Log:Rogue Night Boogie
It's a rescue mission. Bounty Hunter style.
OOC Date: October 22, 2022
Location: Taris System
Participants: Bounty Hunters Guild: GM: Chon Kohnner, Amal Jha, Kael Greystorm, Tara Sur
CHON KOHNNER was not the type of Klatooinian who enjoyed the idea of slavery. In a past life, and one he kept to himself, he had been one. A soldier, taken from his home on Klatooine to train, for one of the many many Hutt Lords within the Cartel. To be a Monster who obeyed and killed for his masters. Thankfully, he found his way out. He received a new identity and went into a profitable trade.
On Nar Shadaa, the Canine had put time and money into the Twi'lik Night Club and through it's seedier aspects had found the location of his remaining family members; His Sisters who had also been pressed into involuntary servitude. He had already paid for their new Identities and placed a bounty for their return. Once he removed them from this place they could all live happily ever after... If he could remove them, that is.
Those riding with Pup The Space Ronin would notice that he shut the engines off and glided Amal's Skipray into a crater just outside the shield bubble of the Mining station. It was a short walk until they could pass through the bubble. Slow enough objects could pass through the shield like there was nothing there. The gravity was weak but not unbearable. Cresting the crater they could look down upon the mining station and it's loading area. To the left was a network of caves if the team wished to explore that way... Or chose the more direct approach. There didn't appear to be any security outside as no-one seemed to expect anyone to go out of their way to attack such an insignificant operation on such a hellish landscape.
Amal Jha was not at the pilot's seat of the Skipray. While she was a fine and capable pilot, she was no gunner, and so, best to leave such tasks to those who likely had more skill. Instead, she waited not far from the loading ramp, her face partly obscured by a breathing mask, though, given the small quantity of air the mask was able to produce movement into the better ventilated areas of the station was to be preferred. As was her preference, uncaring, perhaps, of whether or not the vacuum of space would be kind to her body, she wore her usual white on white attire, the rapier which she preferred held at a low ready.
Glancing back towards the pilot's seat, Amal's voice was placid, hitting each syllable with a measured beat, "Chon, I will assume that casualties are not an issue, so long as the two targets are extracted?" Maximum carnage was, let's be honest, Amal's preferred mode of action in such situations as these.
Kael's along for the ride not a fan of slavery himself he's settled into his tank of armor as he relaxes in the back of the Skipray. Sitting up as they slow down and pass through the shields as he runs a diagnostic on the power armor, "I'm here to follow your lead." At Amal's question he grins a bit before he settles his helmet over his head and locks it in place before he draws his pistols out one on each him checking them before reholstering also checking the grip of his sword and then another weapon on his belt, "Despite my armor I can handle both covert and overt."
Slavers. One of the almost guaranteed ways to get Tara to take on a job. Scum of the universe. She'd seen the hire notice pop up and hit accept after a quick skim, and was now prone on the rim of the crater, peering down at the station through her helmet's magnification. The ID10 unit maglocked to the back of her armor was peering up as well, primary photoreceptor visible over the hunter's shoulder. <<"Ca'tra, run a scan. See what you can pick up, get us an idea of what's around here.">>
The droid rises slightly higher, extending an antenna from the top of her dome for about fifteen seconds, before lowering again. <<"All life signs are inside the station. Approximately thirty to sixty signatures, the heat from the processing machinery is throwing off thermals, and the rock is making other signals fuzzy.">>
The T-slit visor turns to face Khonner, the mandalorian lifting one shoulder. <<"Your mission, your call. Caves seem clear if we want covert, or we can blow the front door and go in loud.">>
<<"Kill as many and whoever you want...">> Chon voiced through the Vocorder in his helmet. <<"Just not my Sisters...">> That of course was obvious. However, keeping them alive in a firefight where they could catch a stray bolt might be a bit more interesting.
When given the option of front door or caves, Kohnner would of course choose the most brash and direct way in. <<"Perhaps knocking on the door might yield favorable results.">> Without another word he summit the Crater and started down towards the Mining Facility.
Once the team arrived there, just above the loading dock there was a blast-door. The whole place looked run down, poorly maintained, in need of several new walls. <<"You'd think my sisters would be in some fancy place serving the crest of society.">> He'd forgotten how ugly he actually was. Chon pressed the open button on the doors. After a long pause, they opened into an air lock. He stepped in and attempted to peer through the view-port into the station. There was currently no security yet.
"This, I believe, is why I enjoy working with you." Amal, of course, had few morals, but it helped when the others around her also had low morals, in the things that mattered. Saying nothing else, she disembarked the blastboat, moving with the rest of the team towards the airlock. Just in case, she kept the rebreather on, as she made her way to the door, "If we are going in, we might as well go in." Amal cycled the release on the doors, waiting with patience for the door to unseal itself, and the door behind them to close. No one wished to be vented into space.
<<"Osik security, I'll say that much.">> Tara rolls her eyes inside her helmet when the exterior door opens right away. Spying an access panel inside the airlock, she nods towards it again. <<"Ca'tra, If their systems are like their door, see if you can get us some intel.">> The droid floats over, jacks in, and soon images are flickering across the HUDs of the team members who'd synced to the tacnet. THe droid's coruscanti accent comes across the comm again. <<"Good news. Everyone appears to be in the mess, busy eating. Four guards spotted.">> Tara nods in satisfaction, stacking up on one side of the inner door, one hand on the grip of her Z6 baton, the other for now empty and bent slightly at the wrist to clear the housing on her bracer. <<"Okay, stay here for now, keep seeing if you can tap further into the system. If we can get overrides on the internal doors, it'll be a big advantage. You pick up on anyone coming, hide.">>
Kael steps into the airlock with the others. As it cycles and he steps through into the hallway he sighs as he looks down and spots something, "One coming around the corner down the hall." His hand drifts down and draws his X-8 pistol out as he waits to see if it's an enemy or not before just destroying them. "So only targets here that are off limits are the ones we are here to rescue good. Makes things easier."
Chon herms softly to himself as Amal opens the other end of the hatch. He glances towards Tara and her droid. <<"According to my source, my Sisters are working in the kitchen.">> At the announcement of someone coming around the corner and Kael drawing his weapon, the Klatooinian puts his hand to his own sword just under the tattered and torn hooded cloak he wears. He steps through the doorway.
Just outside the hatch is of course a long hallways. No doors. It's bathed in bright lights and lined with reflective white splash-board. It's almost blinding. However, it allows for reflections. Which is why Kael was able to warn everyone about the two guards who round the corner. They stop, freezing as they notice the four coming through the hatch. They wear old hand me down prison guard coveralls with basic armor. Of course, being a slaver meant you wanted your work force not dead. So they didn't use blasters. Instead, in their hands were stun batons.
The shock of the infiltration team being there left the two guards stunned leaving a opportunity for the team to attack.
The heads up was appreciated, as was the verbal update from the droid. Being unarmored and unhelmed, meant that Amal was not privy to as much information as the others might have. She did not, however, waste what information she had been given. As soon as the team was through the doors, and the alert came that guards we inbound, Amal went to work. As calm and measured as she was when she walked, running was not unlike a crashing wave. Smooth on the rise and thunderous in the fall, as Amal's body moved to allow her to make the distance between herself and the guards, rapier humming to life as she activated the plasma core. The weapon made short work of the guards, the rapier tip meeting nearly no resistance as it cut trough poor clothing and not-entirely, one would imagine, well maintained bodies. All was well, as Amal kicked the bodies out of the way, so as not to create stumbling blocks for their exit. Her free right hand indicated that the team was free to proceed ahead.
Kael chuckles as he watches them rapidly dispatched, "Well that... Went better than expected." He looks around the halls a bit, "Which way do we expect them to be held at? And are there any safeguards we need to disable before removing your Sisters?"
Tara lets out an appreciative whistle at the swordwork. <<"Kandosii." Having exhausted the current hookup, Ca'tra flew down the hall and reattached to Tara's backplate. <<"Two directions ahead. Guard control room, and storage.">> Tara nodded, turning to face the former direction indicated by the droid's manipulator. <<"I'm thinking we head down there, it should let us take control of the whole station's security. Leave Ca'tra there, the rest of us go eliminate any remaining guards, and I can bring the Aay'han in to take the rest of the captives out of here.">>
Kohnner watches Amal dispatch the two Guards with ease, their blood smeared crimson across the very white walls. There was one thing to say about this place, the security was out dated and it was not the top of the line facility. More than likely an old mining outpost either bought or just simply abandoned and taken over by who ever.
Kohnner shrugged and moved along towards the corner where the bodies lay. He peeked around that Corner. Then to Kael's question and Tara's suggestion. <<"The coast seems clear.">> He moves further into the hallway and starts towards the right, hand going back to the hilt of his sword.
They can hear talking as they get closer to the control room. A dark area up ahead where there appears to be monitors hanging from a rack in the center of a circular room. Very few of them seem to work. One on the mess hall, another on the cell block which is empty. One in the kitchen where two Klatooinian women work cleaning up. All other monitors remain off or simply produce static.
There are two guards here. They look a bit older than the two killed by Amal back by the airlock. "Are Yappy and Hutch done grabbing that stash of spice yet? I'm starting to really get antsy."
The other responds, "Relax. Give them a moment. They're probably having a quick go at each other. You know. They're keen on one another."
"Yeah Yeah..." One reaches into a bag of crisps, the other turns up the volume on the Holodrama they're watching. Their backs are to the team.
Amal moved with the team, using what information she was given to plan the attack. When they were in range of the voices, the pale echani moved ahead. It was unlikely that she would blend into the background, no matter that it was white and so was she, but, however it turned out, she did manage to make it to the pair without alerting them to her presence. The rapier was lifted, brought to bare as she stabbed into the first of the guards. Something, though, stuck inside of him, and she did not manage to work the blade inside to kill him, only to pull the blade free. Which, of course, left her open to attack.
Tara snapped the baton out, the weapon unfolding and activating as she snaps off a shot with her wrist laser. The guard in question, thanks to just being stabbed, jerked to one side enough for the bolt to sizzle past and scorch the wall plating. Charging forward, the hunter tucks her head and readies the baton, hoping the remaining guard chooses to shoot at her beskar armored form instead of the squishier echani.
Kael's pistol hand comes up and he sights in on the lieutenant that Amal wasn't fighting and sighs a bit as the first two shots go wide but as the third one finally hits he chuckles, "Guess my shooting is a bit rusty sorry."
Moving to the side Kohnner lets Kael let off his silenced pistol towards one of the two Control Room Guards. At least one of his blaster strikes ring true. The Canine blasts forwards then, catching the fury of the Injured guards reprisal via stun baton. He ducks of of the way, his blade freeing from it's sheath and slashing across the midsection. It's misses by a hair, cutting the coverall instead. Kohnner presses the attack, two more quick slashes, cutting down the guard in a flurry of violence. The guard reaches up with a bloody hand, attempting to press the general alarm. A comically large big red button. He dies before he can find the final strength to do so. He turns, watching Amal face off with the remaining guard.
It was a group effort, and clearly, Amal was not disheartened by being unable to destroy her enemies in one fell swoop. Such was the way of combat. Some strikes struck true, others did not. But for every strike that did not hit its target, there was another that would, and dipping to the side to avoid the strike aimed in her direction Amal dispatched the final guard with a stab of her rapier through his throat. A flick of her wrist freed the weapon and cleared it of blood before she stepped back to allow the team access to the security terminal.
<<"Nice bladework.">> Tara gives Amal a nod, Ca'tra detaching from her shoulder and floating over to the terminal. <<"One moment. ...This system uses a differing architecture to the previous one. The coder was skilled-">> The array of green lights representing doors on the screen all immediately flash red. <<"...That is a nonstandard failure condition. My apologies.">>
Kael sighs just slightly as all the doors open and he steps up to the console and pulls a port out of his armor and plugs it into the system as he begins to work on closing the doors that shouldn't be open, "Well that should slow 'em down..." He looks around a bit more, "Should we fry the system on the way out?" As he gains control of the systems he closes all the excess doors, "And done."
There is a shrug from Kohnner as to the question of frying the system. <<"Might help if people come looking for who did this. I don't care either way. They can come find me, save the work of me hunting them down and killing them.">> What an edgy Canin Chon was.
The door ahead leading into the mess opens. On the screen above where the 4 remaining guards are, they become alert, calling over comms to the dead men inside the control room. "What's going on in there? Hello?"
The prisoners take notice of the doors opening. They hesitate, even the panic from the guards watching over them not enough to get them to try to flee. They had been well and truly subdued. Their chance fades away as Kael closes the excess doors.
Kohnner, being the blunt and forward type of person, marches his way sword drawn through the freshly open door and into the mess. Murder on his mind.
"Thank you." Amal was not a chatterer, as a rule, when she was under orders, but she did understand that a kindness should be returned, and a compliment was always appreciated. She offered no assistance as the doors were managed, "better to coral the chattel to prevent them trampling themselves or our targets." It was just logical, as the doors into the mess were opened and Amal went left, leading with her rapier, on her, currently, strong side. The first two guards proved as ineffective as their hallway brethren, and Amal swiftly cut them down, kicking the bodies aside. Always with an eye towards a clear route of departure. "We are not here for you," she offered to the slaves, "Stay where you are. You will not be harmed."
<<"I'll be taking anyone who wants off this rock out of here, some of my friends can help them get a new life.">> Tara steps through the door right behind Amal. While the Echani cuts two down with her sword, the bounty hunter goes loud. The laser on her right wrist roars, the heavy bolt burning straight through one guard's chest and dropping him smoking to the ground, Her second target has better reflexes and dodges the first bolt from her pistol, but the second one strikes home in his right shoulder. <<"As soon as we're done with these hut'uun,">> She nods to the guards, <<"I'll be bringing a ship in. Anyone who wants off this rock and help reconnecting with their family or finding a new life? You've got a ride with me.">>
Kael stalks in after the others entered and began to clear out the guards he holsters his pistol removing a metallic cylinder from his belt the slight whirring of the power armor can be heard before the snap hiss of a lightsaber activating the blade glowing a dark blue as he maneuvers into a sword fighting stand the blade swinging around the last guard and a sigh as he just completely misjudges the weight and balance swinging wide for all of them, "Stand still so I can kill you!"
Kohnner stares for a moment as Kael hacks and slashes with what could only be described as a fabled weapon of the Jedi. The Klatooinian sighs and stabs the last guard through the chest, ending his existence with one last gasp of air. <<"I have fought alongside those touched by the force. I was helped by one in my most dire time of need.">> He looks from the corpse of the guard to Kael, <<"No offense, but you're not any kind of Jedi.">> He removes his blade from the blood dripping from it. And without another word, enters the kitchen to be reunited with his Sisters.
The slaves are startled at the entrance of the party. Especially Tara and her laser. They duck and shuttle, crawling under tables. Silverware and trays with food still in them clatter the the ground.
The Guards die quickly and Amal's advice heeded. Any thought of escape now rushed away. If they thought the Guards were dangerous, these new people were worse.
However, Tara's promise brings about surprise. It takes some a few moments to gain courage to come out and up to the Mandalorian, disbelief that they might actually be free.
The station was theirs and who it belonged to? That was a story for another time.
