Log:Misdemeanor, Felony, Murder

Misdemeanor, Felony, Murder

OOC Date: July 22, 2017
Location: Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Stavros, Jehni'va Cihn

Long story short: Jehn goes from victimized bystander to willing accomplice faster than you can say "Stockholm Syndrome."

Ah, a peaceful slice of Nar life outside the Defiance hangar. Jehni'va Cihn - pilot, mechanic, keeper of carnivorous gourds, and smoker of many things - has locked herself out for the third time this week. "TRASH MONSTER!" She grumbles to herself, angrily smudging at the rain that clings to her forehead and succeeding only in leaving another line of grease on her skin. She's filthy - probably just back from a job somewhere, she and her jumpsuit look like they've just crawled through an oil spill. Play sad music, show the Dawn logo, and cut to a charming picture of her in a sink. "Trash...y? Trash flames. Flaming trash. Fiery poops... Kriffin' kriff."

Stavros tests his Sleight of Hand skill at a 100 difficulty.

 -Failed- (-3).

A twi'lek in business robes parks a hovercar on a platform at the same height as the main CoreStar platform. He locks it, with no visible action taken, and walks past Jehni'va to the turbolift leading to his hangar or place of business. He bumps into a tall, oblivious Zeltron talking loudly on a comlink. "-can't understand you. Are you inside a reactor core? Come on, you need to replace-" As they impact, the Zeltron nearly trips, but with a quick recovery and a grab at the twi'lek, stays upright - and so does the businessman. "So sorry," he mouths to the twi'lek as he turns and continues walking and talking- right by Jehn outside the turbolift trying to remember the damn code, as if he has no idea where that lift goes, what the code is, or who that ever-so-charming pilot might be.

The hovercar unlocks, Stavros opens the door, and the whine of repulsorlifts begins- and the twi'lek businessman comes running, heedless of Jehn blocking his way. "That's _mine,_ you thief!"

Jehni'va Cihn tests her Dodge Melee skill at a 100 difficulty.

 -Failed- (-27).

Was that Stavros? One would assume that another member of Defiance would assist this damsel in distress with the door, right? Absolutely not, they're all trash. All of them. But that isn't Jehn's biggest problem, her /biggest/ problem is the Twi'lek that is charging her. "What did I do?" She squeaks out in surprise, mistaking his aim and intentions, and looking up too late. In her hurry to jump away from him, Jehn panics and goes the wrong way, smashing her face right into the door she has been trying to unlock for seven and a half minutes, bouncing /off/ that door, and crashes into the Twi'lek instead.

Stavros tests his Dodge Melee skill at a 100 difficulty.

 +SUCCESS+ (14).

Stavros tests his Melee:unarmed skill at a 100 difficulty.

 +SUCCESS+ (50).

The hovercar's headlights come on, and the car starts to accelerate - then guilt kicks in. Not the car's nonexistent droid programming's morality, but Stavros's. He spins the car around, strafes it sideways towards that two-sapient pileup. He opens the door, reaches out to grab at Jehn, pull her closer to upright, and push her into the hovercar's adjacent driver's seat.

This is complicated by the twi'lek rising to his feet and grabbing at Stavros's arm. So he hip-checks Jehn towards the open car door, twists free of the twi'lek's grasp, and hits the twi'lek in the face with a solid right hook. _Too_ solid. Stavros is holding his right with a pained expression as runs around to the passenger side door and plops down. "Drive! Go-go-go!" In a low voice, he says sadly, "This wasn't supposed to be like this."

The pilot is like a greased monkey; actually, scratch that, she literally is a greased primate - so she disentangles easily from the Twi'lek. She is also way too used to going with the flow, and is easy to swing around and throw this way and that - she's like a gangly, useless rag doll... Nyla is a lucky, lucky woman.

But now she's stealing a car and Jehn is having flashbacks to that time Hex made her steal a bus. Cars are less evil to steal than buses, right? It doesn't matter. "'Kay." Jehn blinks obediently and slams against the controls, shooting the vehicle forward with the roar of acceleration. "Please buckle your seatbelt."

Stavros buckles his seatbelt. The acceleration closes his door _for_ him, and hopefully Jehn's too. Physics! The Zeltron smiles affably and says, looking to his left, "Hi, my name is Stavros. I think I recognize your face, but it's hard to tell beneath the scum." It's getting into the cushions. "Left! Left left, here-" There is no established over there, it's just a path between two buildings- without a bottom in sight, just darkness. "And down! Dive!"

Conversationally, he inquires, "Have you ever been a getaway driver before?"

Jehni'va Cihn tests her Pilot skill at a 100 difficulty.

 +SUCCESS+ (64).

Jehni'va Cihn tests her Pilot skill at a 110 difficulty.

 +SUCCESS+ (78).

To be fair, it would probably be more difficult to recognize her /without/ the scum. She's gross - she's so gross. "Jehni'va. You work for Defiance too, right?" She seems pretty casual about the whole thing, even with the breakneck directions that she follows like a champ. They snap to the left, gravity swinging and pressing down on them with the tightness of the sudden turn, and then seeming to disappear all together as the vehicle drops into the darkness. "Oh yeah, of course. Loads of times - stole a bus for Hex and Naelyn once, swung a bunch of dead slaves out of that mess at the Starport awhile back - you know, they sent me into a firefight on a ship without weapons? Anyway." She shifts in her seat, body pulling up at her restraining belt as they go down, down, down. "What are we getting away from, exactly?"

Does Stavros work for Defiance? "Kind of," he hedges. "And we're running from CorSec." No big deal. He opens the glove box, tossing its contents onto the floor three at a time. "Bunch of boring- ooh." A perfectly sphere of a silver model about the diameter of Stavros's thumb is in his hands- then escapes his hands during the dive.

It hits the roof of the car- and bounces hard back to the floor, and then back up. "Kid's toy," he says dismissively, then opens the space behind both seats. His hand comes back with a pack of cigarillos and a lighter. "Would you like a smoke?" The twi'lek's wallet spills out of Stavros's overworked hands and arms, scattering a few cards in front of Stavros's seat. "Oh, shit. Go faster!"

Despite the toy smacking Jehn upside the head during the dive, she doesn't wreck the speeder and does - indeed - go faster. "Oh." She comments airily, one hand rubbing at the budding welt on her temple. CoreSec, huh? She would have cared more a year ago - but she's already accepted that she's basically a criminal, making the jump to /actual/ criminal isn't going to phase her, much.

At the mention of a smoke, she turns to regard Stavros before wrinkling her nose. "Nah, I've got my own - but I do have some stuff you could put in there when we stop moving." Generous stoners are the best stoners, really. Keeping one hand on the controls, she fishes a joint out of one of her many pockets and offers it over to the Zeltron. "Light that, will ya?"

"Of course, madam," Stavros says, impersonating the formal butler while being driven about in an expensive car like a tycoon. With the lightest touch, the lighter produces a sleek, unidirectional flame of a precise length. He lights it and leans over to slip it into Jehn's mouth, ever so helpfully. "It's not CorSec anymore. I recognize the name on his card. It's-"

He's cut off by the sound of nearby blaster fire. "A gang. Despair. I thought they were in Gearhead- " He looks over his shoulder after getting Jehn her particular brand of smoke. "-ah, I count three swoops with blasters. You got any more moves?" He draws his blaster pistol and starts to roll his window out of the way.

Jehni'va Cihn tests her Pilot skill at a 150 difficulty.

 +SUCCESS+ (3).

Jehni'va Cihn tests her Pilot skill at a 160 difficulty.

 -Failed- (-28).

Puff, puff, puff. It's a good thing Stav rolls that window down, or else they would have a perfect recreation of her ship going in about three minutes. "Always the kriffin gangs." Jehn groans, performing a perfect barrel roll that gives them a lovely view of the blaster bolts zipping harmlessly by. "Oh, hey, watch this -" Instead of continuing to accelerate and run, Jehn does something that, at the time, seems like a brilliant idea but, in practice, abruptly slowing the thing to try and get the swoops in front of them rewards them only with the hard THUNK of something hitting the back bumper hard - was it a swoop? Was it just blaster fire? Either way, it was a bad idea. "Shit, nevermind." They accelerate once more, wavering crazily to avoid the closer shots.

"I think that worked. Maybe." Stavros looks over his shoulder again. "I only count two- wait, there's a third swoop, but it's just hovering there. I think he fell off. Nice. Still, two more to go, and there's nothing I can do but make them nervous-" Stavros fires several shots out the window, gangsta-style, to prove his point.

Jehni'va Cihn tests her Pilot skill at a 160 difficulty.

 +SUCCESS+ (38).

So Jehn can definitely add vehicular manslaughter to her list of accomplishments for the day, nice. Veering suddenly to avoid some structure jutting abruptly from the darkness, Jehni'va crams the vehicle into the darkened, in-air alley space between two massive 'scrapers, takes a deep breath, shoots them straight down again... And cuts the lights off.

"I saw this in a holovid, once." She explains cheerfully, despite the rushing blanket of pitch-black that threatens to crush them to a pulp at any second with an unexpected and unseen obstacle. She slows them to a stop, and waits... And they are rewarded with the distant sounds of swoops passing harmlessly by overhead.

"I'm really glad I didn't hit anything, I had no idea where I was going." Leisurely, she flicks the lights back on and sets them back out the way they came. "So, where are we dropping this thing?" She offers the joint to Stav, probably a little spit damp from its extended time clenched between her lips, and sets to bring this joyride to a close.

~fin