Log:Sunfire Chronicles: Blood for the Scorekeepers

Krrsantan wants to rescue Wookiees. They rescue Wookiees.

OOC Date: March 22, 2022
Location: Spice Terminus, Bysis
Participants: Ghost Crew, Zorii Bliss, Erinn Laski, Ektor, Black Krrsantan, Tess Vikander, Poe Dameron

The droids offloading the Ghost remain busy in the station's main hangar bay, making it difficult to sneak anything by the docking authority unless they're paid to look the other way. Bones helps in this regard because each time the agent looks toward the Ghost, Bones is looking at him whilst holding a shotgun; at least he thinks Bones is watching him (Bones IS watching him).

The crew is not expecting to remain on station for long, but when Santo comes back to the ship in a /mild/ rage about Trandoshans, Poe at first suspects they've arrived at Terminus on Trandoshan 'Ladies Night' again at the Silk Lounge. That's not the case. A shipment of Wookiee slaves is about to be moved to the hangar and loaded onto a freighter to be shipped out to Gods know where. Wanting to 'stick it to' the Trandoshans, and do a little good, Santo insists (demands) the crew intercept the shipment and move it.

The problem is that the hangar the Trandoshans are using is filled with slavers with guns. The shipment is being moved by cargo container from the Slave Auctions to the hangar bay, which means the crew will have to intercept it before it reaches the Trandoshan hangar.

Half-baked, Poe leads the crew out of their hangar and into the main atrium where there's a lot of activity. "Alright.. if we're going to do this.. we'll need a few things.. a forged writ saying the shipment is ours, the droids to direct the shipment to the Ghost.. a means of unloading several.. hundreds of Wookiees.. and a way for the Trandoshans not to find out we just stole their shipment of slaves... thoughts?"

"I hear you, yeah?" Ektor begins, the prelude to another in a long line of bad ideas. "But what if- you're gonna love this- *What if* we let the lizards load up like normal, yeah? And THEN we steal their ship. BOOM. Goddamn, I'm rekking genius sometimes." After a moment, he thinks to ask, "What kinda boat they got, anyway?"

Though she rarely talks of herself -- and rarer does anyone ask -- Tess has seen a fair many slave trades in a lifetime two eons beyond the one she's currently living. So when Santo arrives roaring (literally, woof) about a shipment of Wookiee slaves, Tess is compelled to make up for some long-past wrongs. It is, afterall, the whole reason for this new life... beyond the other new life she had attempted prior.

"I'm pretty good at lying my way through a situation," she tells Poe, lacking any kind of irony that could suggest she lied her way onto the crew, as well. Is she an /actual/ doctor? She's never produced a certificate or anything. "I've not forged documents in some time, however. Not sure how well I would do but I could try to brush the rust off."

Ah, here we are, back on beautiful Terminus Station. The last time they were here, there'd been a SHOOT OUT at the Silk Club. When a job that was suppose to be a milk run, turned into a milk run(away). Now they're here doing another, potential, milk run. This one going just according to plan.

Zorii couldn't be happier.

Until Santos comes running up growling.

Which if we're absolutely honest with ourselves, isn't terribly out of character. "What's he saying?" She sounds dubious. "Are we about to do something altruistic that wont get us paid?"

Poe explains, Zorii sighs, but she does so with a cautious eye cast over at Santos, "Alright.. yeah, alright.." Hands up, she follows along with Poe to sort out the details of their plan. With Ektor providing something that actually sounds like a decent and understandable (becuase he's sober.. He is sober right?) logic.

"I know a guy who owes me a favor. I can probably get a writ of acquisition, I'll just need to plug into a terminal to get it altered for THIS cargo... Going to end up costing us a few thousand credits though." It's gone form Milk Run to, losing money.

WELCOME TO THE GHOST CREW.

Erinn's got her hands folded across her stomach when Santo comes in a-yowling something about wookie slaves, Trandoshans, and -potentially- ladies night? Shrieewook is not a language that our engineer is particularly fluent in. She pulls one of the straps of her overalls that has slipped off her shoulder back into position and reaches her hands back to pull her hair into a messy little bun at the back of her head. That bun. It means it's business time. Thus Erinn Laski becomes battle ready.

"You want to... wait until they're loaded and then -steal- their ship? They'll blow us up the second we launch," Erinn says. And then she looks at Poe, Zorii, and Tess with an expression that says something between 'you've got to be kidding me' and 'oh god we're gonna do it, aren't we?' Very complex expressions here. Like a watercolor painting.

She throws her hands up above her head in a resigned shrug. "If Zorii's going to be at the terminal, I can see what sort of stuff they've got on their subnets. I could scuff the shipment protocols to re-route the wookies to the Ghost, or... or...."

Hmmmm...

Erinn Laski frowns the way she frowns when she's thinking about something. Even strokes her chin in quiet, pensive contemplation.

Having an 8 foot tall agitated black Wookiee with a penchant for violence steaming about Trandoshans is almost certainly guaranteeed to be a receipe for a bloody mess. Santo prowls and growls, thinking hard about how they could go about this. Extor's words stop him in his tracks and he rawls, "That /could/ work. Especially if we can find a means to blow out the bay and evacuate ALL of the Trandoshans into vacuum." Not asking much, is he?

Krrsantan's dark eyes narrow as he eyes Zorii next. He growls, "I know we aren't short on credits."

Pacing a few more steps, he turns and looks back at the others. "Or we could fake an emergency on station right where they'll be. Make them want to evacuate so fast they'd ditch their cargo." Hmmm. Making potentually complex plans are not his strongest point. The big black Wookiee returns to pacing. Or maybe it's more like prowling, mauling over the various ideas as his big feet tread over the station's deck plates. [Language: Shyriiwook]

"I think.. it's some sort of medium freighter. Not sure what their hardware is, but it could be doable. Maybe your pirates can turn it over for a profit once we offload the Wookiees. We'll need forged docs regardless, if we're going to slip by the authorities outside, and since we don't sound all SSSSssssss, those docs will need to say human transporter." Poe scratches his head as he considers Zorii's input, Tess' approval, Erinn's fearful looks, and Santo's waffling on executing the Trandoshans via vacuum or.. making a fake emergency to make them drop the cargo.

"Alright, I think I have an idea. Santo isn't going to like it, and if I rekk it up, we could all die. But.. if it works, hey, mission success. Zorii, we need forged docs.. so I need you to contact your buddy and make that happen. Doc and Laski, we're going to need you two to fly the ship when we go to steal it. It's big.. slow, and easier to manage. Xer can give Bee-Bee Eight the coordinates to jump to so you guys can meet up with his crew.-- Xer, you're with me, we're going to try to sell Santo to them to get in close. We'll haggle for a good price.. until we see the cargo come in. Then we attack. Laski, you'll need to seal the doors once Zorii is back with us, Doc, you'll have to cover Laski. We wipe all the lizards out, drag the bodies onto the ship, make sure the Wookiees are loaded up, and clear the ship to make sure the ladies can fly it without having to fight. Then, the rest of us get back to the Ghost and PreyBOMB to escort them out of system. Easy day.." Not an easy day, Poe.

Poe spares a look at Laski and nods his head, "We're doing this.. come on.. everyone has a part to play. Laski.. Doc, you guys come in after Xer and I escort Santo and just keep an eye out for Zorii. Xer, you ready?"

Ektor nods and gestures to Krrsantan's rawling. "There, see: big guy likes my idea. Let's do it, yeah?" Minor concerns like ...everything are left to Poe. "Hell yeah, I'm ready. Hey, hey-" a big dumb grin as he looks back to Krrsantan. "Lemme carry the big rekkin gun, yeah? So when the shooting starts you can grab it back, yeah? Come on, GREAT idea. No lie."

That is... "...certainly a plan, Captain," Tess says, finishing her internal thought out loud about halfway in. What kind of plan remains to be seen, of course. Depending on how many of them are left after this to talk about how crazy this all is. Ice blue eyes slide over to Erinn, offering the small woman an encouraging nod. "Sure, no problem. Right, love?" Moving to Erinn, Tess gives the engineer a little nudge on the shoulder. "When it comes to it, do you want to fly the stolen slaver ship or I? Who gets shotgun? Surely, such important matters should be decided now."

"We've done stupider and came out successfuler." Zorii has the 'I don't like anything about this, except for the part where we free slaves because it would get her in trouble if she weren't anti-slaver' expression on her face. The way she smiles, it looks forced, but the dice have been cast and Poe is already set on the plan as it was written.

"Alright.. swell.. so glad we're doing this." Her datapad come sout of a leather holder on her hip, plugging away to connect with her contact, heading off in the opposite direction of everyone else.

"Dur'gh, hey.. Remember that one time you said you 'owed me one' in a tongue in cheek kind of way, but definitely didn't mean it?" Pause, "Yeah, I'm going to need that favor."

Well, it's a plan.

It's a hair-brained, by-the-seat-of-your-pants, probably-not-going-to-work, better-chance-at-surviving-trandoshan-ladies-night plan. But it is a PLAN. Erinn's eyes grow wider and wider with each moment that it's explained to her, but to the young woman's credit, her hands never leave the outward swell of her hips. When they get to the bit about selling Santo, Erinn Laski actually laughs out loud -- until it becomes perfectly clear that this is not, in fact, a joke. She spares a glance towards the wookie himself and pulls both of her lips briefly into her mouth to bite down on them, as if to hold her tongue on a comment.

"Easy day. Another day. Another day of Xer trying to kill us. Another day of getting shot at. Another day of Poe owing me a stop at my favorite ice cream shop on Corellia. The one with the sprinkles. I'm keeping a list, man," she says. She turns to look at Tess now with a flat expression. The nudge to her shoulder does little to dislodge it from the young woman's face. Unamused.

"You fly. I grab shotgun. -And- I grab -my- shotgun. If I fly, we die. But then, we're probably gonna all die -anyway-, but I'd rather not it be my fault, you know?"

She huffs a bit of brown hair that's fallen from her Business Bun up and away from her eyes. For a second or so, until gravity sees it drifting back down to her where it just was.

"I'm getting my gun," she says as she disappears back into the Ghost to do just that.

POE understands him. More or less. Santos stops prowling and stands there ruffled and agitated. He stares at Poe and listens to this plan his 'friend' has settled on. The Wookiee Gladiator turned Bounty Hunter's face goes progressively from attentive to screwing up as Poe gets to the part of the plan where /he/ is to be offered for sale to the Trandoshans. Santos growls, "I don't like that part of the plan." It sounds challenging. "It's important you don't leave out killing the Trandoshans." /Erinn/ gets a look at her laugh.

Black scowl with sharp teeth.

Ektor gets a look. "Don't tempt me to rip your arms out." That -could- be a yes?

Nostrels flare. Not happy Wookiee. Back to Poe, "How do you think to 'bind' me in order to convince them?" Big metal capped knuckles with spikes have been gesturing but now rest on his hips against his broad metal belt, long gun slung over his back. Most ops? Santos doesn't have much to say. This time he wants at least one detail clarified. [Language: Shyriiwook]

"Hey, come on guys, it'll WORK.. see, Xer's on board, at least?" Which implied Santo was NOT on board. As Laski walks off to get her gun, and Zorii has an awkward conversation with someone who owes her, Poe is confronted by Santo about what they should bind him with. "Ahh, good point, buddy. I guess.. just do like the military stance, you know? Hands behind your back..? I'm not stupid enough to put binders on you."

When Ektor gets Santo's weapon, Poe 'translates' what the Wookiee growled at the ace Pirate, "He says you look great with it." Not that Santo wanted to rip his arms off; not that at all!

"ALRIGHT.. let's do this."

FAST FORWARD to the group arriving at the hangar. Poe slips inside, his hand under one of Santo's arms as IF leading him, but not really. A slick motion of his hand ensures his personal shield is activated. "Eeeyyyy... Pals.." Poe calls out. "Just wanted to get a quick sell in.. glad we found you guys. Heard you all were taking a group of these furballs and I have a prized one here, too. You guys open to bidding? I was thinking five-hundred kay. This big guy here could rip the horn from a Mudhorn with his bare hands, yeah?"

Xer and Poe are quickly surrounded by the Trandoshans who hiss and look over the Wookiee. "Why wasssssnt thisssss one at the auction, ssssssssmooothssssskinsssss?"

"We got held up. Docking authorities.. you know how it goes? Right??" Poe elbowed Ektor a bit.

The docking bay door controls are abandoned by the Trandoshans who want to look over the Wookiee and the spacers trying to sell him. Their ship is not a medium class, but a bulk, meaning it's intended for long, heavy hauls. And, it's slow as rekk.

"Two-hundred....becaussssse it isssss ugly." One bid."

"What, are you trying to sleep with him? I didn't realize we were taking into account looks here.. haha, Five Hundred still. Let's go.."

Ektor is big for a human. Among fighter pilots, he's downright brutish, but he's not Wookiee big. So while the big idiot can shoulder the massive long rifle and carry it along sturdily, it's clearly something he's carrying but may not know how to use. Which.. isn't inappropriate for their cover story. When Poe elbows him to back up the delay story, Ektor gives Lie the side-eye (with his good eye), muttering, "You really gonna gotta bring that up now? Listen, the D.A. was double charging us." Totally not a real conversation they've had, before. He adds on the heels of Poe's counter-offer, "Anyhow, if you *insist* on going through the auction we can do that next time, but who needs that markup, yeah?" He sets the butt of the big honking bowcaster on his hip, looking jaunty AF.

Over by the doors, Tess lingers unassumingly. Far enough away from the impromptu auction that the boys are taking part in, she attempts a non-chalant lean against the wall. She is so non-chalant that one might mistake her for being absolutely aloof. Though she never did answer Erinn's comment about who is playing pilot today. "There is a bit of irony to it, you know?" An off-hand comment towards Erinn without looking at her. Non-chalant, remember? "That on a crew filled with excellent pilots, the responsibility falls to the two least qualified. I imagine, you know, that it is a sort of right of passage."

Those eerily, pale blue eyes shift just a moment towards Erinn. Just to make sure the young woman is doing okay at the control panels of the door. Then back towards the scene where their friends are currently getting surrounded by lizardfolk. "When I heard there was a group of 'adventurers' looking for a medic, this isn't quite what I had in mind, mmm? But at least it isn't boring." No, it's only deadly. And often incredibly wreckless. So, so wreckless.

A yawn and a stretch, Tess' arm ends up behind her back where she grips at the tracker carbine hidden under her cloak.

"Okay, I have four thousand credits on me, but if you let me hit a bank termi- No, I'm not going to hit the terminal, just go by and pull out some more credits.. Why is everything criminal with you, Dur'gh? I told you, I'm legitimate." Zorii is conversing with a very shady dude in a very shady alley by the docking rings who asks a bunch of very dodgy questions about why she'd need a blank acquisition writ if she's so legitimate, "What are you, writing a book? I thought you owed me..." /a drink/ Zorii, a freakin /drink/. This could get him fired.

"That's why I'm offering to /pay you/... And... AND..." She wiggles a finger in the air expressively.

"You don't owe me the drink anymore."

So they settle on a price, which is a lot more than Zorii wants to pay, but...

"Fine, Dur'gh, you ould scoundrel, but when you find out that this was to save a bunch of children from a terrible orphanage who is mistreating them, I hope you enjoy your blood credits... WAIT, no, of course I want th- Stop being so sensitive... Here." Credits exchanged.

Zorii makes one last stop, in a hurry, to pick up something more suitable for a Dock Manager. Which means heading to a clothing shop to pick up a t-shirt, a tie, a pair of slacks, and... "Do you guys sell any hopelessness?" What? "nothing, I'll take these..."

A quick change, a stop at a terminal to try and put together a forgery that would fool even a child...

SOMETIME LATER

<"How's selling the big scary guy going? Are you all dead yet?">

Erinn Laski's not quite cool as a space-cucumber, but she's not -not- cool either. Tess is super nonchalant about their conversation, but Erinn's got a shotgun tucked up under her right armpit and is looking towards the doctor when the other woman speaks about irony. "Is that irony? I still don't really know what irony is. Like some kind of funny coincidence or something?" Erinn says, and turns to look back towards Poe and Ektor as they approach the Trandoshans and are quickly, summarily surrounded. Erinn gestures towards the massive freighter that is their destination and hunkers a little low, managing to stay light on her feet as she navigates the various little shipping crates and containers that dot the way from where Tess and her had been leaning towards the docking terminal at the side. Erinn cracks it open and bites her bottom lip as she tends to do when she's concentrating on painting, computers, reading, or not saying something stupid.

"CEC... these skuds wouldn't know how to encrypt a subsystem if they went to school for it, haha," Erinn says over her shoulder to Tess and quickly peers to see how the joke landed. Zorii's chatter over comms makes Erinn tip her head into her commlink. <<"Still alive, Zeebie. Just getting us into the ship. You got the stuff?">>

--BEEEP--

The freighter's docking bay doors start to groan open, allowing the engineer and the doctor (do note the absence of a pilot) to slip aboard to steal the ship.

Yeah, Santos is NOT looking pleased with this plan. Very grudgingly he gives over his huge Kashyyyk long gun to Ektor. He eyes Xer and growls a warning that doesn't need any translation at all.

Great big black hairy Wookiee hands are put behind his back. Thankfully there is so much hair any actual binders would probably be mighty difficult to see, just as his spiked metal knuckles are now obscured.

More scowling. How did they talk him into this? No, it was -all- Poe. Krrsantan goes where directed, walking stiffly and glaring at the Trandoshans out of his scarred face. At least the light saber scar that mars one brow has enough hair hanging over it that it's less obvious.

The /stink/ of Trandoshans surrounds him and they come close to peer at this Wookiee. Santos wrinkles his nose, snarls and bares his teeth, "Raawwwwwllll." It sounds more grumblingly resigned than station shaking and threatening, despite his size. Is he /trying/ to lack intimidation? It's probably not working.

Looming over the Trandoshans. Scowling. It's all on Poe. Until it isn't.

What's a Wookiee smell like anyway?

The number of contortions Santo's face goes through while Poe haggles and mentions sleeping with him might be priceless. Somebody getting vid of this?!?

Poor Erinn and Tess. Even Hairball is a pilot. [Language: Shyriiwook]

"Five hundred isssss too much to pay for sssomething that isssss worth very little to begin with. Thisssss one will jussssst be killed, and eaten, anywa--" BLAM--BLAM. Poe fires at point blank range, having stomached enough of the conversation and not having the willpower to go any further. He had more respect for Santo than to even mock handing the Wookiee over. "Drek," Poe says under his breath, and glances back at Ektor and Santo, "Santo.. now's the time, buddy!"

Had the shipment arrived yet? Well as Erinn and Tess move into position to board, they can hear the crying 'Rawrrlll' of hundreds of Wookiees on board. It seemed that the shipment was ahead of schedule and the Trandoshans expected foul play. That said, the ladies were met with a 7ft tall Captain Lizard cycling in a shotgun by racking the charging handle. "The Sssscorekeeeper.. awaitsssssss!" He declares, ready to fight the two in order to prevent them from getting further.

The commotion is heard outside the hangar as ten (10) Trandoshan slavers scramble from Poe, Xer, and Santo to get to cover. The one Poe injured makes eleven (11), and he fell to the ground in shock, a blaster burn smoking his orange jump suit. Poe stands his ground, taking aim at

Ektor had been standing with the bowcaster on his Wookiee-ward side to ease the handoff of the big gun once go time is upon them. The moment Krrsantan snatches the gun, Ektor turns his free right hand into a fist and *decks* a two meter tall Transoshan. Sure the teeth and scales scrape the skin from his knuckles with the punch, but he considers the trade, "Worth it." In a blink his blaster is drawn and a slaver is burned down, before reaching cover.

Following Erinn up towards the massive, sleeping transport, Tess makes her way up the ramp. The sound of dozens upon dozens of Wookiee warbles is... alarming. Unnerving. Given she can only understand a fraction of what is being said in the din and none of it is good. "I'm sure they have got that all well in hand," is said to Erinn, but mostly to herself. "They're professionals." Of what she doesn't say. It would damage her attempts at being optimistic.

They don't get far. The two ladies are met with a very tall lizardman with a lisp to rattle windows and the most unfortunate name to go with it. Ooookay. "Plan B!" Always the fall back plan, that. Tess pulls out carbine to bear, flicking it on with a whine and pivots around to duck behind a crate. Because it is always crates.

Zorii Bliss: Dock Authority.

Dressed in a white button-down shirt, carrying her belongings in a very smart looking messanger bag, and holding a brand new and company approved datapad in one hand, strolls casually onto the docks. She peers around at a few vessels, up nods to one of the security guards who she calls by name (it isn't his), and asks how his two kids are doing.

Is it important that she doesn't actually know anything about this man?

No it is not.

See, when does anyone from corperate ever know about anyone from security?

The answer is never.

So they roll their eyes, but they do not /bat them/ as she makes her way through sections of the port where she absolutely should not be. Even going so far as to interact with some of the pilots waiting for their shipments to be loaded, "It says here you're headed for Tatooine..." Naboo.. "... that's not what it says here, you better get your paperwork in order, bud.." Pointing a finger off her wiggling datapad, "A clerical mess up like that could cost you your whole shipment and get you ship locked up for months sorting it out."

Blaster fire...

Son of Bith...

"You're lucky, because I have to go deal with -that-." Off she goes, jogging back towards security, "HEY, we've got a problem over here. That ship was cleared for transport and some trandoshan thugs are trying to make off with it under the noses of the legal owners! We may be okay with smuggling, but piracy?! Where is the rule of law? Where is the decency? What would your kids think, Clar'guh?" It still isn't his name. FINE, if it'll shut you up...

Off they run to give the GHOST SQUAD a hand STEALING someone elses SHIP.

Erinn snaps up the docking bay terminal back into place with a flick of her wrist just as Tess says the words 'they're professionals'. She turns to look at the Good Doctor with narrowed eyes just as Poe's blaster pistol goes off and chaos breaks out within the hangar. She doesn't even quip. Sometimes you don't need to quip. She turns to round the corner and head up the docking ramp. "Right. They're professional slavers. We're professional pilots-slash-ship-thieves. Let's go commit a crim--."

THE SCOREKEEPER AWAITS.

All the color drains from Erinn Laski's face and she abruptly turns tail to flee down the docking ramp that she'd begun to scoot up just a few moments earlier.

"Run run run run run!" she says to an already running Tess Vikander. She scrambles down to the foot of the ramp and behind a nearby crate as well.

<<"Weeeeee have a problem. Big guy on the ship. Like -really- big. I didn't actually get a look at him, but you just can tell when somebody sounds big, you know? Anyway I think he's--"

"THE SSSSSSSSSSSSCOREKEEPER SSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEKSSS BLOOOOOOOD."

<<"Yeah, he's definitely gonna try to kill us.">>

It's just as well that Poe gives up on the ruse because as the Trandoshans start talking trash about his chances of survival and his value, Santos starts to look REALLY pissed. He rises up even taller, stiffening his spine and drawing back his shoulders and lets out a "RRRRAAAAAAOOOOORRRRRRR!!!" of Wookie wrath!

Just in time for Poe to start shooting a Trandoshan in the face!

Ektor is on top of his game, tossing the Kashyyyk long rifle deftly to Santos who's big paws, low and behold, aren't bound! Hairy hands with spiked knuckles catch the huge rifle and flip it at once in the direction of the lizards as they start freaking out.

---=====@@@@ BBLLLAAAAMMMM!!! @@@@====--- goes the long rifle!

Down falls another Trandoshan.

His legs brace him from the massive recoil, Santos fires another ear splitting shot, firing a bolt that misses his second target. All Rekk is breaking loose every which way!

"I'll show you my value! Scorekeeping scum! I'll SCORE me some lizard steaks!" Black Wookiee Lives Matter! [Language: Shyriiwook]

Poe executes the Trandoshan that fell before him with a cold shot to the face. He won't regenerate that! He pivots then, amidst the fire and chaos and tags another Trandoshan in the chest, spilling them over with a steaming black carbon mark on their armor.

"SANTO.. THE LADIES SAID THEY NEED YOUR HELP! GO RIP THAT /BIG/ GUY IN HALF, BUDDY! XER AND I GOT THIS!" As Tion gets shot!

Seven Trandoshans attempt to defend their craft, but all of a sudden the docking authority is turning on them, too! (You know how it is!) Attacked from two sides, the slavers form a defensive zone and fire back, harming one of the two officers with a well placed shot.

Captain Lizard emerges from the ship looking for the females who had just come aboard seconds ago. "SSSSsssss" It hisses aloud, annoyed.

"we got this, yea-ow!" ektor starts to echo poe, until he's shot. the help was for surprise, rather than pain as his shiny new shield stops the bolt. "hey. i paid good credits- ...someone paid good creds for this thing, watch where you shooting, yeah?" ektor punctuates his displeasure with a trio of blasts at the reduced number of standing slavers, dropping one and wounding another.

"You still okay, Erinn?" Tess isn't quite sure where the other woman is, looking around a bit frantically to see if she's nearby. She's /supposed/ to be covering her, afterall. Has Poe's carefully laid out plan gone to pot already? "Scream if you're still okay, okay?" Okay.

Peering around the edge of her crate, Tess gets a visual on their very large, hissy target. She fails to notice that little red light on her carbine until she wheels around into the open to pin the Dosh Captain with blaster fire. The trigger clicks. Nothing. Click click click. Nothing-cubed.

"Oh. Uh...." She attempts to dive back for her cover, hand diving hard into the satchel for.... for... Rummage rummage rummage. The hand comes up empty and she blinks. "Oh...... WE HAVE A PROBLEM HERE!" On top of the OTHER problems already.

"Let's go my brethren!" Zorii leaps into the fray with a blaster in both hands. Because we all know Dock Authority come equipped with a pair of heavily modified E-851 blaster pistols! "These motherless lizards will rue the day they attempted the unlawful acquisition of someone elses belongings!" The irony of the whole situation is sweet as candy to her dirty, sweet talking lips!

The port authority guards come up with her, blasting away, this is super fine. This is all fine.

She spies the ladies over there fighting on the loading ramp, but she is so caught up in her scheme, she cannot assist. "The only thing we serve your kind here is COLD HARD JUSTICE!"

Scream if you're still okay, okay?

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Erinn screams in confirmation as the Killmaker or whatever he's calling himself angrily descends to look for the hapless doctor and engineer. No amount of schooling could prepare her for this, just like no amount of blaster rifle training could prepare Erinn for the kick of that shotgun against her shoulder. She's got good form, really. The way she scoots to the side and levels the shotgun like it's a blaster. She even sort of attempts to aim down the sights of it, meaning that when the poor thing pulls the trigger, it KICKS LIKE A DAMN MULE right out of her hands and knocks her onto her admittedly aesthetically-pleasing posterior.

Her shoulder hurts. Her ears are ringing. She's feeling a little stupid for being so smart and forgetting Space-Newton's Second Law. She reaches over and clutches her arm and attempts to wiggle back behind cover. "Owowow..." she winces and leans to peak at the descending Captain Lizard as he makes his ominous approach towards the two ladies who should probably buff up on self defense.

"Ohhfuuuhhhhaaaaarkle."

Basic isn't his best language. He can't even speak it, and misses words. Santos snarls, "What the Rekk are 'ladies'?!" But he turns because Pretty Boy Poe said something about ripping some really big lizard in half. Words like that are like dangling fresh meat on a hook. Wookies can't resist! "Where?!"

On cue, out steps Mr. Captain Trandoshan into plain sight.

Black Krrsantan whips around with the massive long gun and while he'd rather rip the thing limb from limb with his bare hands, he'd have to run to close the distance. Good as he is at running like a incoming Rancor, /this/ time Santos lifts the big gun and fires another BOOMING projectile!

The blast hits the Trandoshan Captain hard, half spinning the lizard around!

Santos roars, "ARE YOU KEEPING SCORE?!" Then he fires again, blasting that lizard body into bite sized chunks. It's not pretty.

"IS MY VALUE GOING UP NOW?!" Instead of waiting for an answer, Santos is heading for the ship to make sure it's cleared and see if they need help to fly it out of here.

[Language: Shyriiwook]

The number of Trandoshans are dwindling, and what's left of the captain after sustaining two massive bolt shots peppers over the ladies taking cover; green goo and oozing organic matter of what once was Captain Lizard now coats them, the lower half of his body collapsing to the deck, veins still squirting having not been told the rest of the body was dead and missing.

The large ship is absent any other Trandoshans but full of Wookiees. It seemed they intended to meet before departing the hangar, but the only thing they met was an untimely end. The bridge is UP, with signs dictating which way to travel to reach it. The Wookiees inside the ship hear bits of the conflict and have begun to go wild inside their cages, roaring and shaking the bars, reaching out with furry hands, and any number of pitiful things to be released from their current fate.

Zorii brings reinforcements and Poe isn't dumb enough to call out her disguise. Her enthusiasm for law enforcement has him laughing though, even as he pre-emptively ducks below a shot taken toward him.

"Last bit.. let's wipe these guys out and get going!" He calls to Xer before pulling up a comm device, <<"Bee-Bee Eight, get the Ghost ready, buddy. We need to punch out of here quick!">>

Ektor is still adjusting to having a personal shield. He much prefers it to being SHOT, mind.. but when a second bolt strikes him in one leg- more squarely than the last- his entire balance shifts with the unfamiliar force diffusion of the protective field, and the Tionese pirate ends up half turning around, spraying shots wildly around the hangar. "Right! Let's get going- where the rekk is backward?"

"Oh damn..." Zorii hadn't really expected to see the top part of a creature seperated from the bottom part of a creature... at least not tonight. But there it is... shot in tway. "We should talk to corperate about getting you guys some of the rifles the big guy is carrying... I'm going to put you two up for accommodations. Just... Just steller work."

The smart looking Bliss extends both her blasters and unloads on a pair of trandoshans, "You shant be stealing the belongs of another under my watchful gaze! Turn back your pirating ways!" Is she actually calling out Ektor? She very well might be. "Why aren't they giving up..."

Why does everyone always fight to the death?

"It's like nobody has any self preservations in the galaxy.." She ducks back down behind cover and shouts over the top, "Hey, Lizards! Give yourself over to the proper authorities! You're surrounded! Your thieving plan is undone! Don't die for it."

You're back in school, in a class you have no idea you were even signed up for. It's exam day. You've not studied. All your friends have already graduated and left. Also. You're in your underwear.

That nightmare does not even compare to the one Tess is living as she comes to the awful realization that she has neglected the very simple necessities. Like ammunition. Somewhere nearby, Erinn is screaming and that, at least, is reassuring. Still, there is a rather large obstacle--

---falling over dead from a Wookiee gun. "I could kiss you, Santo! Erinn, we're clear to get on the ship!" The carbine slung on her shoulder, she runs up the ramp and quickly past the cages of Wookiees. "We're here to save you! Just... just hang tight!" They don't need to know. No one needs to know.

She climbs into the pilots seat and pauses, hands hovering over the console. "Okay. So the flippy switch to turn everything on iiiiis...."

Erinn's staring down a massive, seven foot tall lizard that looks not only unfriendly, but unsettlingly... bloodthirsty as well. The thought does occur to her that there were a lot of other places she'd rather be right now. Her room on the Ghost. Her room on the Pantheon. That one ship that she blew u--!

"Why is it always gigantic lizards?" she laments. But then Santo peeeeeeeeeeews that captain not once, but fundamentally twice. Her jaw sort of drops open and she turns to look back at the angry, growling wookie and gives him two big thumbs up, that shotgun still balancing in her lap.

"Did you -see- that gun, Tess? That thing is as big as me. We could mount it on the ghost, and I bet it could do actual -structural- damage to another ship, my gooooooods. It's huge," she says while she stumbles to her feet and climbs aboard the ship. She hops into the seat beside Tess.

"Don't look at me, man. I don't know how to fly this stuff," Erinn says, flipping a few switches and pulling on the targeting yoke of the turret to swivel it around. "But I do know how to do thissss..."

-whrrrrRRRRRRRR... Wrrmrmmmm...-

"Hmmm. It's not shooting," she says. And then starts switching the 'on' switch on and off and on and off and on and off...

At the entrance to the ship where Captain Lizard's guts are now splattered liberally about, Santos charges up and turns. The long gun is lifted and two more BOOOMING shots are fired back into the bay. The sound reverberates like a thunderclap as before, taking down another Tradoshan.

Big hairy feet bang against the deck plates as Santos boards the ship. He roars, "SHUT UP! All of you, quiet down! We're getting your hairy butts out of here." Mr Diplomatic, here.

The big Kashyyyk long rifle is slung over his bandoliers by it's wide strap and one spiked pauldron as Krrsantan stomps on board. Santos smacks his spiked metal knuckles together with a bang, snapping and crackling with electricity. Then the huge Wookiee goes to see if there are any guns on this ship that need manning.

"If you can't fly this thing I'll do it." That is barked in Tess's direction.

Whether or not she can understand him is another matter.

[Language: Shyriiwook]

The docking authority has arrived in force now, and whatever the Ghost crew couldn't finish off is being shot to death in quick fashion. The crew isn't able to get away as quickly as they would've liked. BB-8 claims the fuel lines were flooded from a bad refueling and the ship won't start, and the ladies haven't brought the other vessel online yet, either.

What it comes down to is the fine details of what groundwork they did lay before the shooting began; the forged docs. Thanks to Zorii's contact, all three ships (Ghost, the Bulk Freighter 'Junk Bucket', and the PreyBOMB) zip out of the system to meet up with Xer's pirates. Mission successful.