Log:Monkey Lizard Starport Disco II: Electric Boogaloo

"There are too many mother Kriffing Monkey Lizards in this mother kriffing spaceport."

OOC Date: June 30, 2021
Location: Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Hahtavi Kora, Jax Greystorm as Self/GM, Khalim, Mandl, Saturi, Tamsin Cas, Wrrlryyhn, Xyomara

[ Jax Greystorm (Jax)]

A storm raged across the Corellian District, as rain poured down in waves and lighting crashes all around. Ships of all makes, models, and sizes swarmed around the CoreStar Space Port and Bazaar. The ships coming and going while sentients were inside shopping.

A bored Corsec officer, a human woman with dark hair and skin with a permanent scowl patrolled the food court. For once there wasn't any crime in sight not even a lottiering Talz to beat on.

A older gungan male, salmon skinned, was stationed at his food cart. He was currently handing a meat pie to a small rodian child.

Up in the top level of Corestar was the space traffic control, an old grizzled Duros was on his fifth cup of caf and lost count how many tabac stick he'd smoked. HIs ashtray was pouring over. He looks at the chipper Wroonian young man who was sitting before him with way too much disdain as the young man guided ships to the proper birth with only five or six near misses this shift. The duros grumbles, "I'm too Kriffing old for this."

A C-Roc Gozanti transport named the Dantooine Fields begins its descent towards a landing pad. In the control Cabin a flight team talked to the chipper flight control and begin its trip to the designated landing pad. The co-pilot presses a button on the consol, "Grevin, hows it going back there? We're coming in for a landing. Make sure the cargo is secured."

A bearded brown haired man dressed as a spacer steps up to Gungan with the cart and says in a Corellian accent, "I'll take one of those."

[ Xyomara (Xyo)]

Xyomara was just out on CoreStar, checking the compe- expaning her customer base for naval goods, walking around, pompously as ever, in her uniform, the pistol in the polished holster and the sword in the shining scabbard, expecting nothing

[ Khalim (Kh)]

The Blur, settled into a pad-adjacent rental revetment near a line of private hangars, sits quietly now. The past half an hour it had shown signs of sporadic life, primarily the sublight drives repeatedly powering up and then back down. Silence from the ship had returned, and been sustained, until the vessel's aft boarding ramp had slowly descending to that soft thud of rubberized ramp-guard meeting hardened duracrete tarmac.

"I'm telling you, it sounded -exactly- the same. I'd been afraid we'd find womp rats in the primary conduit line. Infestations... sometimes they just /happen/." Down the ramp step a Mirialan and Pantoran, Khalim and Saturi continuing a conversation that had begun several compartments earlier. He gives a discomforted side-long look. "Do you think we missed anything? Those critters are surprisingly nimble."

[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)] Always the rain. And always, Tamsin without any form of shelter. The good doctor half stuck her head out of the doorway leading into the main starport from the C.E.C. Center, clearly wondering how quickly she would have to run to avoid the rain that was pouring down. Ah well, this was her usual mode sort of thing, and after taking a minute to make certain that her bag was secured and unlikely to be rained in (on was fine), she ducked out, the sheer force of the water sheeting down immediately plastering her hair down into her face. Ah well, she had a hand free to push it out of her eyes. Now to orient herself in the right direction.

[ Hahtavi Kora (Haht)]

A Mandalorian has stepped to the edge of hangar P2. Hahtavi's helmet is off, clipped to his untility belt. A rifle and a flamer are slung over his back to one side of his jetpack. He stands there in his heavy battle armor, a juvenile kimogila skin cloak hanging off the other side and shoulder. A clan Kora sigil marks the breastplate of his Dreadfinder armor with the hand and spiral flame over his heart.

Just a little bit ago he's brought his Kimogila heavy fighter in to land and taxied it to park inside of the hangar. He eyes the downpour and reaches a gloved hand to one of the pouches along his belt. A moment is spent to pull things out to roll himself a smoke. Moonweed. A few minutes to chill the hell out before he gets on with the rest of his evening.

A moment later Hahtavi has lit his weed and draws a long slow taste of it ere he continues watching the goings on in the starport. Hmmm. What's he want for supper thisevening anyway? Something ... spicy.

[ Mandl (Man)]

Mandl waves the wand of a power-washer over the hull of the _Liquid Diet,_ murmuring into their chest-mounted comlink: "Atebee, tell Nine-enn to re-run the crystallography scan of the windshield and portholes when I've finished rinsing the ship. I don't want the ray-shield generators soaking in Nar's finest industrial runoff?"

[ Wrrlryyhn (Wrr)]

A Nella docked in her berthing. The ramp lowered allowing a tall, hairy figure to descend. The Wookiee wore her armor as was mostly habitual at this point. She issues a command to one of her droids, ordering it back in the ship. Safer for the R2 not to be in tow, while on Nar Shaddaa. Wasaka, the translator, on the other hand, she kept with her, worn on her woven belt. As she began her decent, she caught sight of several familiar figures. Talk about a small Moon! She waved a large hand, giving a friendly warble.

[ Saturi (Uri)]

"Khalim, I'm not really a mechanic." Saturi follows behind the Mirialan at a steady pace. She keeps herself a few feet behind the man, speaking forward at him. "That's why I hired one to handle this sort of thing." Her arms sway harmlessly at her side. "It sounded weird, but, I'm not certain that I would be worried about an infestation of giant rats." The woman's expression is best described as skeptical. "Maybe your ship is just getting old."

A golden glance is given to the underside of the vessel. "They do age...it's likely a mechanical problem." She shrugs. "I would stop stressing about it."

[ Jax Greystorm (Jax)]

The Gungan eyes the bearded man for a moment, "Yousa look muey familiar but not somebody I see for a long old time. I got a very bad feeling about this." He says as he accepts the spacers money and gives the man the meat pie. He nods to the cooler in front of the cart. "There being where the fizzpop is."

The spacer smiles as he takes the meat pie, "Relax old timer. I probably just got a face that familiar. Though I feel like I've been here before. It'll be alright, trust in the force." Jax says as he digs into the ice chest and finds the fizzpop he wanted. He opes it up. The fortune displays, "Duck and Cover." The Gungan frowns, "That is muey bad ju-ju. Maybe Isa be closing shop early." Jax shrugs, "Fizzpop isn't always right." The he turns to head toward one of the shops in the upper levels and a lift to get him there. Eating his snack as he goes.

Inside the Dantooine Fields cockpit, there is just the hideous sound of laughter filling the room. The copilot looks to the senior pilot, "You don't think Grevin provoked the live cargo?" The senior pilot frowns, "Look go check on him make sure everything is secure, I got the Wroonian Wonder again bringing us in. I bet you Griles is chewing his tabac stick in anger." The Co-pilot rises from their chair and heads to the door and as she reaches for the button, the pilot calls out, "Waiii...!" But it comes too late and the door opens and in pours a horde of Monkey Lizards.

The Wroonian Wonder is tracking the Dantooine Fields and guiding it into its landing pad. When the ship just nose dives and goes plowing towards the spaceport and colliding with a Hwk-290. The Wonder calls out, "Griles! I got problems something happened to the Field. They're crashing and all I get is this on the com. The hideous laughter and howls of Monkey Lizards.

[ Xyomara (Xyo)]

Xyomara looks over, noting both a blue person and a Wookie, frowning- Will they notice her? I mean, her... customer-hunt cut short might be the worst that happens to her today

[ Khalim (Kh)]

Spying a familiar shaggy form having just emerged from a nearby Nella, Khalim raises a hand in hello in response the Wrrlryyhn's wave. A humored dark brown gaze shifts back to the Pantoran, a wry tug at dark green lips as he retorts, "Old? The ship's newer than... than..." He shakes his head as a light chuckle escapes. "I /CAN'T/ stop stressing about it. But perhaps... I could potentialy stress less. If it is some kind of miniature womp rat family, maybe I just consider them free pets. They'll eventually chew through to a plasma injector conduit or something and the problem will be solved naturally." Yeah, every problem he's ever had would be solved in an instant.

As the pair reach duracrete, Saturi some handful of steps behind, Khalim opens his mouth to say something else when the looming shadow of that Gozanti is quickly followed by the ship itself. "Oh kriff," he says just as it impacts the pad - and an unfortunate HWK-290 - with a grinding crunch and screech of metal and buckling duracrete. The man's only response is to crouch, a hand thrown back to grasp at anything Saturi-connected in a mindless effort to bring her down as well.

[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]

Tamsin had only just cleared both hair and water from her eyes, when the screaming of metal on metal broke over the normal commotion of the spaceport, and she spun around, catching sight of the big beats of a ship skidding down onto the deck and heading for one of the ship's already on the pad. She did not bother asking questions. Instead, she simply took off as a sprint to try to get through the crowds of bodies and equipment to get there, danger of flying debris be ****ed.

[ Hahtavi Kora (Haht)]

Hahtavi is chilling, just inside of the Kora hangar enough not to be getting wet. Getting a little high but it's mild stuff. Standing there, his eyes half lidded, he might be thinking about sacking out for a nap before supper after the day he's had. That is until ...

It's the noise that jerks his attention sharp and alert. That sound of a ship colliding with another ship out there in the starport. It pricks the little hairs all up the back of his neck, "Ibac's an vi linibar."

Nope, no rushing out there into the rain just yet to go try to help people. Hahtavi stays put but keeps a sharp ey on how that crash settles. He takes one more draw on his joint and then tosses it into the rain, exhales the trace of smoke and unclips his helmet. The Mandalorian can see people running. Mostly away from the wreck, but at least one person running towards it. Doctor Cas, of course. "Drek."

His helmet he puts on. Hahtavi starts to head out into the rain. Maybe it's just curiosity, wanting to know what's caused the accident and see how long it's going to take to clear it up. He's not in a rush to get there though.

[ Mandl (Man)]

Mandl drops the power-washer, scurrying behind the center-mass of their ship! Atebee, the protocol unit safely inside, jabbers something in Bithese across the open comm: "Extended warranty on the line? At _this_ moment?!"

[ Wrrlryyhn (Wrr)]

The Wookiee grabs a rain cloak as she exits the ship and activates the ramp to seal back up. She starts towards some of those familiar faces when a the horrific sounds of a crash fills her senses. Like Tamsin, the Wookiee takes off towards the wreck. Wrr reaches for the med-pac affixed her woven belt. Whyile Dr. Cas will be better suited to attending any possible wounded, it never hurts to have a spare set of strong hands to do the heavy lifting. Combat medic Wookiee to the rescue!

[ Saturi (Uri)]

"Let go." The Pantoran swats at Khalim's attempt to help her into a crouch. She stares at the mess of a crash before her. "I'm fine." is only said after she is able to confirm her safety. The lack of debris slamming into her head is always comforting. "We should go...immediately." A glance is given to the Void Blur, then her ship at the far side of the port. "CorSec will be here to help with that." Saturi looks nervous at the mention of the notorious security force. "They're not my biggest fan."

"I had an encounter with them at the aquarium once." Her glance shifts to the stooped Mirialian. "It didn't go well...I should get to my ship."

[ Jax Greystorm (Jax)]

The Hwk-290, the Fire Queen verses off and starts to rise and then suddenly explodes in a fire ball.

The Dantooine Fields falters in the air for the briefest of moments before the large transports slams down onto the landing pad and goes skidding along nearly off it. The metal whines under the scraping. Griles, the old Duros, has pushed the Wroonian out of his chair and sitting at the console. He has a headset to one ear as he chews on his tabac stick. "Dispatch. I need several rescue crews. We got a 20503. Multiple ship collision, fire, and damage to land 39-Abesh-23."

The Dantooine Fields lays there like a beached sea creature. Not sure if it's dead or not. It's the quiet before the storm.

The Corsec Officer is running full speed towards the danger in between breaths, "Dispatch there's a 20503! Officer Lyrign on the way to investigate. Requesting back-up."

That's when the Dantooine Fields comes to life or rather the sound emergency hatches opening then the cargo ramp extends partially. Then from the ship stream the Monkey Lizard in the thousands. The sounds of hooping and hollering drowning out all other sounds. Like a wave the creatures start bounding and jumping towards anyone they see. The main horde heading towards the Bazaar.

The old Gungan had followed Lyrign to the doors of the Bazaar. He sees the horde coming. "Nots a again!!" Then turns and takes off running towards a shelter, "Findda Safety! Theysa coming!"

Lyring pulls her blaster fires. Then looks at it and then the horde. "Nope." Then turns to run. <Cancel Request Dispatch. I quit.>

The crash knocks Jax around in the lift sputters to a stop. Jax frowns, "This is problematic. What's going on out there?" Then starts to try to find a way out of the lift.

[ Xyomara (Xyo)]

Xyomara blinks as she tries to dive away from the Dantooine, before quickly reaching for her weapons.... those monkey's don't look good. Now quick, battle plan... before they charge towards her!

[ Hahtavi Kora (Haht)]

And /that/ is why the Mandalorian isn't running towards the crash - because the other ship explodes when collided with. You never know how far that will cascade and make a spreading mess of massive proportion so Hahtavi's definitely not rushing in. He even slows his step and pauses to watch for a minute to see just how /far/ this is going to get out of hand and whether or not it's smarter to head back into the hangar.

Nope, not too bad. It's on the far side and seems to have stopped. Good enough. The Mandalorian resumes his walking in that direction until Hahtavi sees something starting to pour out of the ship. He stops again and uses the binoc optics in his helmet to zoom in and get a better look. Oh, that's not good. Then? Hahtavi starts LAUGHING!

[ Khalim (Kh)]

Khalim's grip releases, Saturi freed, as he assesses the lay of that crash. Fairly even impact, and the Gozanti had neither broken up nor exploded. That Hawk, sadly, had not been quite as lucky and the Mirialan's gaze had watched that fireball streak for a moment then plummet to duracrete.

At the Pantoran's urged 'We should go' he turns back to the cerulean-hued woman. Khalim only manages to get out "We should help" when the transport's cargo begins to spill out onto Parmac proper. That howling, laughing, hooping-and-hollaring takes on a chilling aspect. As they step off the ramp, Khalim remotes it closed. "Getting to your ship takes us past..." He points at the emerging wave of monkey lizards. "That."

[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]

Tamsin, she was not entirely without common sense, and just as the two ships collided, she ducked down, using a cargo transport for protection, lest the explosion send something flying and on fire in her general direction. She soon popped up again, a jack without a box, rocking back on her heels as she watches the bodies streaming out of the ship. And right in her direction. Ah, well. Tamsin ducked down, picking up a storage cylinder that had rolled free of its storage clamp, hefting it in hand and aiming for the first incoming monkey she could see. Come and get it, monkey boy. You were between her and the crew of the Gozanti. The container flew from her hand, but far missed the mark. Monkeys were squirrelly creatures. Cursed things. She reached down, trying to find something else to use as ammo.

[ Mandl (Man)]

Mandl's reaction to the oncoming tide of furious-- beaked-- half-sentient troublemakers is to *snakt* pull a globe from beneath their outer coat, and send it sailing toward the ravenous pack nearest everyone's only geologist they actually know! Fire in the hole!

[ Wrrlryyhn (Wrr)]

The Wookiee ducked in near Tamsin, as they both took cover while one of the ships exploded. She warbled softly to herself as her head popped up to take stock of the situation. Now, in addition to crumbled duracrete, twisted metal, and exploding fire there was now an avalanche of whooping creatures. Monkey lizards? Really? Wrr picked her way out of her cover, leaned back a bit to get a good breath.... And roared fiercely at the wave of Kowakians threatening to swarm her.

[ Saturi (Uri)]

The Pantoran's mortified facial expression is accompained by an excited, "Help?!" Her hand gestures to the encroaching sea of monkey lizards. "Absolutely /not/!" She takes a few steps back up the Void Blur's ramp. "I've changed my mind. We'll leave on your ship." Saturi isn't wanting to stick around and assumes that Khalim won't force the issue.

"I'm going to call the ship and have them meet us at Parmac's." A holo-communicator is drawn out and her call is initiated. The blue image of an older woman dressed in a naval uniform appears. "Captain." She greets the miniature figure. "Did you see the crash? I won't be coming aboard." A pause to glance at the pests. "Take off and dock at the whale."

[ Jax Greystorm (Jax)]

The horde starts to scurry and swarm over ships. They start to climb up and along the ships. If the ramp was down they're inside. A number of Captains follow the Corsec Officers leave and straight up 'Nopes' Out. Small transports start to rise up into the air though many covered in monkey lizards themselves. A Broadsword gets about 5 feet off the air with Monkey lizards raining off and then its engines jam and it crashes back down. There's the sound of a blaster as somebody fires off into the horde. Nar Shaddaa justice at its finest. A pack find their way into a street vendor selling frag grenades and wine. It doesn't take long for the creatures to show the vendor, the wisdom off this plan. The glass of the vendor is smashed and one Monkey retrieves a pack of grenades. Another group steal several bottles of wine. There's sinister laughter and an "uh-oh." As armed frag grenade lands in the vending machine. Moments later the vending machine and some monkeys go flying in a ball of doom. This amuses the monkey enough that he starts throwing his grenades everywhere. Some armed and some not so armed. Xoyomara lucks out as its an unarmed fag thrown at her. Less lucky is the bottle of wine that comes flying after it followed by a pack of six monkey lizards.

One of the monkey Lizards gives Tamsin an evil monkey finger point before flinging itself at her.

Mandl leaves a pack stuck together.

3 run from Wrrlryyhn till they realize they outnumber her. Then all turn and mimic her.

Khalim and Saturi aren't going to have time to get to the Blurr as one comes flying up the ramp at the blue skinned woman.

Jax get the roof access to his lift open and looks up to see a Monkey lizard come bounding down at him. Jax can be heard shouting, "Why do you have a taser!"

Griles has turned pale and grabs the rookie, "We got to get this place locked down now." The rookie, "What?" THen looks out the window, " I need a new job." Griles frowns, " Kriff you kidd. Dispatch send everyone."

Xyomara is attacked by monkeys, dodging the grenade, the bottle coming down with a crack right next to her, trying to shoot the bunch whihc doesn't work. She screams and runs off, waving her sword wildly

[ Khalim (Kh)]

Saturi. Pragmatic to the core. Sometimes, though, purified pragmatism was the answer, and Khalim looks between the woman, that oncoming Kowakian horde, and the Blur, each driving a conflicting, contradictory thought. Finally, that dark brown gaze spots figures beginning to approach the wreckage. Wrrlryyhn, bellowing a challenge to the first wave of lizards she encounters. Tamsin, flowing across the tarmac from cover to cover, then hurtling - with startling force - some kind of container at one particularly obnoxious lizard scurrying at the head of the pack. People he knew.

"You're not wrong," he says, turning back to the Pantoran. "We should leave." A moment passes, dark brown meeting gold, before he adds, "But... we should help in the best way we can." A curled hint of a smile draws upon those green lips. "With an assault vehicle. Then we'll get out of here." Is this simply an excuse to unladen the Blur's cargo compartment? For fun?

Yes.

That's about as far as his rapidly evolving plan gets before it quickly devolves in the sudden rush of hollaring monkey lizard as one flies at Saturi. As it reaches the blue-skinned woman he winds up a kick and boot meets monkey arse with a resounding thud.

[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]

Tamsin was, if a terrible canister thrower, a fine example of a dodging machine, and as one of the lizards screeched, gave her the monkey finger, and launched itself with a ululating howl at her, Tamsin tucked and rolled to the side, keeping hold of her bag with one hand, and tossing off the piece of debris she'd picked up, more to get a hand free, than in an attempt to try to actually hit the money who had decided to take a jumping, howling leap at her face. Perhaps luck would be with her and she could knock it off its game. It had already done so to her. Alas, it sailed right past the creature. Probably made it mad too.

[ Hahtavi Kora (Haht)]

All right. On second thought, Hahtaiv toggles his coms with his clan, <<"Koras, Hahtavi. Looks like we had a little ship crash out in the Corellian Port. Bunch of monkey lizards spilling out. Best close up the hangar, seal it up tight. Anybody else wants to come out and lend me a hand, flamers might help them think twice about getting in there."

Troublesome smart little dreks, monkey lizards. Hutts love the little buggers.

The Mandalorian hasn't gone far from the Kora hangar. Hahtavi slips his flamer rifle from his back and clips it to his tactical rig, firing it up to make it ready. Any of those little beasties come his way, he'll fry'm - /if/ he can hit them. They are really fast little buggers. Do Monkey Lizards taste good char broiled? Hmmm, maybe?

He holds his place and waits, watching the antics break loose all over the starport. Nobody's paying him to leap into that mess so Hahtavi waits to see if any of the monkey lizards come his way. Anybody want to hire a Mando on the spot? Ooooh! A few of them /do/ make it all the way over to him and as they do, Hahtavi opens up with the flamer! Even so, at least one of them gets around him really fast and suddenly climbs the back of his legs to bite him in the butt in a softer part of his armor between the plates. It doesn't pierce the seals but it can bruise! <"Ve'ganir off ni gar kih rekker! Bic ni skana'din!"> WHOOOSH goes the flamer, plasma fire billowing out to see if he can fry him some monkey lizards!

[ Mandl (Man)]

Mandl, continuing to angle for cover using their own vessel as a deterrent, keeps pitching glue-grenades at the horde! Perhaps Dr. B'rot can pin enough of the blighters down to give another combatant the opening they need!

[ Wrrlryyhn (Wrr)]

Wrr sighs as the three Kowakians she tried to scare off, turned back to mock her. Fine. The Wookiee swept her long arms, to gather up those nearby Monkey lizards and huck them across the space port. Perhaps even into a nearby ship. The Wookiee roared again. Take that monkey.

[ Saturi (Uri)]

"I'm not getting in that thing." Saturi responds with a snarky tone. Her native accent starts to peak through with the stress. "We've got to leave." She adds with emphasis. The woman skips up the ramp with a purpose, but it isn't enough to save her from the wrath of her stray 'friend'.

"The Pantoran shrieks as she is bit in the right side. Her arms flail in surprise, almost unintentionally blocking Khalim's aidful kick.

With a smooth glide, her left hand drops to her hip, draws out her golden blaster, and levels it at the stationary target. There isn't much left of the monkey after she pulls the trigger, hate and passion in her eyes. "Disgusting." She says with a grip at her wounded side. "What /vile/ creatures." A glance is cast to her accomplice. "It /bit/ me." Her hand is offered for showing, blood on it from the bite. "And I thought I hated mynocks."

She starts for the ULAV, resigning to the green man's plan.

[ Jax Greystorm (Jax)]

The first Monkey Lizard makes it way into the Bazaar there's an odd moment as the creature looks around for a moment. Then vocalize, "Welcome Huttmart Shoppers. Shop Huttmart shop smart." Then goes leading the pack into the store. Soon there will be Monkey Lizards in the froze custard toppings bar. A young Warronian trapped in a bathroom with a female Monkey Lizard.

Jax climbs out of the hole that was the lift to find Griles. He looks at the Duros and the tabac stick eating duros looks at Jax. Griles asks, "Who are you? How did you get here?" Jax shrugs, "I was heading to the observation deck on the top level. I.." Then Griles throws his heads up, "Actually I don't care. I need the facility locked down. Since I got to coordinate. It looks like you just volunteered." Jax looks down at the sight below. Crashed ships, a horde of monkey lizards running amuck. "I should of stayed in bed. That explains the one with the taser in the lift. What do you need me to do?" Griles looks at Jax, " Take this data card and I need it used to activate the shield generators in the subbasement." Jax heads to the lift and then stops, "I'll take the stairs."

Off in the distance the lights and sirens of emergency speeders heading their way to help can be seen.

Those near the crashed Dantooine Dreams hear something even more bone chilling, a roar that can be heard over the laughter. Then moments later a Rancor being ridden by a monkey lizard emerges from the cargo hold. The Monkey lizard horde look at each other and start running. Play time is over.

[ Khalim (Kh)]

After the monkey lizard is delivered that Pantoran coup-de-grace, Khalim regards Saturi's bloodied hand, then the bite mark thats's marred her flank. Her move towards the lowered cargo ramp prompts him to quick-step up into the Blur's bay. To the side, the compact form of a Rebellion-era ultra-light assault vehicle. "Turret!" he calls out, then opens the cockpit's side hatch and quickly clambers inside. The vehicles repulsor-coils whine to life.

[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]

Tamsin, who had almost made it to the ship, pulled up short, as she saw not just a monkey lizard, but an actual lizard (where rancors lizards, she didn't know) and she crouched, expression intent, as she waited to see what could be done to avoid the mad monkey leading the slavering beast, "Where is that falleen when you need him?" She cast her eyes around, looking for something she could use.

[ Hahtavi Kora (Haht)]

While he's pretty busy burning Monkey Lizards into snacks, Hahtavi does just /barely/ catch sight of something a lot more worrisome. <"Kriff me."> /That/ is a rancor or he's a monkey lizard's shebs! He glances at his flamer rifle and thinks 'Nope'. That's not going to do it. Hahtavi /could/ go into the hangar and light up his kimogila and fly around the spaceport shooting at it but the odds of him hitting too many other things aren't good. No doubt the Port Authority would not be pleased with him. So instead he bends his legs and fires off his jetpack.

Up, up and away! The Mandalorian flies on up to the top of the Kora hangar and lands, his heavy boots thunking down. The maglocks are set to stabilize him into place. Hahtavi then sets about swapping from his flamer to his rifle.

It's not /nearly/ as much fire power as a rancor ranks but it's what he's got. Missile Launcher is still on his shopping list.

[ Wrrlryyhn (Wrr)]

Wrr was still busy trying to establish her dominance among the monkey lizards. She hadn't pulled a weapon, because, frankly shooting a Kowakian with the bowcaster seemed, low. However, the sound of something bug, and angry charging fro the cargo hold... that was something entirely different. She draw her bowcaster from off her back and powered it up.

A monkey lizard riding a rancor. Now Wrr has seen everything. The Wookiee shakes her head, and takes aim. her bolt goes wide. Hm.

[ Saturi (Uri)]

"This /thing/ is absolutely hideous." Saturi remarks as she climbs into the vehicle. <"How are you supposed to use this thing?"> She winces whilst sliding into the seat. Her hands prod at the controls, leaving a thin layer of red caked on them. <"Khalim."> The timbre of her voice sounds entirely different through the vessel's intercom. <"I don't know what I'm doing.">

A bright green bolt of plasma fires from the turret. It's uncontrolled and completely random. The accidental firing caused by an unintentional bump of the controls. The superheated material collides with the inside of the Void Blur, putting a massive hole in the bulkhead of the ship.

<"If you didn't have an infestation before, you're going to have one now."> The remark is said with a nervous vibrato in her voice. A wave of monkey lizards pour over the tank, fleeing from the Rancor into the fresh opening of Khalim's ship.

[ Jax Greystorm (Jax)]

There's a massive roar from the Rancor and it looks menacingly at those assembled around it. Then the monkey lizard on its head runs over to whisper in its ear. An R2 unit that had just left a Yt-2400 thinking it's safe to go back into the space port gets pointed at the Monkey Lizard. The rancor goes charging the droid grabbing the droid bitting it two then spitting it at Wrr and Tamsin. A half of a droid landing just in front of them as it prepares to charge. There's a howl of laughter from the monkey lizard.

Off in the distance the sound of rescue speeders firing nets can be heard.

Jax reaches the sub level and uses the key card to open the door. THen as a mass of monkey lizards laughing bowl him over. He's attacked and the key card goes flying one of the lizards running to snatch it up.

[ Khalim (Kh)]

There are moments of horror in our lives that seem to slow the universe as they unfold. As Saturi rotates the ULAV's blaster turret Khalim's attention is, by chance, fixed in the same direction, a moment away from moving it onto the loading ramp. He sees, to his absolute horror, Saturi blow a giant chunk of bulkhead out of his mistress... erm, the Blur, with green plasma fury.

<"Saturi!"> he gasps into the ULAV's hot mic, <"Hold fire!"> He'd heard her say, just a moment prior, that she didn't know what she was doing. Tamping down his shock, gaze passing over the still-hot borders of that fresh hole, he returns to piloting the little repulsor vehicle, edging it down the ramp just as a horde of monkey lizards begins climbing. Climbing into the Blur's sizeable cargo bay, and then, he knows, he just KNOWS, deeper into the ship through that new interior entrane.

<"Kriff,"> he mutters, knowing there's nothing to be done about it for the moment. <"KRIFF.">

And then they're outside, repulsors humming, ULAV turning towards... <"Saturi."> His eyes bug for a moment at the sight before him. A kriffing RANCOR. And not far. <"Rancor,"> he says, voice flat, into his headset. The beast is just off-center and it takes but a nudge of repulsor to line it up and with the pull of a trigger a pair of fire-linked laser cannons discharge with static-roars...

[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]

Tamsin, who was partially protected by the storage locker she had been hiding behind, clearly did not have enough common sense to try to avoid the rancor that was now both hurling droid parts at her, and, to add insult to injury, now charging towards where she and Ryn were both located. At least she wasn't charging at the thing like a fool. Instead, she simply kept low, her face set. On the rancor's head, the monkey lizard rancor-whisperer, as if suddenly angry that the rancor was not doing what it was told, scrambled up onto the great beast's head, sharp monkey claws scraping hide as it started trying to dig at the creature's eyes. How dare it disobey it? Him, her? Whatever.

[ Hahtavi Kora (Haht)]

A rifle isn't going to do a lot against a rancor. Maybe get its attention and piss it off, but maybe not even that. But he's up high and Hahtavi's going to do his best with what he's got. The Mandalorian lifts up his modified Galaar and looks through the scope, taking a moment to try and aim for an eye. He might be able to hit it but the eye is pretty tiny and it's moving around, and not real close.

Two shots ring out from the top of the hangar. Bright red bolts flash across the space between. It looked like he hit it but those things are awfully tough against light arms! The bolts don't seem to have done it any harm at all! Just impacted on the bony hide like so much light.

<"Krif."> Some Mando'a mutter follows. Not much else he can do but pop off shots from up here and keep trying to hit an eye. This started out pretty funny - monkey lizards! But it got more serious, fast.

[ Wrrlryyhn (Wrr)]

Wrr jumps aside as the droid gets spat and herself and the Doctor. The Wookiee levels her Bowcaster once more. The thick hide of the beast was going to pose a huge challenge. She steadied the weapon and looked for a place to shoot. She let loose another round, before warbling, mostly to herself. Still, Wasaka broadcast in a mechanical drone to anyone nearby. "wrall woeieowl rwowoal rwowoal rwarrl grarrrl rwarrl rwarrl."

Wasaka (21433) repeats after Wrrlryyhn, "We're going to need a bigger space port."

[ Saturi (Uri)]

<"I'm trying, I'm trying."> Saturi shakes her head back and forth, not certain why she is even giving an attempt to fire the cannon. The ULAV's turret spins about haphazardly, firing green bolts at everything in between. The heated plasma collides with nearby ships, buildings, and other objects. Luckily, nobody is hurt...at least not yet. <"I'm not going to be able to hit anything with this."> The Pantoran assures with an excited tone.">

[ Jax Greystorm (Jax)]

The Rancor roars in rage and pain as the Monkey lizard blinds its right eye. The Rancor reaches up grabbing the monkey Lizard and shoving it maw. Then Wrrlryyhn gets its attention with a bow caster bolt. Rancors pretty much the only creatures that can be said about. It turns and roars at the wookiee but its good eye falls on the Rebel Ulav piloted by Khalim and Saturi. The creature charges the vehicle and runs up grabbing it. Its good eye staring at Khalim and it fogs over the cockpit as it gives him the evil eye. It tries taking a bite of the speeder but finding it tastes horrible throws the speeder towards a transport that isn't the Blurr.

Griles is watching everything on a monitor. He sighs, "I'm too old for this poodoo. I retire next week." Then lights another tabac stick.

Jax is chasing a monkey lizard with a datacard up the steps. "Get back here!"

[ Khalim (Kh)]

That good Rancor eye stares, through partially fogged transparisteel, as Khalim stares back. He feels the vehicle's shift as it's held aloft, and his only thought is to speak - as calmly as he's able - into his headset. <"Saturi... is your seat harness on?">

That bite follows, and a bellow as the Rancor realizes the speeder tastes about as good as it looks. Its metallic turtle shell doesn't seem appetizing enough for a second attempt and the ULAV, along with Saturi and Khalim within it, are flying... flying... until they aren't.

With a crash of metal upon metal the light repulsor vehicle impacts a neighboring light transport, the Ghtroc shoved a meter or two out of position as a result. Khalim's head impacts the transparisteel side-panel of the little craft's cockpit-like canopy and he is clean knocked out. At least for a few moments. Breaths are taken and then a shift, and a groan, and he tries to refocus. It takes a moment for the reality of the situation to return, and he tries to turn around in his seat, to look behind him. <"Saturi?">

[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]

Tamsin, who popped up from where she had been crouching as she saw the Rancor now heading away from her (yay!) but towards the ULAV (boo!), scuttled forward, trying to keep the creature in view, as if she could miss it. It was probably for the good that most of the monkeys had scattered, as she tried to get clear towards the debris the rancor had left behind in its rampage and moved into the line of sight of its one remaining eye, before it could attack the ULAV again. When she spoke, it was not in basic, but in a language of odd beats and tones, that brought to mind binary, in its inflection and cadence, but was not that either, soothing and calming, for all its oddity. The tones of it seemed to be enough to capture the creature's attention, as Tamsin stood there, small for a near-human, and tiny against a rancor, trying to keep its attention on her and not on its chosen target.

[ Hahtavi Kora (Haht)]

The Rancor is running amok, throwing speeders and other things around, demolishing droids, causing all sorts of havok. Hahtavi is bound and determined to shoot it in the eye even has the monkey lizard plucks one of its eyes out!

But then, Tamsin Cas rushes in and ... what the kriff is she doing?!? The Mandalorian lowers his rifle when it seems that she somehow CALMS the beast? Is that possible? How? Hahtavi is confused, making him think of Jedi or something. It's very strange, but then he has seen others take command of raging beasts before, so who knows?

When it finally becomes evident that the worst of the show is over, and the monkey lizards have either been destroyed or scattered into the city, Hahtavi ignites his jetpack to come back down to the tarmac.

Another day, another adventure. Now he's hungry.

[ Saturi (Uri)]

Nobody told her to put on a seatbelt before she got into the turret's seat. The launching throw was enough to jostle the Pantoran inside of the ULAV's cabin. Slamming her head into the dash of the controls, Saturi ended up knocked into an unconcious state. She doesn't respond to any of Khalim's wellfare checks, likely causing a degree of worry!

[ Wrrlryyhn (Wrr)]

Wrr lowered as the Rancor's head swung towards her. She prepared for impact. Only it never came. Instead the beast took great exception to Khalim's ULAV. "woeieowl." Swearing, she started dodging over wreckage to get to the discarded vehicle, with her friend inside. In her periphery, she noted Tamsin calm the rancor. At least that was one thing she didn't have to worry about.

The Bow caster gets swung to her back once more. As she reaches the ULAV. She braces herself to wrench open a door to check the occupants. "rwowoal rwarrl?!" The expletives, Wasaka seems to edit out, not translating the Shyriiwook curse. When she warbles in concern for Khalim, Wasaka translates her personal designation for him. 'Green star/Khalim.'

Wasaka (21433) repeats after Wrrlryyhn, "Bleep. Green star?!"

[ Mandl (Man)]

Mandl, watching Tamsin's miracle rabbit-pull as shocked as anybeing else, likewise creeps carefully out and begins the search for injured survivors?

[ Jax Greystorm (Jax)]

The Rancor stops and looks at Tamsin twisting it head this way and that. It almost resembles a bird in a cage in its movement. There's a chirping sound as it tries to 'talk' to Tamsin. It's a that moment that the Emergency rescue team arrives. A number of shock nets hit the rancor and the mighty creature comes crashing down tased. Just like the nets that hit many of the monkey lizards. Though many escape to make their own comeback in surprising ways.

Jax stands tired at the entrance. He's fighting with this third or fourth monkey lizard over the card. He looks out the glass doors to see whose arriving now." Yay, we're saved."

The space port and most of the shops have all been damaged. Ships wrecked, infrastructure damaged. The clean up crews were going to have a time with this.