Log:Resistance: Old Birds - Rescue, Intel, and Slice and Dice
The Resistance gets called out on a rescue mission
OOC Date: November 29, 2016
Location: Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Gren Delede, Sabella Lockheart, Jax Greystorm, Triz Dermout, Qarv Zyllra, Sesti Gath, Kath Hounds
<<<Agent Under Attack. All Available Hands in near Corellian District Undercity converge on these coordinates...>>> This message was sent out over the Resistance Tac-net, and hopefully the agent under attack will have assets to assist rather quickly. The coordinates lead to an extra seedy bar located down an extra dirty alley. Anyone approaching the location is going to hear a LOT of blaster fire and shouting from within, and is apt to notice a body falling out of the front entrance with a smoking hole in its chest.
Down one of the very many seedy alleys in this part of the seedy shuffles a small insectoid being. Qarv Zyllra, old soldier newly back on the scene, has the need of an armorer. He was on his way to just such a being, his rifle somewhat hidden under the breadth of the gray poncho he always wears over all of his clothes, when his commlink crackled that there was an agent under attack. As soon as the words were in the air, followed soon by the sound of blaster fire, the Gand was moving. He was older and rounder than he was during his last campaign, but even so he could move surprisingly quickly. Qarv slams into a wall outside the alleyway, ripping his rifle out from under the poncho. His breathing is labored, and as it feeds out of his breathing mask there's plenty of static and crackling. The tubes feeding noxious gasses into the apparatus hiss as they kick in. The Gand sees the body and narrows his wide black eyes. Carefully he leaves his cover, raising the rifle to his shoulder and slowly approaching the bar door.
What Triz was doing in this part of town is a mystery but when the little ear piece buzzes in her ear she stops in her tracks and listens. Looking around, "One block over that way," she mutters to herself and as she takes off running, not an easy thing to do in heels and a skirt, while drawing her blaster from...well don't ask. No armor and she doesn't think that the protection in the little pouch that is tucked away in her handbag means this kind of protection.
Not able to run very well in heels, Triz pauses to pull them off, and loop her fingers through them cause they were like 200 credits and she isn't going to give them up. Another pair of panyhose ruined. Pilot training kicks in and she looks for a back entrance into the place, always come from behind. Right! Right? As she looks, seeing the fellow with the yellow hankderchief, Resistance, laying dead apparently she happens to glimpse a shadow moving behind one of the dumspters. Blaster brought up, ready to fire.
Jax was wearing a pair of dark googles as he was the level above. HIs wayward's armor hiding his true idenity as he rushes into the area pulling his blaster pistol. In his hurry he nearly runs into Triz. Then seeing her at the last moment, he stops to pull up his googles. "Triz. What's happening?"
There's another burst of blaster fire from within the bar, and a few more screams of pain fill the alley. The shadow that only Triz spotted? It moves quickly, and lunges toward the oblivious Gand. A vibroblade is thrust at the old soldier's chest. The shadow appears to be a Defel that was lying in wait. It is fast, and strong, and difficult to see in the gloom. But bright red eyes are visible at head height.
"Are you bloody kidding me?!" This muffled shout comes from within the bar over the sound of a firefight.
Qarv's glittering eyes, large and compound, widen as he sees three young members of the Resistance close on the same location as himself. There's a buzz as the Gand begins to speak, and then he immediately has the wind knocked out of him by a particularly aggressive shadow. As the blade sinks into his poncho and then through the fabric and into Qarv's chest, he immediately goes limp and falls backward rather than fight against the hit. There's droning static as the Gand hangs momentarily in mid-air, his rifle firing bolts in the direction he thinks his attacker came from.
She almost shoots Jax when he comes up and startles her. "Damnit Jax," she growls at him. "Not sure, I forgot my crystal ball back at the base," she crouches down "But he," pointing to the apparently dead guy "is Resistance and by my guess very much dead and down there," she points with her blaster down the alley she was going to head down "Behind the dumpster is someone or something, didn't get a good look though." When Sabella comes up she can only shrug, giving her best friend a glance before returning her gaze back to where the dumpsters are at "No clue but I think we might be to late to save his ass," she notes.
Hearing the voice from inside the bar "Fuck, that's Gren!" Then the shadow moves and she fires her blaster, probably very close to Jax's head too, but that is a teammate, even if it is a ground type, getting attacked. Her shot strikes, not a killing shot but enough to knock the thing down. "Help Gren, I got this," she says as she moves more to where Qarv and the vibroblade wielding shadow are.
Triz firing near his head causes Jax to dodge out of the way, "Watch it. Your as bad as Kadi, Triz. Least you hit your target, though." He grumbles as he finds himself often the target of near friendly fire every time. His eyes cutting to Sabe, "Alright, looks like we're going in, you any good with a blaster?" The Corellian pilot askes as he moves towards the wall next to the doorway of the bar. His blaster pistol held up and ready, "You want to breach or cover?" He asks the Chief glancing over at her. Then trying to catch a glimpse of what's going on inside the bar.
The Derfel was down, but not out. It staggers to its feet, the smell of burning fur filling the piss-smelling alley. It's vibroblade is swung in a wide arc at Triz, a wide clumsy, but still accurate arc. It isn't doing so well, though.
From within the bar, a flurry of blaster fire greets those near the door, and focuses on Sabella as she enters the building. It is a cramped room, with scattered tabled and booths, and smoke from dozens of brands of deathsticks filling the area. The ozone of freshly fired blasters struggles to overpower the odor of spilled alcohol.
A lone figure in a black flightsuit has flipped a table, and seems to be taking fire from all sides, though he seems unhurt. A heavy blaster in his hand barks fire at what targets present themself. There are atleast a dozen rough-looking spacers that seem intent on killing him, and anyone trying to help.
Qarv hits the ground and grunts as the young pilot comes to his rescue. The Defel spins and swipes at the girl at the same time as the Gand settles his rifle into his shoulder. "Lieutenant," he shouts, and blaster bolts pour into the shadow, driving it into the wall. Thick black blood spreads across the Gand's poncho, and he rolls on to his side. "This one cannot be of more help," he rasps through the static of his breathing apparatus. "Qarv will take this soldier home."
He slings his blaster rifle around to his back, crawling on his hands and knees towards the entrance of the bar. He grabs the shirt of the fallen Resistance agent in the bandanna, and begins dragging the man backwards. "Qarv will send reinforcements," the Gand says as he retreats into the night, huffing and puffing.
Gren spots Sabella entering the bar out of the corner of his eye. "They sent -you-??? What the hell! Be careful!" He sounds less than pleased to see his daughter walking into a firefight! A deep sigh, and he places his hand on the corner of the table, and leans out from behind cover. Blaster bolts smack into the floor, and table. He's got this, really. He levels his blaster, and starts to pull the trigger rapidly. The old pilot is pretty casual as he starts to headshot three of the people trying to kill him in succession. Nothing special. He does this sort of thing everyday. The fourth shot that he fires shreds a Rodian's head, and passes into the chest of a tough looking human woman that was focused on covering the door. Likely the one that hit Jax. The woman collapses, and pulls her trigger one more time. The bolt slams into a Duros with a A280 firing at Sabella. Delede's actual fifth shot tears into the space where the dead Duros was. Damn. A miss.
"Well if you didn't have such a big head," Triz smirks at Jax as she gets up from her crouch and hurries to where Qarv is fighting. In her rush she forgot a cardnal rule, keep your eye on the target. She gives a glance back at Jax just as the Derfel gets up and takes a swing at her. The moment just as the blade is about to meet her flesh she twists but not nearly enough and the blade finds her, slicing through her top and into her flesh. A cry of pain escapes her, gone is the joking as blood begins to stain her skirt and little drops trail her movements.
She raises her blaster to shoot the damn furball but it collapses in a heep by the blaster shot of Qarv. With a hand holding her side she also heads into the bar after her friends. The blaster pistol held in one hand as the other tries to stop the trickle of blood.
A blaster bolt comes fling out the bar and striking Jax in the side. His armor taking the blunt of the damage though the smell of burnt flesh filling the air. Then a trickle of blood pouring down his side. He comes out of cover to provide fire support for Sabella and Gren. His blaster pistol taking out a pair of targets. One of them a fella trying to shoot at Sabella. "Gren! YOu make friends like I make Friends!" He calls as he ducks back to his cover. "Triz, Tell me something sarcastic. Got to make sure your still with us."
Sabella Lockheart blinks at the sight of the bar as she is making her way into it and quickly diving down behind a table, hey she knows better then to stand in the open. She hears Gren now and rolls her eyes. "Well you was the one that set out the call for help. Who did you think would come? Everyone else?" She calls out towards her dear father over the sounds of blasters going off all over the place. One bad guy is dropped and then another, and naother? Well maybe she should have just stayed outside. She catche sight of one of the bigbad guys going to fire at Gren and is firing on him sending him falling back right dead once he hits the ground. Though about that time a few rounds are flying her way and in the process she does well missfire her blaster in the process. NO ONE SAW THAT! At least she was aiming towards a bad guy, maybe?
The amount of blaster fire directed toward the Resistance members has slackened visibly. There are only three targets firing, now. A large wookie is the most dangerous target visible, firing a bowcaster with abandon from behind a pillar that barely provides cover.
The sound of repulsors and engines in the distance approaching -fast-...someone is coming. A lot of someones.
Gren Delede. He's a beast in the air, and on the ground. He's just dreamy. The grizzled Captain stands up, eschewing his cover. He's cocky. He's fast. His blaster pistol continues to bark fire at its targets. The first shot rips off the top of a man's head, and the second burns through a would-be assassin's chest. The next three shots are focused on the wookie. It is big, it is tough, but the first headshot cripples it, and it is only a matter of time until it hits the dirty floor. On fire. The pilot immediately runs toward a limp body, and begins to rifle the dead man's pockets. "Who else is here?! I need a sound off, damnit!" He's shouting. Deafened by the firefight.
Swoops have zipped into the alley outside, and sound like they are almost outside...on top of the seedy-ass bar.
Entering the bar Triz moves, stiffly, to duck down behind a dead spacer that is slumped over the table but still sits in his chair. She pulls her hand from her side, hand covered in blood before it is replaced "Damnit" she mutters before responding to Jax "I'm ok, Jax," she replies but with out the sarcasm.
Blaster bolts from inside the bar zip by her as Triz hunkers down behind the dead guy, missing the shooting show that Gren is putting on. But when the sound of swoops is heard she turns to aim out the door. Three shots go flying out, three dead swoop riders fall as their swoops, now pilotless slow to a stop. A whew escapes her as she sits on the dirty blood soaked floor, pistol propped up between her knees, aiming to shoot any others that may present themselves.
Then swoop gangers are moving in on the Bar. Jax ducks back inside near the doorway, "Cap, what the hell happened?" He says firing at two swoopers dropping them from their bikes. He glances over at Triz, ""Yeah yeah. You charging Gren for a new dress? Hey were you out on a date?" He says firing another couple of shots out the door.
"What the hell did you do this time?!" Sabella half yells out towards Gren while the firing is starting to slow down at least. Though one of the guys did get a lucky shot in n her in the process before he died, a good shoot to her shoulder noless. While Sabe is movingback to lean against the bar wall near the door she catches sight of the wokie falling down dead and blinks hearing the approaching bikes. "Jax and Triz is here.. Quar was but I don't see him here now." A glance is sent out the door and she will attempt to go about firing on said swoops but she will miss for certain.
"There is a sigh, as the list of names is recited by Sabella. "Pilots and an engineer? Lovely. Who the fuck is Qarv?" Gren moves to another body, searching for something in the woman's clothes. The sound of blaster fire and swoops is slightly ignored, as he searches. "Stay down! Don't die! You're a damn mechanic!" He glares at the dead body, before flipping it over, and sticking his hand down the back of the corpse's trousers. The corpse is wearing another yellow bandana. She was a Resistance Agent. "I didn't do -anything-!. I had intel to retrieve, and walked into a firefight!" He pulls his hand free, and pumps his fist. "Got it!" A clearing of his throat, and he rips out his commlink with his non-corpse-butt hand. <<<Captain Delede requesting immediate evac. We've got wounded, and have incoming fire. I repeat. We have wounded, and need a lift. Yesterday!>>> A transmission over the Res Tac Net.
There's like two swoopers left, and they're turning around, audibly calling for reinforcements over their own commlinks.
"Can I do that?" Triz asks about charging Gren for a new dress. And damnit she lost her shoes too. "A date? You are asking that now? No, I was trolling the bars looking for a fight," But then grimaces as she pushes her hand harder on the wound that is now slippery with her blood which also begins to pool beside her, mingling with all the other that is now starting to coat the floor.
The sounds of more swoops brings Triz's attention back from the blood to the door as she aims using her knees as a way to steady her aim cause it's none to good at this time of the fight. Three blasts, one of the remaining swoops pilots keels over as the swoop veers off and explodes against the far wall of the near by building. If she killed him or the wall did, at this point it really doesn't matter.
Jax pops out of cover and riddles the last swoop ganger not tussling with Sesti. "Probably not the appropriate time to put that requesition in Triz." He says as the swoop gangers dies in blaster fire. He catches sight of Sesti, "Hey Baby! Stop toying with him and take him out." He says as he moves to a swoop bike. "We got rides out of here. Captain, get what you need?"
"We was the only ones nearby. Sorry to disappoint you so much by coming when someone called. I can do more then fix a damn ship." Sabella snaps right back to Gren. "I haven't died yet have I? Done worse things then been in a damn bar fight before." She mutters out not even glancing to Gren as she is eyeing the door and the swoops that are left while gripping her blaster with er left hand for now. Her shoulder may be a bit of a mess but she won't admit to it. Sh catches sight of Triz and the blood and curses while putting her blaster away and is moing over to her friend, keeping low. "Triz... Dammit.." Is hear while she is pulling some rags out from her jacket pockets (no worries not covered in oil) and is moving to try and press it to her friends side. "Are you alright?"
"Alright. Let's get the piss out of here!" Gren stands up, and brushes the dust off of his knees. He turns toward Sabella, and offers a rare apology to the mechanic. "I didn't mean any offense, Sabs....I'm grateful for the help." His DL-44 is holstered, and he pauses only to reach into his flightsuit, and dig out his lighter. It is lit, and tossed into mess of alcohol behind the bar. He intends to make sure the agent's body is burned, obviously. "Fuck. I hate swoops." That's the last thing he says before leaving the burning structure, and riding(slowly) to a safe egress back to Hound Base.
A simple nod is given to Jax, maybe the jesting has all seeped out of her "Probably not a good time." When Sabella comes up "Yea, look Sabella, just help me up and don't let the Doc know. We can patch this up on the Cat easy enough. She'll ground me again otherwise." Speaking of the devil Triz looks over to Sesti and puts on her best fake smile. "Oh, hey Doc. I'm good. Just a scratch, I ran here so a little tired. She puts the blaster away as she reaches up to meet the one offered by Sesti. If helped up she will grimace and tries to stifle a yelp.
With the others on the 'borrowed' swoop bikes. Jax pulls his dark googles over his eyes. His hand moving down to his side holding pressure to his side. He goes riding back towards the base and hopefully some medical care that doesn't involve punching.
"Traitor," Triz mouths to Sabella while Sesti speaks to her. But the probe in the side gets her attention and yes, it's a rather loud yelp. "Just a little touchy there," she tries to pass it off. But then the numbing part and she does as instructed holding the gauze. "See, all better now. Can we just get outta here?"
Sabella Lockheart smirks slightly as she hears Triz. "Right... Shut up and just do what she says Triz." She murmurs softly. "Sit still yeah?" A glance is offered to Sesti. "I think she'll behave this time." Is offered softly and a shake of her head before she finds her own way back once she is certain Triz is ok with Sesti it seems.
