Log:Resistance: Medical Shipment Pickup
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Resistance: Medical Shipment Pickup |
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Saturday 24/March/2018 |
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IC Date |
Atunda 11/Telona/1158 |
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Location |
Nar Shaddaa |
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Appearing |
Lt. Colonel Sar Yavok 1st Lt. Dr. Maeve Zavir Lt. JG David Ironside Flight Officer 3rd Ektor Flight Officer 3rd Dosk & Cadet Raziel Dracos |
Thanks to an anonymous donor two shipments of medical supplies have been acquired and are stored in a secure location on Nar Shaddaa waiting for discreet pickup. One ship and a handful of crew need to quietly visit Nar, pick up the supplies, and just as quietly get back out out Nar without drawing attention to themselves or the goal of their mission. As a secondary goal, some of these supplies need to be diverted to Mon Cal.
Nar Shaddaa - where it rains most of the time, and when it isn't rainy it's overcast, cloudy and murky. Like almost any other day the rain that sheets down from the sky brings with it a steady rush of debris and trash that washes through the lower levels of the city. The deeper into the depths of the city that one descends the worse, more unsanitary and downright gross the run off becomes. There are few patrols that navigate these depths, most of which are private security for others who have interests in this area or roving gangs who have similar interests and dubious 'business ventures' which are as often smuggling related as not.
Having won the coin toss with Dave, the decision to take Maeve's ship was decided upon on the spot and the luxury racing yacht that is the surgeon's current pride and joy is outfitted for this particular mission. Smart enough to leave the driving to Dave, because he IS a pilot and he is a LOT better at the piloting stuff than the doctor is, Mae had taken up the task of explaining where everyone is going and why while Dave is doing the piloty stuff.
"So, we were tipped off to a cache of medical supplies by a source who wants to remain anonymous. Dave and I know the source, so we're confident that the tip is legit and that the shipment will be where the coordinates are indicated. This stuff is essentially two shipments that have fallen off the truck, so to speak, and we're going to need everyone boots on the ground to break the pallets open and get everything into the ship as fast as possible. I don't have a cargo hauler so we don't have any heavy equipment to make the transfer faster, but working together we'll have it done in no time. The only hitch is that this is on Nar Shaddaa, so don't wear any of your gear that'll mark you as resistance members. And if we run into any trouble, try to stun and disarm not kill. We're the good guys, even on the smugglers rock. Any questions?"
As Maeve explains the mission, Dave is at the controls, having spared no time to get the yacht into hyperspace to the planet. His jacket currently devoid of his Resistance identifiers keeping warm in space, he shrugs his shoulders. "Sounds pretty straightforward to me." he replies without looking behind him. "It'll be weird heading into the lower levels again though, after last time."
Ektor is lounging unevenly in one of the posh seats. As the doctor explains the setup, he is one of many who draw their blasters, idly flicking the setting to stun, and returning it to his thigh holster. "So is that a 'no' to getting wasted in the Hutt District, yeah?" he jests with a snicker, nodding and giving a more direct, "Got it, doc."
As Maeve explains the mission detail and the like, Raziel is leaning against the wall of the ship, humming, but nodding a few times then to Maeve. "Yeah, sounds pretty simple to me. Get medical supplies, get out. Quick and easy." he says then, making sure his blaster is switched to stun immediately afterwards.
Dosk flips the setting as the command is given. "Its Nar Shaddaa, most will mind their business, but its Nar Shaddaa, things can happen outside of the norm. Keep cool and be methodical. Worst comes to worse, its easy to disappear here and taxi to another district. You can contact me if I'm around, I can get anyone off planet."
"Which is why we're going to try to do this quiet and non-lethal, if possible," Mae replies as she is checking the inventory of her medpack then securing it to her side. "As to the getting wasted in the Hutt District," and she aims a grin at Ektor, "that's always an option. After we have the supplies and we're away clean," she clarifies before nodding to Raziel. "Quick and Easy and quiet are the watch words of the day," slowly nodding to Dosk as well before she adds: "That's it exactly. Most people mind their own business, save for when paying attention will pay more money than not. I've a flat on planet as well that I maintain, and a small clinic as well if we have to go to ground for some reason. And, while we're not quite on topic, if you haven't needed medical before and don't really know who I am, let me thank you guys in advance for volunteering, sight unseen. I'm Maeve Zavir, trauma surgeon and ranking medical officer at the moment, feel free to just call me Mae but honestly I will respond to 'Doc' or 'Medic' depending on the seriousness of the situation," said with a glimpse of a grin. "Dave of course is David Ironside, fighter pilot," and opens the floor to quick introductions from the rest of the group.
David nods. "That's Lieutenant to most of you. Lieutenant Ironside." he adds with an unseen grin, his eyes focused on the controls as he brings the ship out of hyperspace and the subspace controls kick in. "Listen to Maeve. Or Lt. Zavir. It's her operation, and she knows more about the wares than I do." Pushing the throttle forward, the yacht starts an approach to Nar Shaddaa.
Ektor turns an eye around the yacht as introductions are made. Know you, know you, know you, and oh look! His eye settles on Raziel. "Hey, new guy. Ektor-Xer Apollyon." Calling up to the pilot while pointing at the mercenary, "Hey, El-tee! I ain't the new guy no more." A grin back at Raziel. "Good luck. No one likes the new guy, yeah?"
Raziel looks to Mae as she speaks, nodding a few times but he -does- grin a little bit about getting absolutely wasted in the Hutt District. But he never -did- like anything Hutt related, even though it's figuratively speaking. But his eyes fall on Mae, and then David, then Ektor, who speaks to him. "Raziel Dracos. In this instance, it's with good reason." he has that dangerous look in his eye before he smiles softly. "Nice to meet you all. I'm just the cadet." his weapons are set, his ammo is set, he's good to go! "Sounds like a plan." he finishes then, but he does like the sound of fighter pilot.
Dosk nods at Maeve and listens as David and Ektor speak. Then Raziel. Nodding again at Raziel's introduction. "I'm Dosk, Smuggler and Fighter Pilot, though no comparison to David with fighters, I am in his wing and it is a blast. Though still getting use to flying those fighters in lieu of a freighter, tends to be more sensitive. I'm learning to like the rush."
"Dave is a much better pilot than I am, which is why he's driving. I've only been at this," Mae waves a hand at the ship in general, "for about a month now. I'm decent on the take offs, but my landings still need work," the doctor's tone of voice is honest and edged with humor as she glances through the windows, one hand braced against the frame for a moment. "I almost crashed on my first try, which was a bit of an adrenaline rush, that's for sure. And everyone is the new guy to me, and as long as no one steals drinks the last cup of caf without making a fresh pot, then everyone here is cool on my list. Ok," she turns toward Dave, keys up the coordinates, "we're going to need to wind our way through and to the warehouse where the supplies are. It looks like we're going to need to drop through several levels," and now she frowns, "which means some of the narrow avenues we're not going to fit though. Um.. don't scratch the paint if we can avoid it, ok? The first dents really ought to be the ones I put in place."
Ektor gives a lazy salute to Maeve at the house rules regarding kaf and pots. Raziel's retort earns a chuckle. He glances to Dosk, while jerking a thumb toward Raz. "I like this guy. He's got that 'smiling pretty boy but I'll eat your face' thing going on."
David smiles, turning his head for the first time now, being afforded some time before the ship reaches the skyscrapers of the moon's upper levels. When it does, his focus lies entirely on not scratching the paint on the Leaping Lylek, casually though professionally sinking through air lanes to where the group needs to be. "See, this is fine. No problem at all." he tells Maeve confidently.
Raziel nods a few times as he listens to the rules of engagement....while also listening to apparently the first time that Mae every flew a spacecraft, which just earns a few silent chuckles from him. Though...now Dosk appears to be speaking to him, and he gives a small smile to the fellow. "Sounds like fun. Gotta get used to the rush early, yeah?" he smiles then softly. Another chuckle then for Ektor who speaks. "Glad to have made a friend." he now ists cross-legged...just waiting to land...
Dosk hangs out in the area the rest of the team is in. Grinning at Ektor and slapping Raziel on the back with one of his many arms. "Just listen to the chain." He looks up and says to Maeve and David. "You want us all focusing on the cargo or a couple on security once we land?"
As the Lylek approaches the landing pad that they're aiming for, Mae can't help - doesn't even really try to keep - the look of worry that forms on her expression. "I think we should all keep an eye out for anyone who might decide that we look like a soft, fat target to raid," she admits as the ship is slowing for the approach. "My ship stands out down here simply because it's new and sparkly still. Next time we do something like this, I'll remember that," and there's a bit of fretful worry in the doctor's tone of voice. "Smiling pretty boy but I'll eat your face?" she just has to toss this remark back over to Ektor with a grin. "That's one heck of a way to describe someone," and she winks at Dosk before turning back around and nods to Raziel. "The adrenaline rush is one hell of a high, that's for sure. Not smacking into a landing pad, at speed, and making a crater is also a good way to get an adrenaline rush. Ok Dave, set us down."
"Yeah, I'm glad too," Ektor grins back to Raziel. "See, new guys buy the drinks after the mission's over. Longstanding naval tradition, yeah?" No, it isn't. He grins and half shrugs to Mae. "I ain't wrong, yeah?" As they begin settling toward the ground, Ektor gets out of his seat and starts toward the hatch.
At the doctor's call, David steadies the ship. It's cruising through the lower levels, avoiding the tighter lanes because this particular ship won't fit in them anyway. When the lanes make way for the landing pads, a pull of a lever extends the landing struts and the ship touches down maybe a bit harder than it should, or the loud creak from the landing pad comes from age and lack of maintenance.
Raziel gives a bit of a chuckle then to Mae. "All good points." he says with a hint of that smile of his, before he looks back to Ektor. "Heh, have fun with that." he says then after he's told the new guys buy the drinks. NOT TODAY! "But, if I happen to end up being that guy, then fine by me." he grins then, standing up as the ship comes down for landing. "Just look intimidating. Naturally."
As David brings the ship in to land, Dosk is ready to hit the ramp. He is clad in heavy armor. "Alright as Maeve and David said, in and out fast. I'll help scan out and provide cover unless the coast is clear." He says in anticipation of the ramp lowering.
The landing pad, such as it is, is nothing more than a rust pitted expanse of metal that probably was a decent landing pad - once upon a time, that is. Countless years of exposure to the wind, rain and the constant flood of garbage has eroded away at the metal surface until that ominous creak of sound suggests that a more delicate landing would be called for in the future. The warehouse adjacent to the landing pad is in similar condition, though not quite as ramshackle as it would appear at first glance. In fact, a good hard look is all it takes to see that the exterior has been allowed or even amended to look worse than it really is, as the lock on the massive doors is still new enough to stand out.
Following Ektor to the hatch, and waiting as it opens, Maeve Zavir jogs down the landing ramp after Raziel and Dosk and keys in the code, waiting a moment for the lock to disengage and glow the species neutral Green. The doctor lets out a breath that she wasn't quite aware she was holding until the lock opens. "Open sesame," she quips as she sets one shoulder against the big door and gives a solid shove, expecting the door to resist but instead it rolls to the side on well oiled hinges, barely making any protest at all. Once the door is in motion the lights inside the warehouse flicker on and boy-howdy and by-golly there are indeed medical supplies shrink wrapped and ready to go. Not just one pallet but six large pallets all stacked high with medical supplies are just waiting to be moved.
David is the last to leave the ship, his holster unfastened at his side in case he needs the blaster kept inside it. When the doors open, he lets out an appreciative whistle. "So this is the shipment, hm? Doesn't seem too difficult to get this stuff on your ship and back to the Renegade." he asides to Maeve. "There's a light switch around here somewhere, surely."
Ektor turns an eye around the ship as he sets boots to the corroded landing pad. Steps carrying him toward the door unhurried. As Maeve inputs the code and opens the warehouse door, he repeats the quick visual scan of the interior, before stepping to start lifting. "They weren't skimping, yeah?" There is a loud exhale of relief. "Just got even easier, boss," he notes to David, starting toward a corner, and pulling a tarp off of a hydraulic loadlifter.
Raziel leaves the ship and looks around a small moment before that door opens and the mercenary has his hand in the gulf of his blaster. A small silence before he nods. "Minor signs of scuffle..like they were moving something. But aside from that...it?s clear. And clean...cleanest I have ever seen on this planet, matter of fact."
Dosk moves around the crates. "This is Nar Shaddaa, its rarely easy, Start loading and ill keep a lookout." The Codru'Ji says behind his armored visor as he pulls his pistol out. Scanning the area. "Never have picked up cargo without someone to at least aknowledge the transaction, or a datapad or some type of info left."
"Hello gorgeous," Maeve Zavir's words may not be exactly appropriate for the current task at hand, but the doctor is walking around the stack of medical supplies and has a look on her face that is pretty darn appreciative of the windfall that they're staring at. "Great love of logic, look at all of this," she says she comes around the far side of the pallets and spots the hydraulic loadlifter that Ektor just uncovered. She claps briefly, then looks around, "Do tell me that someone here knows how to drive one of these things," she sounds both hopeful and expectant, certainly one of the pilots will know how to make the lifter move in the right direction. Surely! She laughs then, at Raziel's remark, "Clean warehouse, and no one chasing us at the moment? Don't jinx it," she adds then points a finger at Dosk, "You either. No jinxing!"
Dave fishes his blaster out, walking out of the warehouse. "I'll stand watch." He gives a look to Dosk, nodding towards the crates. "You help Ektor with the supplies, FO." he replies to the Codru-ji trying to give orders. When he passes Maeve, he grins. "Does mentioning it not count as jinxing anymore?"
Ektor glances back over his shoulder and nods, "We can get the goods loaded up in no time, yeah?" He checks the power levels, and activates the machine with an audible hum. "We got power, all's good. Hey, doc: which flat you want first?" Not yet in the driver's seat, but moving toward it.
Raziel simply lifts his hand in defense as Maeve tells him not to Jinx the situation. "Right, right..." he chuckles then. but seems to be in merry spirits all around. He pulls out his blaster and moves to help stand guard, covering with the others and providing backup for Dave. But he'll help out where needed, looking to Ektor. "Huh, full power and all.." he smells fishy, but hey, go with the flow for now...while the going's good.
Dosk nods at Davids order. "Alright then." He states. Smiling to Ektor as he moves to help load things. The smuggler having no issue loading cargo. A sip from his flask and a lighting of his cigarra, utilizing three of his arms and hes off to loading."
"Why's everybody look so pissed off?" Sar asks, wandering into the warehouse, tossing a cigarillo down and snuffing it out with his boot. He sniffs and looks around, before wandering over to Maeve. "Kept an ear on the public channels. No word about our arrival, so we should be good to go. Those the ones?" he asks, jerking a thumb at the crates. Without awaiting an answer, Sar's climbing up into the cab of the load-lifter and kicking the repulsorlifts into action. "Make way," he calls out, wheeling the thing effortlessly into position to pluck up one of the crates.
Sharing a wry smile with Dave, Mae shoulder elbows him lightly and doesn't quite tear her attention away from the supplies. "Do you know how many people we're going to be able to help with all of this?" she says in a tone of voice that conveys a touch of humble awe. "Go for the one closest to the doors, we'll clear a path," she suggests with a nod to Ektor. "Fully charged? Hot damn, we are in business!" she doesn't /exactly/ do a happy dance in place but it's a near thing. "It's raining and we're on Nar and there's always a chance that we're going to see something go wrong?" she replies with a grin at Sar as she moves out of the way and stands beside Dosk for a moment, staring out into the rain. "What is that sound?"
The rain that seems to be the number one defining characteristic of Nar Shaddaa hasn't slowed so much as a single drop and in fact it's a bit foggy out as night is steadily approaching. Through the sound of the rain and the over present sound of traffic from all layers of the city there comes a low rumble of sound that is approaching, though from which angle is yet to be determined.
Of course the rain intensifies right when Dave's exiting the warehouse. Of course. The lieutenant walks by the edge of the landing pad, keeping under the Lylek where possible. Underneath the ship, where the rain isn't crashing down all around him, a faint sound catches his ear. An engine of sorts. Peeking up, there's nothing but rain and clouds and the occasional passing ship. Peering over the edge of the landing pad, there's a speeder approaching. At least the one, and it's heading straight for the landing pad. Turning the safety off his blaster, he runs back to the warehouse. "We're about to have some company!" he calls, his voice echoing.
"No idea," Ektor shrugs to the sudden Sar who asks why people look pissed. Then Sar is taking the driver's seat, and the Tionese pilot shrugs, "Less work for me, yeah?" An easy chuckle that fades as people talk about hearing something. "Ah, drek," he mutters, looking rather annoyed as he stalks toward the door and draws his pistol, letting the blaster hang at his side. "They coming up from below," he drawls for the sake of the more heavily armed folk around. "That way," he points lazily with the pistol, leaning against the warehouse door frame, to have ready cover.
Raziel was just enjoying the smooth sailing....until a sound gets his head to snap in a certain direction...he doesn't see -what- is coming, but he can hear it coming. He moves his hand to his blaster, turning off the safety as he takes a deep breath. "Company's right..." he turns in that direction then, moving just behind one of the nearby boxes as if to use it as cover, but he does it like he's just your average joe just chilling in the event that it turns out to be nothing. "Prepare yourselves....but it sounds like the crappiest engine I've ever heard. Needs maintenance..either from damage or time." he says then, looking around the corner then. "Allow me to be the first to apologies if I was the one who did the Jinxing." he says in a softer tone.
Dosk keeps moving cargo as he was instructed, his four arms grabbing as much as possible in his heavy combat armor as things happen, he keeps trying to get as much loaded as possible, after a couple of loads, he draws his pistol with one arm but utilises at least two others to continuing to carry crates.
"Comapny, huh?" Sar asks, looking out of the viewport of the loader and sucking his teeth. "Guns down. Til' we know," he orders around. He is the ranking officer here, after all. He manuevers the loader around and moves to hang halfway out of it, his eyes resting on the warehouse entrance. His hand moves to rest on the T-6 Thunderer tucked in his holster and he drops out of the cabin.
"Of course we do," Mae replies in a tone of exasperation, resting one hand on the stun baton at her side as she hurries out into the rain and the relative - slightly dubious but really pretty - shelter offered by the Lylek. "Up? It's coming UP from the lower levels? Well... crap," tough language from the doc, to be sure, following the gesture from Ektor to see where the noise is coming from and can't help the laugh that she exhales after Raziel's words. "You are so buying the drinks when we're out of this," she remarks and hurries back into the warehouse, stopping beside Sar and resting one hand lightly on his. "We have to get these supplies out. That's the number one priority. And we can't kill anyone," a glance is sent around, "we really can't. We're the good guys. Stun only. Strong language too, I suppose, but no killing." This said as she hurries back into the warehouse and over to the loader and stares at the control panel like she can intuit her way into making the blasted thing work.
The rumble of engine steadily approaches until the outline of some manner of freighter can be glimpsed through the rain as the beat up looking vehicle angles in and manages to crowd itself into a landing on the edge of the same landing pad that the Lylek is currently occupying. 'Landing' is a kind word for the way the freighter crunches to a halt, making the landing pad creak again and this time it actually groans under the additional weight. The fumes from the other ship linger in the fog, making itself known by scent as well as sight and sound. The ramp from the unmarked freighter eases down well enough though it gets stuck a few feet from actually lowering into place and the first to emerge from the freighter is a surly looking Gamorrean whose job, apparently, is to jump up and down on the ramp and by sheer weight of repeated impact forces the ramp to finish lowering into place. Once this is accomplished the Gamorrean squints already tiny eyes at the people already at the warehouse and stomps down the ramp making way for another trio of Gamorrean's to emerge followed by a smarmy looking Sullustan whose small stature is more noticeably for how terribly rotund he is in sheer circumference. "What do we have here?" is boomed out in a voice that is unexpectedly high pitched to the point of sound like an overwrought mouse.
"What -we- have, and you don't, is none of your business." David replies from just inside the warehouse, having taken cover immediately next to the entrance. "What were you told you'd find here?" He glances towards the rest of his team, making sure everyone's in -some- cover at least. The talking won't lead to anything surely, but it'll buy everyone some time to not get shot at.
Ektor leans on the opposite side of the door from David, eyeing the number and visible armaments of the newly arrived quintet. Mercifully, he keeps his mouth shut for the moment, silently stretching his fingers, one at a time.
Raziel keeps behind those containers, pulling out his blaster and preparing for a scrap. Oh yes...Gamorreans....the usual muscle for Hutts. What a time. So he takes small breaths, each one possibly their last whenever he faces such opposition, but he's confident...and cunning. He starts to try and sneak out of where he is, move to the side of the containers while keeping his head low. But he changes his mind...keeps put. But he says nothing. Weapon is on stun though!
Dosk finishes his last crate as the Gamorreans and the Sullustian land and make their approach. "Jenkins" The 4 armed man states as he turns around. His main arm holding a blaster pistol. "You and the Quartet should move a long." He gestures to the landing pad. "You landing is about to make tha tpad fall, and we will both lose our ships, I have a backup plan, do you? It goes, you lose your ship and probably die, It lose, I lose a ship and have another one and you die. Make a choice,"
"What we're gonna have is a whole lot of confused coroners when they find what's left of you," Sar answers the Sullustan as he wanders forward. "So, you might as well just climb back on that ship before I take this T-6 and blow a few of your limbs off?" Sar asks, hand unclipping the thin strip of leather holding the blaster pistol in place and squinting at them.
"Told?" comes that high pitched voice as the Sullustan strokes one hand against his chins and tips his head to the side, not so subtly angling one big ear toward the warehouse and it's contents. "No one told Jenkins," and a casual flick of his fingers sends his Gamorrean's forward a few heavy steps, though even just -that- much added weight on the ramp makes the edge of the pad groan again. "Bright light," he flicks that same pudgy hand again at the light that's streaming out of the warehouse in a 'captain obvious' sort of gesture. "Share," the Sullustan 'suggests' with another smarmy smile. "Share and share alike, my boys," another mild flick of his fingers and the first Gamorrean steps off the ramp, ".. help.." said with another head tilt and a toothy smile.
That is, of course, before the smary Sullustan eyes Dosk, big eyes narrowed at first in alarm at having his 'name' so easily known. There's a look of uncertainty that enters those big eyes, "Now now.. we help," again that high pitched voice aims for booming and manages to still just sound sort of ridiculous. The sullustan does that nervous flutter of hand as Sar wanders forward and so kindly offers to help the Sullustan shed a few pounds. Making a nervous titter of a laugh the Sullustan retreats, one mincing step at a time. "Of course. Of course. Not share. Bright light," he reminds, "others will see. Jenkins .. friendly reminder," and the big sullustan hustles back into his ship. The Gamorreans, slow and not terribly bright, meander along in his wake, though a brief fight breaks out on the landing ramp that evolves into a shoving match with lots of gross sounding snarls.
Well then. Dave just looks at Sar and Dosk, then offers a pair of raised eyebrows to Maeve, like, 'what just happened?' He coughs a few times, working it loose with a few knocks to his chest. His free hand gestures to Ektor and Raziel to get back on the hydraulic load-lifter and get those crates on the Lylek.
Ektor glances across the open door to Dave and shrugs one shoulder. "On it, yeah?" Stepping away from the door frame, he gets to loading.
Now this....is surprising. Raziel was just as confused as everyone else before he just stands up from where he was and looks at everyone else, before he just rolls with it. "Well okay then." he's seen far stranger things, but usually they are -really- drunk first. So he shrugs and he starts to run up and he hops onto the Hydraulic load-lifter (rights reserved) and he starts to help load as necessary. "let's hurry..." he whispers inaudably to Dave and Ektor.
Dosk grabs some cargo and keeps loading "Lets go, Keep piling on the cargo, we have more time to get out of here!" he says. A pistol still in hand has he moves, "They are dumb, but also dumb enough to go in there and talk themselves into coming back out"
"Keep an eye on those two," Sar says, jerking his head toward the Gamorreans and clipping his pistol back in place. With that, he'll away with David to see about getting the rest of those crates loaded.
From inside the ship comes the imperious demand that the Gamorrean's get back on the ship. And two of the four start to comply, they really do. In fact, they manage to extricate themselves from the general brawl taking place on the landing ramp. That is until the two at the very end carry the fight over the edge of the ramp and go sprawling.. then rolling.. and land on the edge of the landing pad and quite nearly roll off the edge of the landing ramp proper. There's a distinctive squeal of terror at the one closest to the edge has to scramble and clutch at the edge to avoid falling off. His co-combatant, who only a moment ago was as intent on pushing him off the ramp in the first place, is now dazed and blinking tiny piggy eyes at his cohort in attempted crime. No help, apparently, from this quarter as the in-peril Gamorrean begins to slip from his grasp on the edge of the landing pad.
In the middle of carrying a box full of medical supplies onto the ship, Maeve Zavir spots the sudden almost comedy of errors unfold and makes a sound that starts out as an almost laugh then turns into a sound of dismay. "Well.. crap," and shoves the box into place with the rest and rushes out into the rain, "we can't let them die, even from sheer stupidity. We really can't."
"Wasn't us that told them to come here." Dave dismisses the thugs' fates lightly. He's too busy loading a crate onto the forklift now, he can't drop that and rush over either way. "Anyone else?" He looks around, kneeling to make sure the forklift is properly carrying the pallet. "Seems good to go, get this aboard."
"Ah, drek," Ektor mutters as the doctor goes full doctor and runs into the rain to try and help haul a massive criminal enforcer off the edge of a death fall. "Great, no way this ends bad, yeah?" he grouses, starting after Mae. Not entirely sure whether he means to help or to drag her back.
This is where Raziel is conflicted. God. Damn. It. He sighs then before he hops off the Hydrolic Fork Lift (AKA HFL) and he starts to move towards the Gamorrean that seems to be about to get thrown off the ramp. "Come on..." he joins the grapple! except trying to make sure nobody gets off that ramp today!
As the pig starts to fall after the opt to depart, Dosk rusjes fprward as does Raziel it seems, the 4 armed man rushing forward and using two of his arms to grab the Gamorrean and help pull him up. Stating through his black visor briefly. "Remember this moment." As the rescue commences.
"Well, hell," Sar says, turning to note the near-fatal kerfuffle between the pigmen. He watches a few more members of the team scramble to the big guy's rescue and decides to stay out of the way. He looks over to David and asks, "Were you born a piece of sithspit, or you just put in a lot of practice?"
Rushing into the rain, Mae can hear the Sullustan from inside the ship and his increasingly alarmed and ever more high pitched tone of voice as the big eyed smarmy Sullustan appears from within the ship again and realizes that half of his bully-boars are currently dazed and confused in the rain. Thankfully, one of the Gamorrean's on the ship is able to convey that this was an accident, not an attack. Granted, the fact that the Gamorrean was able to comprehend this is a pretty key indicator that he's the smart one in the group. As much as the doctor wants to help, she is smart enough (also) to observe that Dosk and Raziel and Ektor are stronger than she is, and between the three of them they haul the dazed and confused Gamorrean back to the relative safety of the rusted landing pad. There's some comedic confusion as the former co-combatant stumbles around the edge of the landing pad then back up the ramp.
The now-rescued Gamorrean snuffles out a gross sounding statement of gratitude, but the Gamorrean language just sort of sounds gross to Mae's ears no matter what is said, and after getting his feet back beneath him the shaky looking boar staggers his way up the ramp. "Jenkins.. thanks you," the rotund little Sullustan declares from within his ship, the high pitched voice carrying over the rain and the sound of the engine that so needs maintenance it practically has 'safety violation' stamped on it in gigantic letters. This said the Sullustan smacks the Gamorrean's, collectively, upside their piggy heads and herds them back into the ship. The ramp slowly lifts again, though not without some help from inside, and the decrepit freighter tips off the edge of the ramp and doesn't so much 'fly' away as a controlled dive followed by a burst of effort before sinking back down into the city.
"Now that that's over with.." Dave shoots a look at Sar. "Didn't exactly see you pull a heroic stunt. Might get in the news again." he shrugs, walking back to the assembled crates. "That's the last one, just put it with the others. Don't worry about being neat with the placement, though." The lieutenant wanders over to Maeve. "So.. the next part of the deal was to get some of this stuff to Mon Calamari, right?"
Ektor has lank, rust-rain soaked hair plastered to his face as he turns back around to inform Maeve, Dosk, and Raziel, "From what Gamorrean I've picked up from Mekil, that guy either said, 'may you all mate with many large females', or 'new guy buys the drinks'. Now we can get outta here, yeah?"
After Raziel helps out how he can, he turns his head to Ektor and he offers a small sigh. "To my knowledge, neither of those sound particularly appealing in terms of compliment." It just sounds...weird to say to another person to him. But eh. "Well, come on. Let's go before they decide to throw -us- off the ramp." he pats Ektor on the back as he starts off at a light jog towards the lift.
Sar Yavok rolls his eyes at Dave and looks over at Ektor. At the comment about mating with large females, Sar turns to note Maeve and says, "Looks like I gotta find somebody else. Sorry, Doc." With a smirk, his hands move to rest on his hips and he begins wandering toward the Lylek.
Dosk nods as the last of the supplies are loaded, "I'll be waiting aboard." he states after helping up the Gamorrean the rain seeming not to bother him much. "Actually, My ship is here on Nar, I need to bring it back, so will meet you guys there. If that's okay"
"Gamorrean females actually do all of the actual work in Gamorrean society, they also own everything except for the personal weapons, armor and gear of the males, if I recall correctly," Maeve Zavir remarks as the last of the medical supplies are carted aboard the Lylek. She shares this bit of intel with a grin, "So probably the first of the translations is correct," and looks around the warehouse now that it's empty entirely. "Sure. Just be careful," doctor mode kicks in as she says this, sharing a worried look in Dosk's direction. "Are you sure you don't want to ride back with us and pick up your ship at a later date?" She also, almost without missing a beat, swats Sar on the arm as he smirks and wanders back aboard the ship. "Well, in that case, I'll just have to shift the credits for the weapons fund into my shoe fund," is teased with a grin and walks toward the doors again and starts hauling them shut one at a time. "We have to figure out how to get safely onto Mon Cal, just to begin with. And lets not anyone get thrown off this landing pad OR fall off the landing ramp in the rain," she suggests as she wrestles the other door along the track and lines up the doors before the lock snaps into place again. Almost immediately the lights inside the warehouse shut down and only the lights from the Lylek remain. "Well.. that's.. sort of anticlimactic. Lets get out of here before anyone else comes to investigate."
"If you need help going to Mon Cal, Ill of course help, I can find a ride back to get my ship later" Dosk adds, turning around and heading back onto the Luxury Ship.
