Log:Resistance: Sex, Lies, and Vulture Droids

The Resistance runs into droids while on a scouting mission

OOC Date: November 13, 2016
Location: Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Sar Yavok, Jax Greystorm, Triz Dermout, Kath Hounds

Corsair Lead and Spark 4 were flying in tight formation through one of the lower section of Nar Shaddaa. It was a patrol mission not far from the Gearhead district to scan and map the area. They were deep enough that it was basically flying through a giant caveran of durasteel and concreate. Jax adjusts his sensors. The visibility might actually be better than space than here. Though as they go zipping past neon signs providing light, the rare lamp post, and if they aren't careful running into air Speeders. Jax com crackles, "Alright, I think I did this right. Just like the chatter com in the Academy when we didn't want to hear the instructors. We should be able to talk without base being on this channel."

Triz took a little time getting settled in on Spark 4. She kissed the tips of her fingers and then the controls of the ship "Ready big boy," after pre-flight and take off she tucks her x-wing in close to Jax. "Still trying to cheat the system, are you Jax." Triz says with a hint of humor in her voice. "So," she begins as she not only monitors the scanners but her position on Jax's wing as well "you still don't remember me do you? That hurts you know, that weekend on the beach cottage," She is grinning, stifling a laugh even, as she reaches out and adjusts her scanner so that the beam is more narrow to work better here in the durasteel canyons.

Jax smirks, "You know it. Besides..." Then there the sound of static from Jax's com, "Wait? What? Your breaking up! Please repeat." In his cockpit, Jax breaks out in a bit of a sweat. He says as he goes zipping in and out some civillian Airspeeders, most of them old civillian models. More than a few looks like they're about to fall out of the sky. As they go zipping past an old burned out landing pad. There is actual chatter and interferrance on the 'private channel.' Triz's R2 unit would pick it up and report it as a binary signal.

A flight of Vulture droids stand on the platform turning their heads having a highspeed conversation with each other then walk to the edge launching themselves to go flying after the Resistance space fighter to investigate themselves.

Triz only smirks "Please, Jax. I know that trick better than anyone. But it's ok, if you want to pretend you don't remember it. Just you, me, the pool table, kitchen, beach. I just can't believe you don't remember it. It was special, I thought." Triz tries so hard to not laugh that she has to break the coms rather quickly. She tucks her ship even closer to Jax's as they hit a narrow area. Her wing tip actually just under the belly of his ship. "Uh, Jax, I'm getting a strange reading here. Check your scanners, I'm having troubles with the interference."

Jax chuckles, "What can I say? I learned from the best. You're lying. I'd remember that. Its not cool messing with the guy without his memories. I remember you, you called somebody debutaunt all the time or did we call you debutant?" He says into com. Then he says to Exine off channel, "She's lying, I'd remember that Ass. Right?" Then he sighs, "Oh yeah, NO exine." Then she asking about senor, "Negitive Spark 4, I don't see anything on sensors. Other than some airspeeder that should have been put out of service before the clone war." Thats about the time, his sensors display four fast moving bougeys swooping down firing at the pair. Jax luking his A-wing at the last moment and rolling the A-wing, "Uhm..... I think I was wrong. Whatever I did. I didn't do it!"

The other pair of Vulture droids sweeping along and popping up from behind a pair of speeders to fire on Spark Four. Date seeing them coming giving Triz plenty of warning and bring up displays on the HUD of just what exactly is shooting at them.

"Tsk tsk, Jax. Three days with no clothes, really? You know how to hurt a girl," Triz says but there is worry in her voice, "R2, see what you can..." her voice gets cut off by DATE's beeping "Vulture Dorids!" Triz says ouver the coms just a mere heartbeat before the droids open fire. She kills the throttles of Spark 4 instantly slowing down, throwing her tight against her belts with a grunt, but more importantly getting out from under Jax's ship. As soon as her ship clears Jax's she pulls back on the stick and at the same time spreads the S-Foils and pushes the throttles full forward. "Going vertical, Jax. Going to get on their tails." The ship is made to loop as tightly as it can. Still DATE beeps loud and long, the ship creaks and groans but holds. Spark 4 S-Foils spread complete as she nears the top of the loop. Attempting to circle back and get behind the droids.

Jax accidently questions on the open com, "Now that I would remember!" He says as she breaks off from him. Jax goes diving down into the canyon of conctreate and dursteel leading the pair of vulture droids on a chase after him. He zips back and forth dodging blaster fire. Then spins preformes a tight s-loop coming back firing at one of the vulture droids. His laser cannons firing on what Jax has named V3. The first double blast hitting taking out the vulture droids shields and heavily damaging the fighter but it's still functioning. "I'm heading our direction. We might want too let command know. We're engaged." He opens up the offical com, "Cosair Lead to Dog Pound, we've engaged a flight of Vulture droids."

But soon there's comm traffic lighting up his central console and he flips the channel open, responding, <<Sunslinger to Corsair Leader, what's your position?>>

Triz let Spark 4 flatten out of the loop at just the right time where she and Spark 4 are right behind one of the vulture droids. She lets loose with a burst of her laser cannons, the droid instantly goes up in one big fire ball and she punches right through it. shields sparkle from the debris and out the other side she leaves a trail of dark smoke behind her from the explosion. <<Splash one>> she says calmly as she weaves and dodges the signs and speeders. <<You needing some help up there, Jax? I'd hate to have anything happen to hat cute butt of yours. Oh yea, how is that birthmark on your inner thigh?>> One sign doesn't fair to well as her engines blow it out as she passes "Oops, sorry 'bout that," she says, totally unconvincing.

Jax had set up a channel between and Spark Four that no one else was on. <<A birth mark? Can we not do this right now? I'm kind of busy. Don't need help.>> He sighs, "Yup I slept with her and don't remember it. Sith spit." His shields falter a bit in the back as his shield go from green to yellow. <<Sunslinger, transmittign coordinates now. Got a flight of Vulture droids. Heavily populated area. I believe theres some bars down there.>> Goes out on the channel that everyone can hear.

Jax leads the pair of vulture droids on a chase past Spark four. Then swooping around a neon sigh of a male Twi'lek swinging around a pole damaging the sight. At the last moment Jax pulls back on the throddle and lets the Vulture droid goes skipping past and Jax open fires drestroying it. The other Vulture droid perfect for Sar to open fire on it.

<<Alright, kid. Got your coordinates,>> Sar says, tapping a few commands into his central display, before he takes control of the ship back from Rolie and banks it hard to the left.

"Should've got some more sleep, Rolie," he remarks to the R2, wiping at his eyes once more before he dips the relic of a fighter down into the city. "Now, where are the little bastards," he more states than questions, his eyes flickering between his sensors readouts and the outside of his canopy.

Spotting Jax's A-Wing just below him, he pushes the yoke down and begins pursuit of the Vulture engaging him.

The recently-mounter heavy lasers bark to life and sending molten death punching through the droid's shields. He flicks the weapon selecter nub and pulls back hard on the trigger, sending a consussion missile screaming towards the shield-less combatant.

Triz snickers at Jax's reply <<Okay, okay. I forget you always do one thing at a time,>> she teases some more. Shaking her head as Jax and the two vultures go by her. She had the vulture perfectly lined up but then it jinked to avoid a speeder. Her first shot just lights up the dark gloom down here but the second shot damages it, trailing smoke as it turns down a canyon of durasteel. Triz throws the nimble X-Wing after it with a grunt <<Hey, Bossman, welcome to the party.>> she says to Sar. She keeps on the tail of the vulture, lining it up for another shot.

WIth the Destruction of the last vulture droid, Jax steadies up his A-Wing and moves to get back in formation with his Wigmate. <<Hey! I'm good at multitasking! *Sigh* That came out wrong.>> Then he opens up to the general com, << Thanks for the Save boss man, I don't know what the hell happen and set them off or why we're engaging Clone War Tec...>> About that time Triz's R2 unit starts scream about a lock on Spark 4. Jax nearly misses his own and punches his throttle breaking formation as a concussion rocket goes chasing him. He goes flying past another sign, this one a neon sign for Sar's favorite Beer. The Rocket hitting the sign and producing a fireball. Corsair barely outrunning the explsoion and the shrapnel his shields failing and his armor taking a soild hit. The A-wing still flying and systems at 100 percent. But Sar's costs just went up and Sabella is going to be complaining about replacing armor platting.

The freshly-installed concussion missiles did their work just fine, and the last vulture is toast. <<Entropy, likely. Get enough ghosts in the machine for long enough, and any machine's liable to start actin' weird,>> Sar explains, pulling the Sunslinger into a high escort for the other two ships.

<<Glad to this this old bird still has some fight in her, though.>>

<<Right, you only had one thing on your mind that weekend, Mister Multitasker>> DATE begins beeping, rather frantically too, causing Triz to go vertical again. A concussion missile goes flying past her harmlessly except for those on the round when it impacts. <<I've got one, no, correct that two Hyena droids inbound. Sending coordinates>> she says over the coms and is already going after the pair. A better defense is offense she always believes. A turn between two buildings to help mask her then sweeping up and out she flips the fighter over on one wing to dive down at the pair in a right hand turn.

The Hyena droids aren't messing around, the larger vulture droids are trying to exterminate the dangers that took out it's Vulture brethearn with rightious imputingy and major destruction. They're launching concussion rockets at the X-wing and A-Wing without concern. Though neither one hitting their mark. An air speeder who have scattered from the ariel battle, except for an old Uncle Wyrrick's tatsty Cakes delivery truck which explodes in a fireball of that's larger than it should be. It's the presevatives. The one meant for Triz goes rocketing past her and into a building.

Jax responds, <<Here, I doubt you'll complain about me giving you a hand." As Jax's A-wing stays in formation with Triz and finish taking out of the shields of the Hyena droid she was firing at and havily damaging it. Smoke escaping from the droid. << Probably right Bossman, I hope. Just have no idea what they're doing down here.>>

<<Milsurp, probably. Likely got sold off en masse to someone who left 'em to rot in storage. Or put 'em to use against his competitors. Never know,>> Sar says, before grunting as two more bogeys pop up on his sensors.

Dipping his interceptor back into the fray, Sar lines up a shot on the undamaged Hyena and buries a stream of laser fire into the enemy ship's shield, overloading them with a loud pop.

<<Son of a bantha whore these things are tough>> Triz exclaims over the coms as she scores two hits but only light up the shields on the craft. She fights to remain on the tail of the droid, a tall order considering the tight confines that is Nar Shaddaa and the nimblness of the droid. With a sarcastic tone of her voice <<Like I need your help>> comes Triz's reply over the private channel that Jax set up. She does manuver Spark 4 for another shot, dodging a speeder along the way and scaring the poor guy half to death.

<<Uh-huh, So why you keep me around that weekend? If you didn't my help.>> Jax says giving himself away he may have just bought her lie. He's staying in formation with Triz as the Hyena droid they were tag team shoots another concussion missile at her. The missile missing her only cause she dodges the speeder and destroying the sign offering male enhancements.

Jax cuts around to come on the starbord side of the hyena droid. "I got it!" Just as from somewhere above a Kowakian Monkey lizard drop from the level above onto the hull of Jax's A-wing. Tiny monkey fingers grasping to his cockpit glass. The creature looking Jax straight in the eye cackling maddly Jax loosing his target, <<Sith Spit I don't got it! Uhm... I have a situation. The rest drowned out by the monkey Crackling>>> Jax's a-wing goes into a dive and nearly scraps the top of a building as the lizard monkey jumps off and onto a sign adviertising Live Nude Gamorrean girls!

The Heyena droid chasing Sar's rocket is just not nimble enough to catch Sunslinger. One of the hutt lords Payday loan facility gets demoed by the rocket. A twi'lek just about to enter it drops down for the last moment behind a park speeder as the building explodes and Credits, some of them burning, rain down on the street with debris. The denzens that haven't fled running to get a free payday.

"Hold on, Rolie. Wanna try somethin' I saw in Dirk Steele," Sar says, basically translating into 'hold my beer'. The R2 beeps worriedly.

Throttling up, the deadly Aethersprite rockets forward and rises up above the Hyena, as it speeds along past it. "Gotta be real quick-like with this," he explains to the astromech.

The Old Man threads the slim fighter through a hole in a fast-approaching neon sign and jams his left pedal to the floor, before pulling the throttle back, sending the ship into a tight, largely-uncontrolled spin. As Sar said, he's gotta be real quick-like. And he is. The nose of the Sunslinger whips into line with the front of the Hyena and he pulls back on the yoke's trigger, sending a heavy bolt from both of his lasers.

The bright red beams speed through the air and cut straight through the Hyena's control surfaces, tearing them from the body of the ship, and sending the droid crashing down atop a nearby parking garage, its robo-brain largely undamaged.

Job done, Sar jams the throttle up and the engines roar back to life, allowing him to avoid any pesky obstacles. Like buildings. Or civilians.

<<Ha! You do remember>>. Triz gives him the finger when he says that he's got it. But then the monkey and she is laughing her ass off <<Nope, I got it. Seems you have a new girlfriend>>. And shoot she does and with satisfaction she lights it up. She catches the last of the moves from Sar as she pops up <<Nice, Bossman>> she says, truly appreciative of his moves. She puts that away to add in her own. A quick check of the scans, nothing showing "Keep an eye out, DATE, no need to get surprised again, right?" DATE replies with an affirmative beep.

Jax's got no sign of anything on the scopes but his scopes never showed anything until things started firing and Date told them what's up. "I don't think my wife would approve." He then opens up the general com, << Boss man, I say we bug out and send back some oen to retrieve your prize. You mounting that thing's head on the wall in your office?>> Jax adjusts his shields and forms up with Cosair 4. <<Sunslinger you have the lead.>> Jax formally deferring to Sar and his rank.

After DATE does a scan he beeps the results so TRiz goes out over the main coms <<All clear>> She checks her ship out. Sabella is going to be happy, no repairs. Another kiss is placed on her fingers then to the dash of the ship "That's my boy, I knew you wouldn't let me down." <<Speaking of wives, have you told Sesti about us yet?>> She cackles inside her cockpit.

<<Yeah, let's get on home. I'll send some brainy types out here to see what they can figure out,>> Sar radios, before he sets a course for Hound Base