Log:Slavers Beware

The Corellian Rangers take out a Slaver Ring

OOC Date: Oct 19th 2018
Location: Corellia
Participants: Corellian Rangers, Tylin Creel, Merek, Anadesi Driver, Elrych Cometburn, Parthenia Antorias, Kal Lightspear

The warehouse sits just on the outskirts of town. Old decrepit buildings, long since their prime, dot the landscape. The target building is the middle of two buildings that are mostly rubble. A perfect place to house future slaves before they are shipped out. As the sun grows low on the horizon the guards, 4 on the outside, make their rounds. Definitely not professionals as they smoke, joke and hardly give a glance outwards while they patrol around the warehouse. There is one that hangs out just in front of the flickering over head light right in front of the two large doorways. Doorways that when opened a vehicle can drive right in. On the right side is a man size door, the light over it long burned out.

The Rangers were tipped off for this location and that the slavers were going to move the future slaves this evening. So they had to act fast. Not wishing to flash who they were all members were told to wear armor under their street clothes and to bring only legal weapons. Now as they creep up onto the target building Tylin gives the directions.

"Rip, your lead in this. We have to take out those guards and move in fast before the one's inside decide to kill the hostages. The word I received was there were twenty to twenty five. Mostly young girls and the more able bodied. I wouldn't count on assistance from them. I am sure they have been traumatized to be submissive. We free them and take them to the Farm house so we can identify who they are and get them home." Ty eyes each member "Everyone got it?" She then turns to Rip "All your's Rip. What do you want us to do?"

Light rain dotted the dark all weather cape of one smuggler whose name was not so famously Rip. The man in question was the one Tylin had indicated was taking the lead on this soiree. The realization that he was in charge did not hit initially so he just nodded his head and looked blankly at Tylin for direction until the pregnant silence brought with it the heavy weight of responsibility. Stirred from his moment of inaction, he tried to speak but coughed, then cleared his throat and stepped out to stand beside her. "I think it's pretty kriffin' obvious what needs to be done. An old fashioned Corellian butt-whoopin', but we got to do a few things before then, yeah?"

Looking to everyone, he smiled a charming grin and brought a hand up to swipe the dark strands from his eyes, casually guiding them to the lobe of his ear. "I'll keep this simple. We need to lure them away from the hostages, but it ain't gonna be rocket surgery exactly. Being that it's night time, and a bit rainy, will make it difficult for footing, but I've just the tool to draw 'em out for a wonderful ambush point. I suppose one improvised explosive should suffice, I'll have to see where we can set it though. Damn thing is real touchy, damn near blew up on me. To aid us with this, Ty.. you should see about slicing into local power grids and taking those lights out. They can't shoot nothing if they can't bloody see us. When my explosion goes off, and hopefully, the patrol goes to investigate. We shoot 'em up all gunslinger style, then converge on the warehouse for a quick /hey, we're the good guys! Follow us!/, then get the kriff outta there. Questions before any of this goes to drek?"

Merek has decided to put on his fiber armor with some modifications to make it easier to wear with his casual attire. It would seem that he also has on a poncho which masks some of his features, something that shouldn't actually manage to take anyone's attention due to the weather. It would seem that he isn't trusting about identity. Within it, upon his hip, is the pistol which he keeps with him, while a knife is on the other.

The Knight takes a look at his PDA to take map details of the city and also farmlands while he walks. He looks aside to those that are there and seems to consider, "Well, it's an interesting plan."

Elrych was back on his home of Corellia. Why? Well the cover reason was to run Cargo. The real reason was to help this resistance cell along. One would suppose that he was the only Resistance representation at the moment, not even officially ordered here. Being a Jedi had its privilages with the military. "Baby..." He whispers, the R2 Unit next to him tweeting at attention.

The Holoware-Sunshades dorning sneaker wearing Young One shook his head as he pulled a white earbud from his ears. "No... not you, Baby. Baby as in Nia, Baby... get it Baby?" He frowns, looking to the older Redhead. His partner and fellow Corellian Parthenia. "This is going to get confusing." He looks over towards Rip, "Listen, bro. I'm kinda still a crappy Jedi so don't expect me to pick up all the slack, alright?" He pauses, "Unless we need to get out of here... which..." He looks back to Nia, "Is why I was asking you. Have you mapped out the location and the best possible escape routes?" He was standing somewhere nearby, speaking as lowly as he could, searching around for his 718 which he hoped he remember to bring. He might try the Stunsaber but it was not prefered. He wores a blue corellian cut fliht jacket, a white shirt, and a pair of breeches with second class bloodstripes on them. He finally locates the blaster and pulls it free, "Alright..." He breaths out and attempts to call on the force to aid him. He looks to Rip, "Hey man... can I try something before the explosion? Like... just real quick?"

Nia was with Elrych. This is how relationships worked, you did potentially dangerous stuff together! She's wearing her fiber armor, but it's probably not going to get her out of much trouble should they get into a huge gun battle. She is wearing an old leather blaster holster crosswise with a modified blaster in it should she need to get to it quickly. There's a look to Rip as he speaks and then to El as her calls her Baby, "Find another nickname then." she chuckles softly with a shake of her head to the younger Corellian. Then there's a pat to Baby's head as she quiets a bit and watches things.

Tick tick. The blaster held lazily in Anadesi's hand twitches like a geiger counter around turbolaser slag. Her index finger mercifully remains settled on the trigger guard rather than on the thin metal line between sedate tool and accidental discharge. Squatted, back pressed up against whatever inanimate hard surface is available, her stony eyes remain fixated on the ground until the comparatively varied tone of a voice breaks through the din of the looming city and pitterpatter of drizzling rain.

Anadesi glances up at the sharp-featured man and allows her gaze to linger for a moment. Wordlessly, gravity seems to overcome her visage as she draws back down to examine the dirt. A breath is drawn in; the deep, lung-filling kind. With a whisper, it slides out between her slightly parted lips.

The guards keep milling about in one large clump instead of truly making a proper perimeter of the place and instead decide to secure it by walking around it over and over save for that one man posted that the door. He at least seems to have some modicum of sense about him as he keeps his eyes shielded from what light there is on the street and peers out into the rainy gloom.

Meanwhile the other four turn the corner and one starts talking loudly about his supposed escapades with one of the other guards older sister which earns him a punch to the arm by the brother and laughter from the other but not very much guarding. Rip Recker (Rip) pages: Wow, Anadesi was a great find. What a great pose.

Nodding to Rip "Got it, take the lights out on your command. I can do that. I thought it would be something hard." Followed by a smirk to the big man. She smiles at the others, each in turn. "Good luck," she says before settling her gaze on El and Nia "Thanks for helping us out." Then she is off. Looking for the perfect spot. Because that is what Ty does. Finding herself at an old net junction box she takes out her comp connector and her modified datapad. All connected she begins to work, shifting a bit to find a better seat in the rubble of the building next to the hostage building. Never taking her eyes off the shielded glow of the datapad she finally looks up and over to Rip. A nod and a thumbs up signals that she is ready when he says the word.

A glance is paid to everyone before looking to Elrych and his disclaimer. Rip pats his arm firmly and grins. "A Jedi? And here I thought those guys were just roles in holovids. Hot damn, kid. Do what you need to, yeah. I'm just going to arm this charge given the insecurity I detect in your voice." Rip gestures for Elrych to move ahead. Before leaving the immediate area, Rip looks toward Tylin who said her part would be easy. "You've already been shot once this week, let's keep that down to a minimum, sweetheart." He gestures a finger gun at her before reaching beneath the confines of his all-weather cape and producing the circular shaped incendiary charge, flipping its arming switch to the armed position. Then he taps the encrypted comm unit in his ear. <<Can you hear me, darlin?>> His voice is hushed.

Merek looks to the others, while he speaks with his voice changed a bit, "I will provide some back-up if needed, but hopefully we can avoid a lot of combat possibly."

Elrych looks to Nia, "Yeah but... I don't like Shnook'ems and I don't think you'd like that either. It's all gross and cute and stuff." He looks back over towards Rip as he moves out to place the explosives before focusing his attention on the guards. "Yeah well... Padawan is the term, man. It sounds lame, I know." He flicks his hands, stretching them out in front of him. Looking back to Nia again, he smirks. "Check this out Babe..." Then wiggles his fingers like Jizz hands. "You want to go towards the tree line... You have to take a leak." He whispers. Yet, when nothing happens he blushes. "Hold on... just one second... there's a trick to it, I swear." Performance Anxiety much?

Nia gives a dip of her head to Tylin, "It's no problem." she tells her quietly. Then there's a shake of her head to El, "Should keep the Jedi thing a bit quieter hon." she tells him with a bit of a smile. Because Kylo swooping in wasn't the best thing. "What about sweetie or something like that?" she teases him as she keeps her hand near the grip of her blaster. Then she takes a moment and reaches out to pat his shoulder when he has performance anxiety, "It's totally alright." she murmurs.

Anadesi labors to swallow the alkaline broth running in rivlets down her cheeks to meet at the edges of her ajar mouth. The flavor elicits a shiver that culminates in a final rattle of her weapon before abruptly her fingers curl steadfast about the grip. The whine of her gloves betrays the violence of the gesture, pulling thin about her knuckles in mock display of what must be whitening skin beneath the obscuring fabric.

A precious moment is spent studying the self-proclaimed practitioners of the force, Anadesi's expression stoic and unassuming as her lips pull flat. The span of a heartbeat passes before she slips in to the shorter woman's wake without a declarative word. With a practiced familiarity, she hustles hunkered with singular focus. When she comes to a crouched halt, she plays the part of Tylin's shadow remaining still save to reach out and press two fingers gently against the earthen-hued fabric garbing the woman she had followed.

The guards continue on their circuit of the building with their bladders feeling quite content as is. Their conversation only drifts to the group in bits and pieces over the patter of the rain but it is still good natured joking and perhaps some plans about what to do with their soon to be had credits.

The one guard at the door shifts to lean against the wall and pats the pocket of his jacket before pulling out a thin cylinder that he brings to his mouth to take a drag from with a soft green light flaring at the tip and then a haze of mist being blown from his mouth.

The drizzle continues to fall. Heavy drops plopping in puddles where they collect and fall from the roof and other overhead obstructions. Ty uses the sleeve of her top to wipe the front of the datapad before using it to wipe at her brow and runny nose, a sniffle as she does. "Sweetheart," she grouses in a subdued voice. "I'll show him sweetheart alright." She glaces up once the datapad and her face are fairly free from the drops of rain to check on the others. A cock of her head as she watches El do something weird with his fingers "Well alrighty then," she continues in her low voice.

A thumbs up is flashed to Nia before Ty glances up to Anadesi "Glad you are here, I can't shoot worth 'nuthin," she tells the woman. "And besides, I gotta keep this connection up. Blasted CorSec really doubled up the security before the FO showed up. Makes it hard for an honest woman to do a bit of dishonest work," she tells with a wink.

She looks out the rubble to the target warehouse and a sigh "I can't imagine what is going on in the minds of those children," but then her teeth grind "I want to see all those slavers pay for what they have done."

There had been such a build up to this point, but sadly Elrych let the group down as nothing but air is wasted in the effort to do.. whatever it was he tried to do with his spirit fingers. Stepping up behind Nia and Elrych, his face appears in between them awkwardly and he whispers while the bomb is still held in close proximity of their back but safely within his /capable/ hands. "..this happen often?" He looks to Elrych first, then lazily glances to Nia and smirks. "I'm sorry, honey." Transitioning from two hands holding the bomb to one, Rip places a finger to his ear. <<Kill it, Ty. We're gonna move in while these guys are smokin' and jokin'.>> Crackles the whispered voice of Rip, who now moves to stand abreast of Elrych, watching the group from the shadows still.

Merek draws out his pistol, which is modified up to look nice, the scope shifted so that he can place it to his side as he nods to Recker, while he waits for the demolitions to begin, and to see about how the situation moves from there.

Elrych looks back to Nia, "Yeah you're probably right..." Then he looks back to see what Rip is doing, then if he can see what Tylin is doing. He notices the one Guard at the door and grumbles... He stares at Rip, looks to Nia, "Just a moment there's still one at the door." He clears his throat and looks back that way, focusing his concentration on that one guard. "Herm... maybe." He takes a deep breath and stretches out his hands again, a bit more serious this time. "You've left the oven on at home, you must turn it off." There's a slight tingle, "I think..." He waits. "I think..." And then with an extra push he can feel the connection. -(OOC)- Elrych Cometburn says, "Fucking RNG" Kal Lightspear has partially disconnected.

Nia gives a look to Tylin and there's a nod to her, then there's a bit of a look to Rip when he is suddenly RIGHT THERE. She gives the man a bit of side eye, "His skills not involving the Force are just fine, I can assure you of that." she gives him a big smile. Then she's giving a look to El and she reaches out to squeeze his arm, "Just relax." she tells him gently.

Joking and smoking. That's what the guards are up to as the group of Ranger stand in the shadows and contemplate Elrych's inadequacies. The group of four jokers round the other side of the building to be heading back towards the group so their voices carry better over the sound of the rain, "So then I said, "No, that isn't MY hand!" to uproarous laughter from the other three.

The guard at the door takes another drag from his glowing stick thing and tilts his head up spew more vapor into the air before he blinks... and lets out a curse. The glowing stick is tucked back into his pocket and he steps away from the door to yell over at the group of guards "Hey, you idiots.. I think I left my stove on. I gotta go in and send a message to have it checked. Keep your eyes open and your mouths shut." before he steps to the man sized door and it hisses open to let him inside before closing behind him.

Anadesi's response to the petite woman is demure in its delivery; her cheek puffing up as the right side of her lip pulls awkwardly. The other side of her face seems laden with a melancholy gravity that lends to the short-lived tenure of the weak gesture.

"I'll do my best," Anadesi utters softly, the words cloying in their dulcet tone but airy as if she were trying to expunge her lungs at the same time. She shifts her weight from one knee to the other, not hesitating to press against the dirt-laden ground. Her expression returns to its grim cast; echoing the low-spirited weather.

Nodding to Anadesi "You'll do fine. I am sure. We will let the brutes take them out and follow up right in their footsteps." Then another check of the datapad and all is good.

As the one guard begins to amble off and her com's crackles with Rip she nods. A few taps of her fingers and boom. The lights go out. She checks the screen then taps the coms herself <<Fail safe kicked in. We have five minutes before the lights get recycled. Gotta move now. Go go go.>> She commands over the coms as she disengages her connection and swaps the datapad for her blaster. Be afraid, very afraid.

Reck raises his hands in surrender when he gets the side eye. "Easy now...there's a pretty smile." He returns the smile and trains his gaze out toward the one at the door as he suddenly went inside, yelling at the group which had returned. When this boss went inside, the lights went out and Reck moved out quickly, running through the darkness. Given the proximity of this roving group, Reck did not think he could sneak in and place the bomb appropriately. So in some Corellian fashion, he closes the distance to the group and stops just short of the group. He underhands the charge casually toward them from less than 5m away while his free hand draws the remote detonator. "Hey hold that!" Click, and queue the fireworks. The shaped charge detonates enveloping the group with flames while resulting in a sudden gust of concussive energy that sends Reck's cape flapping wildly behind him before picking him up from his feet and carrying him haphazardly backward and through the air to land on his back and roll several cycles before colliding with a nearby dumpster made of everything that could make a loud noise in the galaxy.

Merek waits for the fight to begin, and when Recker does his thing, he switches up with his blaster so he can aim to one of the Guards. He then shoots the weapon twice, with one hitting a wall and another upon the man while he moves forward to take a position of advantage. He then shifts his hand to the pack and makes the weapon cool so it can keep up.

Elrych pumps his fits as he was able to get the Boss to dip back inside the building and out of the way of their entrance. However, that joy is short lived as Rip moves out. "Oh boy, here we go." He says giving a glance to Nia, flicking the toggle on his blaster to Stun. When the eruption comes and merek starts shooting, Elrych does as well, picking a different target.

Nia just gives a look to Rip and there's a chuckle, "Don't get hurt out there, okay?" she tells the guy. Then...he's getting blown to hell. That is EXACTLY the opposite of this plan. Thank god for that quick draw grip she got from that guy that built her that shiny new blaster on Kafrene. He was a good guy. She takes aim at a different target than El and fires, but apparently she's not having a good time with hitting anything tonight either.

"I'm not afraid," Anadesi affirms as her attention slides by the other woman to alight on the carousing figures. The nose of her weapon twitches with the voracity of a dousing rod. As the light vanishes, so does her grip on reality as the world grows impossibly small. The edges of her vision contracts to darkness even as her pupils gape to drink in light as a black hole devours particles in space. Silence, a ringing, and then it all floods back in a torrent of light and whining blaster dampeners further punctuating by the detonators clarion call.

Clumsily following the other woman's lead, Anadesi's untrained shots lose themselves in the gloom rather than burying themselves in flesh. "Bith spit," she curses with an animalistic snarl; spittle lost in the falling rain. Instinctually, her attentions cast themselves across the field to alight upon Rip's crumpled, but fair-featured outline.

The group of guards yells something less than pleasant back to the one that disappears inside.. but not until after the door is fully closed and he is out of ear range. Their conversation starts back up, but is abruptly interrupt by the approach of Rip, "Hey, you!" one of them calls just as the and package is tossed their way and their eyes go wide. Not sure what it is, but not wary of anything from pocket sand to a baby being thrown at them by pick pockets, the one in the lead kicks out at the make shift explosive to kick it aside jjust far enough so that when it detonates the group is thrown off their feet from the concussive blast as well, but still have all their pieces.

The four thugs roll across the ground from the explosion and seemed dazed even as the blaster fire slices through the rain around them. One is hit and lets out a squeal of pain while the others all stagger to their feet draw their weapons, but are too stunned for the moment to return fire. Kal Lightspear has partially disconnected.

All heck has broken loose. The momentary flash of the explosion, the boom that rolls across the land and the blaster fire that lights up the air. In general - mayhem. Guards stand stunned as one takes blaster fire and falls to his knees. The rest maybe be blessed by the explosion as they get knocked down and are missed by the freedom fighter's fire.

Ty is up and running, stepping clear of Anadesi cause she knows that you don't shoot if one of your guys is in front of you. She stops, raises the pistol. Carefully using two hands, squinting her eyes - yes both, and pulls the trigger. Just as she does both eyes close and the blaster goes off. "Bloody hell, I hit him!" She repeats and fires again. This shot goes up, nearly straight up. Good think a shuttle wasn't flying over head.

Whatever debris has managed to fall on Reck is navigated with lazy ease as the disoriented smuggler stumbles from the shadows again, coughing and patting out the flames on his nice shirt. His hair is wild, and his face is covered with black soot. Coughing, he stumbles away from the dumpster to limp toward the collapsed warehouse bearing right from the Rangers' perspective. He plants his back against the wall, hopefully out of relative sight while he retrieves his blaster and continues to cough. Turning his head right, he watches as the firefight ensues, and hears Ty's triumphrant scream. <<Well keep shooting them!>> Reck is far too disoriented to shoot at this moment, but his senses are returning.

Merek looks over to Recker while he moves, then he takes another couple of shots towards the Guard. It does hit him, and it seems like he is checking the weapon once again. He holds up the weapon with both of his hands as he does take a knee as a form of cover it would seem. His gaze watches from the poncho hood as he does so.

Elrych stays with Nia, backing her up and providing at least Cover fire... Well that's what he'd tell anyone he was doing with all those missed shots. He was a fly-boy, a smuggler. This wasn't his bag, but he could keep his own if needed. Military training sticks with you.

Nia gives a look over to make sure that everyone else is at least still up and going. Her gun isn't made for the killing, mostly stunning. Gor told her he didn't want her shooting herself. So there was that. She manages to wing one of the guys she was shooting at. But that's it. A winging!

The stunned guards are taking shots but now they are shooting back as the night is ripped apart with blaster fire going from the freedom fighters and now going towards them. Children's screams can be heard from inside the warehouse as the noise grows with each passing moment. The wet duracrete glistens with blaster fire. It would almost be pretty if it weren't so deadly.

Moving again towards the building, legs pumping as she runs, Ty just wants to get inside and save the children. But then she cries out as she takes a blaster bolt to the leg. Her armor helped but not to keep her on her feet. She goes tumbling across the wet pavement "Damnit," she gets out as she comes to a stop, one hand on her blaster the other on her leg.

The muscle in Anadesi's chest wrings itself tight in adrenaline charged panic. Oxygen crashes with haphazard agility from lungs to brain leaving her mind reeling and teetering on the edge of sensory overload. For a moment, she stands idly, lost in the maze of a million decisions in a situation she isn't prepared for. The cloying scent of oil released from the drenched earth does little to help with this as it suppresses the acrid scent of spent blaster ammunition and scorched flesh with equal efficacy.

Shaking off her malaise, Rip is efficiently appraised from a distance. Dumb. Alive. A dubious combination but not worth her attention. Anadesi whirls. The closest victim is Tylin as one of the guards strikes true. Coiled muscle launches the medically trained woman in to action as implements are produced from her belt. In stark contrast to her mediocre shooting, Anadesi's assessment and application are reasonably accurate and swift: the husk of a spent spray hypo discarded haphazardly.

The four guards manage to get back to their feet with blasters out and regain some resemblance of sense about them at blasters fire on. A couple of them move to try and find some sort of cover, thoug there are meager pickings for it before returning fire at the group of Ranger's and allies while the other two stand their ground and fire away with a yell, "We're under attack! We're under attack!" as if the explosion hadn't been enough of a give away to those inside.

Utilizing the advantage of the crossfire, Reck steps slightly out pieing the corner with his blaster. He obtains sight alignment and sight picture, squinting his eyes slightly and squeezing the trigger. Reck's firing stance is a practiced one, which is bi-lateral where he keeps his blaster close to his mid-section while capitalizing on the close proximity of the sights; this is a close-quarters oriented firing stance. The results of his training are seen as two decisive shots that catch the unsuspecting guard in the torso in quick succession. Reck transitions back to cover. <<Keep the fire up, people!>>

Merek draws up the blaster, while he takes a shot in his arm with the bolt. It sears through the poncho as well as skin, then he aims with the sights, taking the shot at the guards which kills the one that he was engaged with. Then, once he has, he takes out the pack with a click of the weapon, then he places a new one into the pistol as well.

There is a tingle at the back of Elrych's neck. He knows that sense, danger. Something is about to kill you. So he drops out of the way as a blaster bolt screams past and through where he was. He takes Aim again and squeezes the trigger twice, "Suck my Jag-on, Nerf Terd!" He shouts. Looking over to Nia, he watches her take a bolt and imediately crawls/scampers over to her. "You alright, sweetheart?" She probably isn't. He looks her over anyways.

Nia's been shot before! But this one hurts more. Bastards! The Corellian gives a look over to El when he comes over and there's a bit of nod to him as she drops her modified and pulls out her holdout, because someone was getting shot for real. "I'm fine hon." she tells El as she peeks over cover and takes a shot at the same guards she had been shooting at. "We've got people to shoot and kids to save." she adds.

Anadesi spares no time for bedside manner as she pivots on the ball of her foot and scrabbles across the glistening duracrete with the alacrity of a fleeing spider. Singular of focus, she devours distance between herself and the woman with the inferno-inspired frock of hair deviating only to take advantage of cover as it makes itself available.

"Move," Anadesi growls at the younger man, forcefully shoving him aside with a hipcheck. A package is torn open and slapped over the wound with little mind paid to whatever the other woman is experiencing from her blaster wounds. The bacta-infused implement compresses of its own accord, wrapping about the opening and sealing at least the mud out for the moment.

Caught by surprise, the guard Rip fires on gets hit squarely and takes a half step sideways before collapsing to the ground with a yell. One of the other guards spins then and sends a wayward short Rip's way while fire continues to be exchanged. Another guard falls under the onslaught, but the other manages to tag Tylin with another hit.

Still the blaster fire continues but now the slavers are getting the worse of it. They are dropping. But our intrepid heros are not going unscathed. The guards get luck and hits begin to mount on the freedom fighters.

Ty gives Anadesi a shaky smile as the medic hovers over her. "Thanks, thanks a lot. See to the others I'm good to go." But clearly she isn't as she takes another blast to the shoulder and crumples to the ground. "Crap, that hurts," she mutters. But it's the children "Go, go, save he kids," she gets out but is currently unable to follow. Okay, she will stay out here and keep guard.

Reck jerks his leg up in typical reaction as sparks from the wayward bolt follow him to cover but miss valiantly. "Drek!" Ducking more to a crouch, he pies again this time catching the kriffer shooting at him square in the face. He tries to squeeze off another shot, but the wet ground causes him to lose his footing and he falls back behind cover, his back planting firmly against the unforgiving wall. "Oof!" <<One left! Blast the drek out of him already, Rangers!>>

Merek shifts a bit at the usual exchange of the blasters bolts. Then he clicks up two more shots at the remaining man, with one of them managing to hit him. He then lifts up a hand off his weapon, "I'd suggest surrendering to us, you're outnumbered, and you can't win. Don't throw it all away," he shouts out to him.

Elrych WAS about to try to give Nia some force healing but some BITH decides she's just going to rudely knock him out of the way. He falls back on his butt and blinks, taken aback. Yeah, that was the last straw. He holsters his Pistol and stands, reaching into his jacket and pulls out a cylindrical device. He presses a button on it and a white beam quietly shoots forth. He seems far more confident with this weapon. He glances back towards the groups medic with the less than acceptable bedside manner. "Use your words next time, got it..." And his tone is serious, all laughing a goofing set aside. He stands in front of Nia and Driver, ready to block bolts if needed. "It's like everyone is trying so hard to impress my grildfriend and make me look like garbage. I mean, I know she's hot..." And so the serious moment is fleeting. Maybe his Stunsaber will convince them of Merek's option.

Nia gives a look when Elrych is hipchecked out of the way and there's almost a laugh, but she hurts too much, "Thank you." she tells Anadesi after she's helped patch up her side. She then shakes her head, "He's so sensitive." she whispers to Baby. Then she's crouching still, taking shots, "I can't hit anything. If I die here just make sure you don't date for at least six months." she grins at Elrych. He might not be joking, but she is.

Less than impressed with the unkempt man's compensatory response, Anadesi shields her cloudy-hued eyes from the bright light before her fingers flip from visor to a less than lady-like gesture. Attention flickering back to the genetically gifted woman, the medic doesn't acknowledge the woman's thanks. Instead, she spits to the side; casting the briney bile that had built up from her run over to mingle with the dirt.

Unconciously acknowledging Tylin's plight broadcast over the comms, Anadesi huffs a deep breath and plants her boots hard in to the ground. As a shockball player dodging the final volley from the opposing team, she slides in hard near the other woman's flank and crawls over. A swift assessment and Anadesi does much the same that she did for Nia, offering little warning for the sting that would follow the pressure she applies.

The remaining guard doesn't surrender... but he does turn tail and run. Limping from his wounds with his free hand pressed to a blaster burn on his side he turns around and runs away from the group and the warehouse, looking to disappear into the rain.

And then there were no more guards outside as the one turns tail and runs. "Inside, get inside," Ty yells out even as Anadesi slides to a stop and begins helping her. A wavering smile "Thanks, a true life saver you are." Probably the shock of getting shot is making her nicer. "Damn, that hurt to, she says as she watches the Ranger tend to her shoulder. The pistol still in her grip but now helping prop her up.

Reck hears the hustled foot steps of their cowardly opponent and steps out from cover to walk to the edge of the building he had been using as a shield from harm. Casting his cape to one side, he narrows his gaze on the back of the fleeing guard and lifts his blaster, firing a controlled pair into his back. He lifts the blaster up then, angling the smoking barrel skyward to survey his murder of the slave trader and nods. "Trade that for some credits." A quick turn sees a brief flutter of heavy all-weather material when the smuggler turns his attention toward the others. "That went about as well as I thought it would. Are we good to move inside?" He could not see them from his earlier position, so this was the first he was laying eyes on the team.

Merek nods a bit when the man decides to flee from the field, but when Recker seems to just shoot him right in the back twice, he blinks a bit. He doesn't comment, and whatever the emotions he might have don't show because of the hood which he is wearing. He then walks to the place while he shifts the weapon to his side with both hands, waiting then for the others.

Elrych watches the spitting blonde move off back toward Tylin once more. "Yeesh..." He says, shaking his head before holding a hand out to Nia, offering help. "Come on. Let's get to that Door." And then he starts walking, helping her if need be because he wasn't no mansplainer, his stunsaber still active in his freehand. He responds to Rip, "I Think that's what Techno-babe over there said. Stack on the door, let's get this done. Cycles of Our Lives is on in an hour." He looks to Nia, "We get to find out if Jack is actually the father to Jackies Baby." Back to Rip, "I'll go in first and deflect any fire." Sat Oct 20 00:40:02 2018

Nia doesn't really react to the guy who gets shot, they were not using stun when they started shooting at them, so...she goes about her business. She takes Elrych's hand and levers herself off the ground. "I can't believe you watch that show." she shakes her head as she heads towards the door with him quickly. She didn't want to get shot again.

"Don't mention it," Anadesi states flatly, looking up to meet Tylin's steel-blue eyes only briefly before her attentions return to her hurried work. While her honey-dipped voice is voice of vitriol, her delivery is mechanical and distant as if she were remotely piloting a fleshy husk without its own sense of self. Satisfied with the condition of the shoulder, she affords the slightly older wound a moment's consideration before stealing a glance back behind her flank.

Rising to her feet, the medic strides purposefully in the direction of the facially tattoo'd man to do what she does best.

Shot in the back, the fleeing guard goes down with a flail of limbs and lands hard, tumbling over and then going still.

The door to the warehouse remains close, no one coming out despite the noise of the battle.

Those that would peek inside the warehouse they will see huddled off in a corner is 22 Corellians. Huddled together in fear most are young kids and a few slightly older teens. The place is filthy with some broken crates and discarded machinery. An old office is in the very back with it's windows shattered days past. Graffiti litters the walls and the crates. Lording over the children is the Boss of the guards. His blaster ready as his eyes dart to the sides.

Once Ty has been treated by Anadesi she holds up a hand "Help me up," she asks and if helped she stands on wobbly legs and makes her way to the door "We have to go in. They will kill the kids," she explains. But she doesn't rush in, as is her usual, she will wait for the other's more versed in this combat stuff.

Concern crosses Reck's expression as he considers the state of their team and how bad they really got it handed to them. This concern is suppressed given the presence of a very confident medic who has made it her duty to stay with the injured and see them to fighting shape. An appreciative nod is afforded her whether she sees it or not. Ty's insistance on moving inside coupled with Elych's tactical advice earns Reck's silent compliance who follows them to the door. Once open, Reck pies ahead, then right to scan for possible ambushers. Seeing none, his attention returns to their fatal front where the boss lords over the hunkered down youth. The Force only knows what they intended to do with these kids, but Recks intends to make that notion short lived when he angrily steps to Elrych's side and fires off an absent shot to the ceiling to gain the boss man's attention. The subsequent shot is leveled to his mid-section, Reck taking care to keep his shots high to avoid the risk of collateral damage. "Let's go, big guy!" Reck slips off behind the machinery, twisting effortlessly so his back is against it so he can transition out to fire again if needed.

Merek walks up and into the place after Reck does, then he lifts up his weapon to shoot while he motions a bit, "Come and shoot at me," he tells the man, while hoping then to draw the fire to himself, while he moves forward while to the side so he an do so.

Elrych busts into the room with Stunsaber in hand. He swings wide, missing the boss and sparking against some electrical equipment. He does his best to look as heroic as possible, likely failing in that. "Rawwrr!" He attempts.

Anadesi acquiesces to Tylin's request, offering her ochre stained hand for the other to climb. While not as sturdy as some of the larger members of the group, she at least seems to understnad how to splay her feet to give hersef some mechanical advantage lest she be tugged to the ground.

Sniffing sharply, her nose wiped off on the back of her arm, Anadesi seems content to mill about the exterior of the warehouse rather than head in to the dilapidated structure. Like a wayward puppy, she casts her gaze out to the horizon line as she ambles a few steps in every direction.

Ty just wants to rush to protect the kids. But she's not in shape to rush anywhere. So instead she takes careful aim and with both hands on the blaster she pulls the trigger. The blast hits him and Ty, tired, beat up, sags against the crate that is nearby. Exhausted. "Finish him," she gets out.

Rip isn't witness to Elrych's valiant charge as his back is to the machinery in the old building, but he sees the flash of another blaster go off, and it's Tylin. Nodding to her order, he twists out from cover to approach from an exposed flank, hitting the man's shoulder first, then sinking the final shot through the head. When the boss crumbles to the ground, Reck closes the distance and toes the blaster away from his hand. For a brief moment, Reck watches the man fade, his own blaster leveled over the vicinity of their enemy's head. When the man passes, Reck turns from the group and goes through the ritual of reloading. "It's okay, kids. You're with the Corellian Rangers now. We're gonna get you out of here, but you have to work with us. You're certainly not going to get hurt!" Reck was talking as he searched the other corners of the building for now, using what could be seen from the central part of the room so that he could stay within close proximity of the team.

Merek was treated which means that he's doing better. Although, when the man then uses the kids as a shield, he holsters up the weapon he has so he can move in unarmed. It would seem that the others decide to shoot right at him though, and it causes the man to freeze up. He doesn't move, instead it seems that he withdraws right into himself. He then walks forward to check on the people and tries to move the man off one of them, then he moves to lean upon the wall and draws up his knees.

Elrych stands there and looks around, "Man. I didn't kill anyone. I'll take that as a win for me." He glances at the captives, realizing his stunsaber is still on. "Oh... right, sorry." He disengages it. Merek (Black) pages: Ah.

The sloughing of the final slaver's mortal coil echoes the death of whatever motivation is keeping the medic tethered to the scene. There's a snap of latex-like material as Anadesi reveals her sweat-pruned fingers. Unceremoniously, the soiled garments find themselves in the refuse that Rip so casually extricated himself from earlier before wordlessly, comm disabled, the whims of wanderlust carry the woman back to the city proper. Favoring the darkness, she takes care to stay off the main thoroughfare.