsaber, initiating its sudden SNAP-HISS. A sapphire blue blade emerges from the hilt, extending to its full length of 1.2m, humming hungrily, even with the most subtle motions. She joins in with Hadrix, striking at the droid just as it's set ablaze with plasma flames.
Despite a graceful swing, the droid has the functionality and programming to duck, and the result has Aryn's blade WHOOMF'ing over head. She recovers, drawing the blade back in a graceful spin the disconnects the upper left weapon bearing arm of the droid. It is such a nasty blow, that the chassis for the droid began to spark, catching Aryn's gaze and casting her third strike off balance. Despite the droid tumbling and twisting, still functioning, Aryn had struck such a devastating blow that she was certain the automaton was on its last stretch of life. Aryn, however, has taken a far right flank, raising her weapon once more to follow after the others quietly.
Bringing up the sort-of rear was Zhu Yan, only the greatest individual in the whole galaxy if you believed a word he said (pro-tip: Don't). "Well," he said, as he gazed headlong at the firefight and the dancing lightsabers and the FIRE and wisely decided that this whole kerfuffle was not his problem. One way was the bridge, and the kiddo was already expertly taking care of that like some pro wrestler setting up for a ridiculous spot. Right. So what was the other way? Blocked, is what it was, by angry hulking droids in a firefight.
"Fuck it."
With a FSHPT, the KDY FormStar Self Propelled Rocket (as told by a relative of Ryo Odessa) strapped to his back burst to life and, angling himself towards the narrow gap between wall and OH GOD DEATH ROBOT DON'T DIE, he launched forward into oblivion. The noise from his mouth sounded a lot like, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..."
It's getting hot in here. Kadi's not impressed. There's droids, fire, shooting, and oh good grief, what did Zhu Yan just do now? Kadi frowns, thinking for a moment. She then remembers - << wait, there's a maintenance tube here, >> she says. At least she's telling folks what she's doing, right? She sidesteps a severed arm, grimaces at a pile of dead droid, and then reaches for the panel that opens into the tube. <<I'm going that way. It should go to the bridge. Meet you there. >> Those guys better not leave any droids to sneak up on her! She does draw her gun as she heads through the tunnel. Around one corner, and she sidesteps quickly with a do-si-do around a puddle of molten metal. It's getting way too hot in here. But Kadi's well on her way to the bridge, and moving with a perhaps surprising quickness. Those dancing lessons are paying off. Right, now when she arrives at the bridge, what is she going to do now?
Sajin is finally left an opening to move forward and attack. His blade humms, not quite like a lightsaber, but sort of like one. It certainly doesn't glow, or visibly shake. Perhaps other species could see the vibration with their sight abilities. The blade moves to stab into the neck socket where some wires are on the Bigger Droid, before he turns with grace, swining wide against one of the smaller droids. He presses the attack despite the miss, moving into the unbalanced droid's attack zone and landing a major stike on a hydrolic hose.
The heat. Suit systems begin to labor - temperatures start to rise to nearly 100 C (close to boiling). The native miner crew can take the heat but are beginning to flag. The crew battles the droids that clank in dragging molten metal on their feet. Rial shows his acrobatic abilities by leaping over the droids. Freighters are Kadi's terrain, she works her way through a maintenance tunnel. A rocket pack is deployed and the saviors split between the bridge and crew quarters but not without a toll among them. Sajin, the handsomest man in the planetary system (if you ask him) takes bolt. Defending his own, Jax also is knocked back temporarily. "GGggget ship stable. Mmmmmetal coming. Fffffffast," echos down the corridor.
<How about we wait 'til the droids aren't there before we go running up the corridor?> Nova advises, shifting cover to another doorway across the hall and a little farther forward before she opens fire again, peppering at one of the droids. With only one hit out of three. On droids bigger than autokitchen cooling lockers. /Gotta/ be the molten metal on their feet. /Surely/.
Rial Het runs like a con artist trying to escape the blasters of gigantic, angry, molten metal dripping murder machines. He runs like that, skidding onto the freighter's bridge and ducking to one side of the hatch as blaster bolts chase him, sparking on the durasteel deck. The rogue looks around hastily for the, "Thruster controls, thrusters, where are the bloody- !!" He drops talking when he spies the right terminal, and hurries to re-align the bulk hauler's stabilizers, graaaaadually leveling out the tumbling through space. lty)
Jax Rolls out of the way actually tumbling as one of the large droid tries to shoot him. He comes up at the end of his tumble as he stab his saber into the locking mechanism that keeping the crew into the quarters. The saber sinking down to the handle as the metal glows bright and stats to melt. Jax looks up to see Yan go rocketing past, <Yan is a man of Action. I wish I Corellianed half as good as him.> Famous last words as the Bigger droid takes aim firing at Jax catching his left shoulder sending him and his saber flying.
As Jax heads down to the crew corridor, Sesti is back up with both weapons in her hands again. She blocks the way when the Mad Droid attempts to follow, her sword taking out its legs from underneath it. She learned her lesson, and doesn't drive the dagger in this time but instead gives a slash that creates an opening for her to drive the sword through, the longer weapon coming back out cleanly just as a shot goes flying past her head to hit Jax in the shoulder. She turns angrily at the bigger droid with a growl, nudging aside the one she just dispatched with her foot.
As Jax heads down to the crew corridor, Sesti is back up with both weapons in her hands again. She blocks the way when the Mad Droid attempts to follow, her sword taking out its legs from underneath it. She learned her lesson, and doesn't drive the dagger in this time but instead gives a slash that creates an opening for her to drive the sword through, the longer weapon coming back out cleanly just as a shot goes flying past her head to hit Jax in the shoulder. She turns angrily at the bigger droid with a growl, nudging aside the one she just dispatched with her foot.
He comes to battle on wings of fire! Hadrix's act of engaging his jets is more controlled, even if the space between he, the ceiling, and the heads of droids is narrow. The massive mandalorian clears and engages the flamer again.
Color shifting flames envelope one of the pair, coiling like rope and then running like melted wax around the relative head and shoulders of the clanking battle troop.
Cape billowing in the wind of trajectory rockets and the stuff of stars boiling out from his weapon, to twist and come down on his feet, diving for any side cover that Hadrix can manage once he is terrestrial once more.
Aryn ducks beneath the blast from a droid, and retaliates by striking another. The graceful swing detaches the right arm of the droid, sending it sparking across the deck. Aryn's subsequent attacks fail in part to the droid's hasty retreat from the lightsaber. Both swings find only air, generating loud hums as she follows along a straight line issuing attack after attack. Her cape rustles behind her when she twists!
"AAAAAAAAAAAA-" whunk! No! It was not the sound of Zhu Yan's illustrious life coming to an end as his head impacted the bulkhead and snapped his neck in twain! It was his boots, arresting his movement against the wall and allowing him to push off and land back on his feet! "Ha!" Choke on that, people trying to shoot him! "Now how do I-" VWOOM. That was Jax Greystorm, cutting the door down like a grad student at a Coruscanti conference. "...okay then." If he had a collar he'd have pulled it, because holy sithballs it was getting hot in here. With a kick and an "ow!" the door was spurred into opening, disregard Jax getting cut down because he was swinging a glowstick everywhere.
"Alright alright alright!" declared Yan to the chittering aliens on the other side, walking in and out of the firefight. "I'm here to rescue you!" No he wasn't, but he was good at makebelieve. "I'm very concerned about your safety," he lied, "so let's file out here in an orderly fashion, don't worry about the droids they're all tied up," he liiiiieeeeeeed, "and once you make a friendly credit donation to the Bank Of Zhu like you promised we will be home free!"
Kadi sets aside the panel, joining Rial on the bridge. She flashes a big grin his way, as he stabilizes things, and she sets to work repairing things, so that they don't slowly sink back into terrible spinning themselves into pieces. <<On the bridge. Working to sort this all out.>> she reports. She does look around, but since Rial is there too, she sets to work quickly.
Sajin is about to turn back towards the Big Droid, and just as he does a blaster bolt slams into the handsome Hapan. It explodes against a weak point in his armor causing a bright buldging flash. Sparks erupt and smoke plumes, adding to the already fuming heated atmosphere of the ship. The King of Drik flies across the ship, several feet away from where he was, slamming into a bulk head with a loud and unpleasent thud. He slumps down, his body limp and unmoving, aparently out of it. It takes him a moment, dropping the knife from his hand. He starts to stand up against the hull. The smoke still smolders up from his wounded gut, blood and meat hanging out... things... important things just lurching out and wanting to tumble away from his body painting the grey armor with crimson red blood. He shouts with anger and he screams with the rage of a Vorskyr. Sjin pulls his DL-44 and fires with blind rage towards what's left of the big droid who shot him into a blood splatter pattern against the hull, staggering forward like an undead armored husk.
"FFFFFFAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRKKKK YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU!" Oriana could be told of his noble death. He died fighting, saving some people from space assholes.
None of the humans would survive in the heat that has built to nearly intolerable levels for the Mustafarians. They wear environmental suits in the crew quarters.
Panicked, the head engineer pushes past Zhu and company, "Ggggggo, ccccarrrgggo bbbbbreak nnnow." He is gone towards engineering before he finishes explaining. The ship begins to right itself thanks to the efforts of the Rial and the others who made it to the bridge.
The King of Drik howls in rage while the competent doctor, the new Princess, disembowels droids leaving parts scattered behind her.
It's a win. Not without cost. A question remains: who sent the battle droids to hijack the ship?
No more droids, things are stabilizing. Only one more thing to do there. <<"Prepping the ship for transport. I can get the to the surface if they need...">> Hadrix's voice rumbles over comms. He doesn't need to shepherd, he doesn't need to man the ship. He -does- need to make sure kriffers don't crawl all over his speeder, or the Imperial Walker now gracing the primary bay. Is anyone surprised that's there?
Rial Het exhales in slow relief, tapping the ship's intercom to share aloud, <<"Looks like we've got her under control. Dyannah, luv: I'm uploading the ship's database to you, so's we can see how this mess got started, aye? By the wayside: is the shooting over, yet?">>
Jax leans up against a rail as Yan (What a Man!) saves the day. He takes a moment turning off his saber. "I think I need a moment." He says and looks at the scene. "We survived.... Go us."
As the bigger droid goes down, Sesti sheathes her blades and looks around. "Be right back," she tells her husband, making a snap decision based on what's hanging out of Sajin's stomach. As she walks she unhooks her medpac so that she can reach into it better, immediately finding what she needs to tend to the prince, if he calms down enough to let her. Once he's settled and stabilized with a patch bound over his stomach, she walks back to her husband and binds his wound, speaking quietly in his ear.
Aryn is still out in the corridor watching the droids. What with the rising heat and steaming debris, molten metal, and defeated automatons, it's not exactly a clear picture and more threats could surface at any moment. The hand holding her lightsaber drops back to her side, and the blade retreats into the hilt following a metallic whining. She keeps hold of it, and leaves once she's sure it's safe. There were probably some aliens that needed rudimentary first aid. Aryn had brought her kit of nexu bandages, oh and the stethoscope. That might be helpful.
"Alright let's go coming through move it move it move it!" That was Zhu Yan, Mustafarian Herder. MUSTAFARIANISM, TOKE UP AND SMOKE UP, REGGAE MON. Whoops what was that? He was absolutely, definitely shepherding the insectoid interlopers towards Hadrix's ship, and was absolutely going to turn them loose, and had no luck suppressing the occasional childish giggle from slipping out as he thought about his petty, unnecessary revenge.
Sajin stumbles around until he finds a wall to lean up against. <<"FRUGG, man.">> Seems being in pain makes him extra annoyed. Though, he's held back from going anywhere while Sesti replaces his innards /back/ into his innards. He makes his way back into the shuttle and probably to more proper facilities to care to his wounds.
