Log:Sunfire Chronicles: Stealing Legacy
The Spice Runners steal the Outrider
OOC Date: April 18, 2022
Location: Pirate Cove, Rishi
Participants: Spice Runners, Zorii Bliss, Ektor, Erinn Laski, Tess Vikander, Black Krrsantan, Poe Dameron
From this vantage, the crew has a good view of the YT-2400 known as Outrider. The Outrider has had a long history in rebellions and the Resistance, it's the kind of ship that flies in too fast, blows drek up quick, and enrages an entire system before light-skipping half way across the galaxy to avoid a docking fee. How it ended up on some pirate cove backwater is up for debate, but Poe confirms it after pulling the macros from his eyes..
"That's her, alright. I know that ship well, and I'm surprised they wrangled it away from the Yellow Aces." The Yellow Aces were another squadron based some where secret; they used the Outrider for supply runs, slipping in and out of systems quick and unseen. Poe scratches along his jaw, the beard making a scratchy noise. Looking back at his crew, Poe shakes his head. "This could go a couple of ways, but like, it's all going to come down to killing a bunch a pirates and flying away. So.. I'm open to suggestions." Poe offers the macros for any who want to take a gander at what lays beyond their vantage and in the cove of the pirate's bay. It's like a series of huts built from local trees, with strung up canvas, campfires, and cargo boxes strewn /everywhere/. There's a few ships around, but the biggest that's parked down by the shore is the Outrider.
"Arright, so hear me out, yeah?" Ektor begins, while eyeing the distant cluster of campfires around the notorious freighter. "How sure are we that those ain't the Yellow Aces, yeah? *I* damn sure ain't seen none of em without helmets on, before. Maybe that's them?" He sounds skeptical of his own theory, squinting with his good eye, and tilting his head as if to get a better look. "Not for nothing, but maybe these ain't the bad kinda pirates?"
Zorii has seen this ship, she knows this ship, and by the look in her eyes, she really wants this ship. Kneel down beside Poe staring at the YT-2400 through a pair of binos, she's already salivating at the idea of being behind the controls. "I've got a plan, hear me out." She says as she lowers the binoculars to hang around her neck.
"We shoot a bunch of pirates and fly away."
Erinn Laski is lying on her stomach in the sand, her elbows propping up a pair of binoculars to focus on the YT-2400 known as the Outrider. It is an impressive ship, though she's never quite cared for its particular chassis design. It's all... lopsided. Her nose wrinkles just beneath those big, bug-eyed binoculars as she adjusts the focus to read a bit of fine print. She swivels it around towards the ol' girl's backside and clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth.
"She's got a point-six hype--no, wait. Hoooooly Farkle, an oh-point-five. Girl you got a big ol' butt," she murmurs.
When Ektor says 'hear me out', Erinn Laski is well conditioned now to do things in this order. One, roll her eyes. Two, say 'no'.
"No," she says. But Ektor talks anyway.
"Ektor, why would the Yellow Aces be on Rishi?" she says and shakes her head. She swivels around those binoculars a few more times to look for different computer consoles dotting the perimeter. "Besides, I want to use thissss," she says.
She reaches into her little thigh holster to retrieve her S-Comp spiker. A deadly tool in the hands of a big enough nerd. Erinn Laski is that -nerd-. She pumps the trigger a few times and it makes a little 'weeeeeeEEEEEE' noise in excitement.
Tess is sitting on her rump, knees to her chest and arms embraced, looking into the distance that has Poe's attention. She only knows of the history from what she has heard from the more informed members of the crew; it's importance seeming to be in the ship's pure utility. "Looking to add it to your growing collection, Poe? Or are we on a good samaritan run to return it to its rightful owners?"
That raises a curious thought. "How /did/ these ne'er-do-wells end up with it in their possession? Aren't the Yellow Aces supposed to be some crack team much akin to yourselves?" Again, all the information she is getting is from potentially biased sources -- IE the Ghost Squadron. But they're as credible as she is going to find way out here on Pirate Planet. "Do we have to kill all of them, though? Maybe just enough to scatter the rest."
"Yeah, Xer.. I'm with Laski on this one, Rishi ain't the Aces' style. I think the only people who hate pirates more than the Aces is Jess, and she's an Ace." Poe tucks his binos away and sits with his back to the cove a moment, pointing first at Zorii, as if taking inventory of her idea, then Erinn's, then Tess.
"Well, shooting is probably.. no-- definitely going to happen. We do have a larger problem though.." He turns slightly and points into the cove.
"Laski saw it.. those consoles. They control a defense grid here. In a bay full of pirates, it's all about having bigger guns. Two things matter to the gangs out here: Money, and /keeping/ money." He points toward the four various AA turrets slowly rotating on a circuit.
"Those have to be turned off, and I don't think they'll.. one: let us walk off with the Outrider, or two: let us turn off their big guns. So.. Laski, that makes you a.." --Drum roll-- "..Mission priority. Your prize, my personal shield deflector. You're going to get shot at. A lot, I think. Maybe. Two ways to do this.. demo, or.." He gestures toward Erinn's computer spiker, ".. the gizmoto thing."
Poe glances between them, then says.. "I say we do both. Xer has that look that he wants to blow something up, and Laski wants to use her quizmoto. Zorii wants to steal this ship because.. to answer your question doc: finders keepers.."
"And me, well.. I just wanted to enjoy my drink at the bar without hearing about how these moof milkers stole the fastest ship 'in the galaxy'." His voice changed at the end. "So, Doc, you're with Xer.. go blow drek up. Zorii, could you run with Laski to handle the other... guns.. turrets...maybe reprogram them or something, I don't know. I.. will stay here and provide over watch. Questions? Complaints? Last words.. before we -- I mean, you guys, step off..?"
Ektor eyes Erinn. "Why would they be on Rishi? How come *you're* on Rishi, yeah?" He sounds like that was a conclusive checkmate. "All I know is, Jess never shut up about beaches, this could be their kinda bolt hole." Alas, Poe rides in with word of reality. "Ah well." He gets over it quick, especially when the consolation prize involves demolitions. "My face always looks like this. You're RIGHT and all, just saying. No complaints, here."
Both blasters leap out of Zorii's holsters when she's been given her mission roll. "I'm with Erinn, shoot the turrets and guns, steal the fastest ship in the galaxy." The guns twist over her fingers, caught in her grips, "Profit. I love this plan and I'm happy to be part of it." Since it was, sort of, more or less, her idea!
"Shall we, dear?" Side glance at Erinn.
Erinn snorts a laugh when Poe tells her that she's going to be shot at. A lot. She drops those binoculars from her face and turns to look over at Poe. The laughter and smiling drains from the young woman's features when he actually begins to unclip the personal shielding array, and she rolls off of her tummy and onto her butt, looking up at Poe with that classic Erinn Laski 'you're not serious' expression. But he is serious. He is very very serious.
"Waitwaitwait, no no no, I don't want to get shot. Especially not a lot," she says, and turns to look at the device while fumbling it in her hand. She looks at Ektor, who might just now be -more- keen to see her get shot at than ever before. "What do you -mean-?! You -drove- me here," she complains, and then looks to Zorii. Her expression says 'help' but she finds no succor in her gun-mother's gaze. She hangs her head and sighs. Her right hand reaches up to take Zori's forearm to pull herself to her feet and dust sand off her butt before switching on the shielding array and clipping it to her belt.
"This thing'll fry any subsystem connected to the terminal I zap. If I get into the defense grid, the whole thing's gonna melt down. If you guys wanna blow stuff up, blow up, like... I dunno. Something cool," she says.
She looks over towards Tess now and frowns. "Isn't it against some sort of oath for you to let them do this to me?"
A kick of sand and Tess rises from her gritty perch on the beach. "Sounds almost personal," she grins towards their fearless leader, casually brushing sand off of her posterior and then a quick dusting from her palms. "All right, big guy. I'll do my best to keep up. Best I can supply is cover fire as if you trusted me with any of your devices, I'm liable to blow us up instead." Tess slides up to Ektor's side and powers on her tracker. "Even made sure to reload /and/ get ammo this time. At this rate, I will be half competent. And don't worry, Erinn, dear. I'll patch you up from any bolts that get through the shield. Chin up."
"Perfect. I feel good about this plan, and I don't feel good about anything. It's going to be a good day. Alright team, make it happen. When you're down below, I'll draw their attention. I have Santo ready to run in and throw drek around, I just have him listening to music he /really/ hates to pump him up."
To reach the cove, the team has to get down from the ledge they're on. Prior to setting up shop on the overwatch, Poe had latched a few ropes into the rock and left the coiled ropes by the ledge ready for them to kick off and rappel down.
Poe doesn't stay in the spot he said he would, it seems he was /actually/ serious about Santo, who was already down below and behind one of the storage crates on the beach. Poe waves at him, hoping the amped up hairy bouncing ball of unrepressed rage was ready to do his part. With the signal given, only one thing remained... shooting pirates.
Ektor affects concern when Tess mentions being half competent. "Hey, hey, let's not go nuts, yeah? We don't throw the C word around." A crooked grin and he surveys the pirate setup. "Arright, Doc.. so looks like they got power cables feeding the turrets hooked up to their ship reactors.. We play this right, they gonna get rekked ROUGH, yeah? Heh! C'mon." A thought strikes, and he mumbles over comms, <<Hey. Hey, Pretty boy - remember that time I rewired the music box in the crew lounge so whenever someone queued up some romantic drek it played the Jelucani hard stuff, instead?>> Yeah, this is legitimate battlefield comm material.
Zorii offers assistance for Erinn, "Don't worry, boo-boo, they'll be shooting at me." She seems quite certain of it, grinning in a lopsided way as they descend towards the group of 'Rites, what are protecting HER ship from being boosted. "HEY! Drek smokin' nerf-willies!" Zorii shouts out at the big group, walking with her blasters swaying at her sides. "Which one of you quasi pubescent teenie boppers wants a go at me, eh?"
Hopefully Erinn isn't standing right beside her!
"I do worry. I worry all the time," Erinn says, triple-checking her nerdy gizmo a few more times by holding it up and towards where those consoles are laid out. Every time she does, a little digital readout flares from red to green, reading directional flow of electromagnetic radiation. She taps it a few times just as Zorii begins spouting off about quasi-pubescent teenie boppers and, for a moment, Erinn is offended. OH. She's not talking to her.
SCRAMBLE!
"Waugh!" Erinn yells and scrambles to her right to attempt to close the distance to a nearby console. She doesn't quite make it, however. Those dang boots or her dang clumsiness or some combination therein see her stagger behind a nearby mushanfruit stump and nearly tumble onto her face.
<<"I'm almost at the consoles, but I fell.">> She admits.
"Well, I wouldn't want to offend," Tess grins playefully back to the relapsed pirate and makes to follow his lead, dropping her blastshield over her face and bringing up the comms. Just in time to hear the first mission-appropriate message. This is the man whose hands she is placing her life, ladies and gentlemen.
Tess grabs onto the rope and, without hesitation, starts to rappel down the cliff face. For a doctor, she's surprisingly good at it. Or, at the very least, not frozen in fear. "Did you know I used to do the tightrope in the circus, Ektor?" A little lighthearted conversation for the trip down. "Eventually they let me practice with a net and everything."
Even if he crouches down, it needs to be a mighty large storage crate for this Wook to be behind if Krrsantan isn't supposed to be seen - yet. There's Poe up there waving at him like a tourist. Santos returns a disgusted snarl with lip curl. The music definitely has him irritated.
Then there was mention of pirates who wanted to skin his hide for a RUG!
Whoever these people are, the Wookie looks intent to teach somebody a lesson about rugs. Nostrels flare, spiked knuckles crackle with electricity. Question is ... is Santos going to wait for the rest of them or just start wading out to go get him some pirate booty? Choices, choices. Knuckles or rifle?
The team makes it down to the sandy beach, leaving Poe on the high ground above, by his lonesome. Poor Poe Dameron. <<"Make a giant mess of things down there.-- Yeah, I remember that song..">> Poe blasts the first pirate who looked toward Zorii Bliss when she let loose a string of verbal pirate diplomacy. If that pirate intended to respond, it was cut short when the crimson bolt impacted the side of his head and dropped him like a sack of Jogan fruit.
Poe fires again, raining down sparks around Krrsantan, who has emerged from hiding to find a delightful selection of pirates within reach, or.. those at a distance. They are not aware of the Wookiee flank, but learning is about to occur.
Xer and Doc Tess move through a maze of collected booty, their only source of navigation being the tall turrets themselves, or their own sense of orientation in knowing where the beach is (which is where the other vessels are berthed).
<<"That is the song Santo was listening to while he waited. He has no idea what we plan to do.. so someone fill him in.. unless he still has the ear thingies in playing the music. I told him they wanted to make him into a rug." Hence why Poe knew this would end in a fire fight. He's such a good friend to Krrsantan.
Multiple pirates move out into the open, firing up at the ledge and in the general direction of Zorii Bliss, yelling back their own insults but in various alien languages. There's a big-headed Sullustan who sounds like, "Hubbbada hubba hup huppity hubbaduh huppa!" Whatever that means.
Ektor slides down the rocks without killing himself (yay) or anyone else (aw), shoulders his Big Bag of Boom, and cracks a crooked grin at Tess. "See, now I'm imagining what circus people wear where you come from. Don't tell me, let me guess: it's either regular clown outfits, except instead of all colorful it's all white and off white, yeah? Or- OR.. Option two: you do all the circus drek, but like in business clothes. Like heels and specs and all. You ain't gotta confirm, I know I'm right." All the while he's tapped on his personal shield, and hustled an anti aircraft turret on the non-Erinnward side of Pirate Beach Base. He crouches at the foot of the laser turret, and makes certain it's powered up before he's done placing the first charge. Any chance of a cascading power failure is one he wants to take. The relapsed pirate barks sharply in laughter at Poe's musical revelation. "Good time." He starts humming along as he gets the charge live. "...girl, I wanna rekk rekk rekk rekk."
Ektor adds over comms, <<Hey, Spice girl: I think the Sullustan likes your ass. Pretty sure that's what he said.>>
With a blaster in each hand, Zorii leaps over the side of the railing and slides down a suspicious stack of wood running up the side of the catwalk. "Well, of course he does, have you seen this ass?" She's sliding down the side with hips turned, one foot extended, knee bent, firing off blasts at the pirates as she descends on them. "What, I can't hear you talking crap over the sound of your DYING!" She screams back as one of them takes two big blaster bolts in the center of his chest and keels over faster than the New Hope live animated series on GNT MAX streaming service.
Erinn may have bumbled her way behind a tree a few moments ago, but she moves as stealthy as a loth cat stalking a ygg mouse on her way towards those consoles. She doesn't have to sneak, mind you. The pirates are still reeling from being called quasi pubescent and peppering Zorii with blaster fire. Thankfully, Poe and Zorii are no slouches in dispatching their foes and Erinn is able to get a clear path towards that nearby defense terminal. She spies the wiring that runs through a nearby wireless terminal and jacks into the computer. Her little console flickers and sputters in protest, but she hits buttons and twists dials like a pro. Tactile 'tktktktk' sounds ring out from her thumbs as she bypasses protocols and embeds that spike into all of those buggery little subsystems.
<<"Hehehehe...">> Erinn cackles... menacingly. <<"I'm in.">>
Trusting in Ektor's uncanny ability to find the beach -- much like the majestic sea turtles and probably about as smart -- Tess follows behind the lovable lug as the sound of shooting and shouting breaks the tranquility of this jungle biome. Ah, the sounds of a Ghost Squadron mission. "Who am I to deny you that mental image, Ektor? Though I will say that our outfits were a lot more... mm... form-fitting than that. Leaves little to the imagination and what's left is covered with sequins." So much sequins. "There's a reason I can sew you up in sixty seconds or less, you know."
It's just a casual chit-chat as she covers the man setting up explosives. There are pirates everywhere; targets everywhere. Tess fires a wide shot, forcing the sullustan to wheel around --- only to immediately jump backwards as Tess' second shot hits the ground right as hit feet. Dance!
As soon as the shooting starts, Santos comes out from behind the crate like a bull Bantha charging Jawas! With a snarl the huge Wookie runs the few steps to close the distance with the closest pirates who are probably wondering where the hell an enraged wookie suddenly came from!
BAM! One fist slugs into the first one so hard that the body gets thrown through the air! His quarry suddenly out of reach, Krrsantan doesn't waste time, he counter swings with his other huge fist at another pirate who is too stunned to find his wits and run or dodge it! POW! Like some hokey cartoon, the other one gets slammed into the sand.
"You want Wookie RUG?! Come and get it! Special delivery!" There's a roar with rawling and snarling, then Santos is wading deeper into the frey to find someone else to pound into pudding! [Language: Shyriiwook]
One pirate immediately regrets life as he fires a bolt at Krrsantan, and the monster is still standing after it. His initial thought was to look at his blaster like 'this can't be true', but dear pirate, it was true. Fearful steps are taken backward, no longer trusting their blaster to do the trick..
Meanwhile, Xer has successfully set a charge on one gun, the device coming online with a beeping noise indicating it was on frequency and ready to be triggered. Pirates flood the small alleyway of smuggled loot with blaster fire, managing to hit Tess and miss Xer outright.
Meanwhile, the Sullustan who was screaming HUbbity huba at Zorii continues to fire at her, pausing only to motion for reinforcements to join the fight.
<<"Start making your way to the ships at the edge of the beach. These pirates are getting lost in their own maze of drek looking for you guys.">>
Ektor cracks a crooked grin at Tess, "I dunno, some of the holovids make business clothes pretty form-fitting-" Yeah, Ektor has no idea what real businesspeople wear. <<First boom is in place, gonna- ho, drek->> A surprised curse as Tess takes a hit. Pulling his blaster and giving Tess' new pirate admirers a tibanna gas send off, he advises the doctor with a wild grin, "We gotta MOVE, yeah? But for real, sequins, huh?"
Zorii sees opening and makes a run for it, blasting at the Sulustan as she side jumps, but it doesn't really matter if she hits or not! No, the loading ramp to the Outrider is open and Bliss is going to make good on her taking command of this vessel if it kills her (Or Erinn.)
With both blasters sliding down into the low seated holster, she drops down into the pilots seat and looks over the console with a widening grin. <<"Let me know when the shields are down!">> Starting the pre-flight check in speed mode. <"And when you're onboard, of course. I would never leave anyone behind.">> Unless it's on a run check.
Erinn Laski's dead to the world. Metaphorically speaking, but with how Zorii bliss is running off and abandoning her to a bunch of lecherous handsy poirates, she might literally be dead to the world in a few short moments! The stars do align, however. The deeper she gets into those subroutines and logic loops, the more complex they get. And yet, she knows just where to seat this little spiker. Here... no... here... no!
<<"Hehehehhe...">> Another ominous cackle. -HERE-.
-BEEEEEEEEP- . . . . . . wrrrrr . . . . chkchkchk . . . . . . eeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEE
<"Hohohoho, Zori, did you see that?"> Erinn looks up -just- in time to see Miss Bliss disappear up the loading ramp to the Outrider. She then turns to see the various pirates who had been looking at Zorii who are not looking... at her. One even licks his lips!
"Yuck!" she exclaims, and then turns to ruuuuuuun in the same direction as Zorii up and towards the ramp. Screaming ferociously and bravely as she goes. "Nonononononononononono!" Ferocious.
<<"Twenty... I dunno... fifteen seconds and those shields will be down. You just gotta wait for the--">>
KROOOOOOOOOOOOOM
The electrical impulse that rips through the computer network sends the perfect splash of static electricity to detonate the charge.
<<"...defense subroutines are toast. In case you couldn't tel--"
KROOOOOOOOOOOM. An aftershock explosion for comedic effect.
"...tell."
"Ektor, dear, exactly what kind of holovids have you been watchi--" The question -- doesn't she really want the answer to that? -- is cut off and instead Tess lurches forward, hitting Ektor when a bolt pierces right between her shoulder blades. Rolling to the side, she tries to get on the other side of Ektor who has the personal shield. As well as the much better shot. Momentarily leaning up against the turret that is now rigged to explode, Tess catches her breath and nods. "Right-o."
She runs 'n' guns: failing rather poorly at both. Her shot misses, of course, but it acts like a deterrant sending a pirate diving for cover. Her chance to run is interrupted by a large, LARGE form stepping in front of her; cutting her off from Ektor who is ahead. Tess skids to a stop wide-eyed and blinks up at the mammoth Gamorrean. This is it!
A second later, the pigman squeals an ungodly squeal and falls over quite dead; killed from a shot somewhere above. <<"You're Maker-sent, Pretty Girl.">> Jumping over the dead pirate, Tess scrambles to catch up to Ektor. "Remind me to show you some of my old outfits if we make it off this planet."
A blaster bolt strikes him in the head but his skull is so thick, it seems as if it's deflected in part, leaving the smell of burned hair. Is that even possible? The Wookiee felt it though and lets out the loudest ROAARRR yet! You'd think someone had just flashed Trandoshan butt in his face or something! Outrage! Dinosaur Lazer beams - something flashes in his eyes and then all Wookiee breaks loose.
He's coming for you, /bud/. Right at the pirate that had the audacity to shoot him in the noggin!
The beach THUNDERS with the rage of the black Wookiee. Santos runs the short distance to get at that guy before the pirate can escape him! Hairy fists crackling with power, spiked knuckles crashing down on the poor bastard so hard people around them can hear bones breaking!
It isn't pretty. It's not a nice way to be torn apart and beaten into death, but at least it's not drawn out. Santos almost looks disappointed that these pirates aren't lasting longer. A punch, maybe two, and they are broken! "WIMPS! This the best you got?! Pathetic!" Where's the next one?
Kind of belatedly, Krrsantan turns his head with the bit of burnt scalp and looks around for a second to see what the rest of his crew is up to - or whether they need help. Na, they are doing fine! [Language: Shyriiwook]
<<"Don't mention it, doc..">> Poe calls back, the explosion cutting him off. He bends over after taking the rope and rotates till his back is to the cove. Then:
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzips down the line to land below, detaching the line and bringing his carbine back up. "SANTO!" The pilot screams toward the hulking Wookiee exacting his vengeance. "WE'RE LEAVING, BUDDY.. COME ON!" Poe moves with a limped run, favoring the leg he once took a devastating shot, "Rekking Terex.." Groans Poe as he waits to see Tess and Xer make their way to the Outrider before making his way behind them, HOPEFULLY with Santo with him.
Black Krrsantan roars back to Poe, "I'm not done yet!" [Language: Shyriiwook]
Ektor cackles to Tess, "If? Doc, c'mon: this is gotta be the.. fourth or fifth smoothest run we've had in MONTHS. We are *getting* off this planet. This nice.. beach planet full of loot." Focus, Ektor! "Oh right, the bad pirates -" blam, blam blam from the base of the Outrider's boarding ramp. As Poe hurry-hobbles and Krrsantan roars, Ektor waves Tess up the ramp ahead of him at laughs at the wookiee's roar. "Ha! The sense of humor on this guy!" You don't understand Shyriiwook, Ektor.
Zorii Bliss, best pilot on the Outrider (right now), makes short work of bringing the ship online. Flipping switches, adjusting power fluctuations, and getting diagnostic reads as she awaits the confirmation that the shield is down and they're green to fly. "Oh, the trouble we're going to get into, you and me.." She whispers sweet nothings to her new baby. The new love of her life. The mistress she's always wanted and was too low on the feature totum pole to get.
A big grin spreads across her face.
<<"Everybody on board! This thing has auto-cannons, we can shoot at them with ship installed laser turrets.">> She says over the intercoms to the remaining pirates. <<"Yeah, I'm talking to you guys.">> The pirates.
Erinn Laski makes it onto the on ramp, a few blaster bolts wizzing by over the top of her head. She squeals and squeaks with every impact as if they have struck her, though none of them even come close. Pity to the first pirate who -actually- shoots the young woman. They'll find his biological signature scattered across the entire galaxy. <<"I'monI'monI'monI'mon!">> Erinn yells into the comms. She's got a line on a couple of poirates that are chasing after Tess and Ektor, so she slides that Stock-Issued EL-718 from her thigh holster and aims it down the ramp. She sticks her tongue out as she aims and squeezes the trigger. Zort. Zort. Zort-POW!
"AH! I got one!" she says, the stun bolt smacking him in his core and causing him to double over in a painful howl. But he ain't dead, so that's something.
<<"On my way to you, Zeebee,">> she says, maneuvering in the wrong direction and having to spin onto her ankle to runrunrun her way into the cockpit.
Tess keeps pace with the others well enough, firing another shot blindly on a pivot then running some more. "If you want a fine beach, we can go to Scarif, dear. Though I can't promise there will be loot." Her back is on fire, no lie, but she attempts to play it off. Jogging up the ramp, she reaches the top and spins around; another shot erasing a pirate who was trying to hitch a ride at the last minute.
Not exactly a time to celebrate her /one/ good shot of the evening, Tess makes her way deeper into the ship to find a place to secure herself before they take off at ludicrous speeds. Now she can smell the burning flesh all too well. "I may need some assitance treating this particular wound." Being one of the few places even a former acrobat can't reach.
The Wookiee clearly doesn't want to leave the pirates! There's still some left and Krrsantan looks like he's having WAY TOO MUCH fun smashing people into liver pate! Santos seems to ignore Poe's trying to get him to come to the ship they are about to leave on. The Wookiee gets in one more really good slam, knocking another pirate teakettle over kilter, before he finally turns.
"I said I'm NOT done yet!" Another snarl. Only when he looks back for more pirates to pound into meat, they've all backed the hell off out of his reach and went for cover! "Huh. Guess they do learn."
With some reluctance, Santos turns and starts to jog for the ship the rest of his crew are piling up the ramp of. He still looks cranky. It's all Poe's fault.
Finally big h airy feet come thumping up the ramp. [Language: Shyriiwook]
Poe is bringing up the rear, the gusts of sand and wind generated by the hovering Outrider creating a small storm he has to brace his arm against to save his precious eyes. There's a brief flash from his weapon as he downs and kills a disoriented pirate and arrives, finally, by Xer and the ramp of the ship about the time Santo screams, he wasn't done yet, like some child still insisting on staying at the playground.
"THERE ARE NO SHORTAGES OF PEOPLE WHO WANT TO MAKE YOU A RUG!" Poe yells diplomatically toward Santo, but given the noise of the freighter is making, Poe is just screaming and can't even hear his own voice.
So instead of speaking, he's just trying to make sense of this instance, making "AHHHHHHH!" noises but hearing nothing. Santo passes, boarding the ship, then Poe taps his fist against Ektor's broad shoulder, and he backs up the ramp, slapping the console to close it behind them. Hitting the intercom, he let's the new Captain of the Outrider know, <<"All Spice Runners aboard. Punch it.." His voice haggard from being in a screaming match with a YT-2400.
