Log:The Irregulars: Mynock Hunt Pt2-Pirate Is As Pirate Does
Mynock Hunt Pt2-Pirate Is As Pirate Does
OOC Date: May 6th, 2020
Location: YT-2400 'Free Spirit'
Participants: Barad, Dyannah Nerus, Ektor, Jax Greystorm, Kael Greystorm, Lokir, Nerys Arda, Nova Korell, Sajin
The irregulars had been gathered together for another mission. There last operation in Mos Eisley had produced some results. The team had gathered on a Helix Interceptor on the Kima then departed into hyper space. Then moments later Jax emerges into the cargo hold which had benches puts up for people sit. Jax pulls out a holographic projector, "Welcome to my ship. I'm Dewback and I'm your ride for tonight. Corsair asked me to play this once we got into Hyperspace." Then giving people a chance to settle around he fires up the holo projector. The projector begins to play with the same disguised voice as last time, "Welcome back to the fight Irregulars. As you all are members of the Irregulars continuous use of Codenames is your choice.
Our mission is taking us the Socorro System. Though we're just getting to play among the asteroid belts. Our previous mission netted us the smuggler supplying Mr. Mensik's operation. A Yt-2400 called the Free Spirit will be jumping into system if we understand the intel right. I have another associate in the area to ionize the Freighter then you will be boarding. Your objectives are to secure the crew, repair the yt and return with it to fleet if possible. If not we must secure and locate any of cargo belonging to the New Republic meant for Mon Calamari. We need any computer data before they delete it. We're expecting a small crew no more than five. We're not sure of crew size. The operation is yours as you see fit. May the Force be with you."
Jax sighs, "Bossy guy. I'm supposed to stay with the ship but if you guys need back up. I'll be here." He looks at the team knowing them, "You won't need my help."
Ektor had been approached while off duty with an offer to do something for the Resistance off the book in his Y-wing, ionize a ship and get some booze out of it. It seemed totally legit. The offer came from General Greystorms son. That's legit right?
The Helix Warrior reverts to regular space from Hyper space just in time for the Free Spirit to try to run for the asteroids. Jax calls back to the team, "I see the target on the scopes. She's still frisky!"
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A half dozen heavily modified fightercraft are circling a Corellian YT-2400 freighter. Shields have collapsed and ion cannons are pouring into the ship until the *Free Spirit* drifts dead and dark in the void, all power lost in the wake of the sudden ambush. None of the attacking craft are alike, and both comms and sensors in the area are scrambled as the Painted Warrior arrives. Once the target is knocked out, the static cuts, sensors resume and the Helix is hailed. a conversation is underway. <<Jaxxy! Right on time, yeah? Arright, so we dropped a comm jammer right up front, pretty sure they didn't get no distress calls out, so you oughta have all the time you need, yeah?>> Either no one told Ektor about the codenames, or he forgot. Even odds.
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"Are there snack cakes?" Nery's voice was quiet, but there were so many in here, there was no doubt it would carry beyond Kael, who was her intended target, given she was sitting closest to him. "I thought there were going to be snack cakes." She sat on the edge of her seat, in armor that was nowhere near as comfortable as the last set. She had her backpack as usual, along with a sword in scabbard, a feathered rod and another night stick looking baton. Loaded for bear, but not really.
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Never one to miss a chance to help out the quieter side of the war against the First Order's remnants and their friends, Nova Korell is parked at the navigator's station. It's the one with computer access, just in case she has to slice into some crucial ship system on their target. "This is a Helix-B, correct? Can we catch them? Does the ship still have ion cannons?" Moments later, someone else does exactly that, and she simply nods, rising from her seat. "At least we don't have to worry about catching them now. I'll go prep the boarding airlock."
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<<"Frisky?">> Sajin says through his helm's speaker, hanging onto something to keep himself stable as the Helix's inertial dampeners do their best to keep up with the twisting and turning, always resettling the ship's center of gravity. It might make for a nice stewing of the stomach. Good thing the king of drik was used to it. <<"I literally have an entire Squa-you know what never mind...">> He's take his frustrations out on the people /in/ the ship. The raging Hapan was already in a bad mood as he draw the large (but not massive like his Ryyk blade) Vibroblade sheathed from his back. <<"give me someone to kill and quick...">>
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Mayhem is /not/ in power armor today. But he is dressed to kill stuff in a set of Katarn Commando Armor. Strapped across his back is a sword, two pistols tucked into maglocked holsters to his armor and tucked in front of him resting on the deck of the ship as he lounges back into bench seating. He looks around at the others and as the briefing goes on he just sighs a bit and nods listening along. He looks over towards Jetpack and the points over to deck plating, "Check under there."
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Barad nods twice as the holoprojector outlines the parameters of the mission, his big 'ole floopy ears swaying with the motion of his shaggy angular head. Okay. Good progress. This crew seems to stay on top of things, and take good advantage of prior successes. Always a welcome M.O. to be sure. And this "Part II" of the mission does seem to be a reasonably straightforward one. All to the good. Still, this is combat so "anything can happen." Especially since it's "combat in space" and this is war -- a deadly mix. Barad's job is pretty simple: Patch folks up if things go south. "Patches" shakes his head to fold his ears back and mushes the tight-fitting helmet on top of them. Barad hits the pressure seals and readies himself to go walk in vacuum. . . hoping, of course, that it won't come to that. Once these Important Things are accomplished, Barad grins through his helmet and gives a "Thumbs up!" Sign to Nerys Arda. _Barad_ hasn't forgotten the snack cakes. Essential gear, don't ya know! Barad points to the satchel of tasty-cakes "liberated" from the delivery hovervan. They'll be ready and waiting, if this mission goes well!
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Lokir sits in a briefing chair, flexing his hands in new shock gloves. He is clad in a modified void suit--one with decorative horns painting in swirled white and black stripes. The armor itself is a mix of blacks and reds, with a prominent "Devil with an Hourglass" patch on the left shoulder. The helm is black, while the left eye has a red painted "scar" running vertically. <Spike here. Ready to shiver some timbers and liberate some creds.>
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Dyannah, aka the Countess, steps back into the embrace of her Void armor and begins locking it down. The blue hair braided in a lustrous ring around her head disappears under the helmet which she slots on, the HUD opaquing the visor to silver.
<<"Check me, Nova">> she asks holding out her arms. Fixed to the side of the armor is a single Dl-30 blaster, modified to the max for damage.
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The helix moves to line up with the YT-2400 with a slight thump, "It's a Helix A, Moonbeam. I don't have the ions anymore." The engines of the ship being used to steady the freighter and not keep the thing spinning in circles. "May the force be with you guys. Stay out of my cakes."
It wouldn't be long for Nova had the air lock prepped and the seal completed.
ON the other side was well a dark ship with no gravity, and only flashing emergency lights. They'd be entering into the side of the ship opposite of the cockpit. It was as standard load out you'd fine, engineering in the aft. Crew bunks on this side. Cargo and crew lounge in the middle. There wasn't any crew waiting at them to open fire at the moment.
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The comms carry a lazy chuckle back to Jax, <<Our pleasure. I'll be waiting for those million credits you promised, yeah?>> Ektor's words are probably a joke. ...Probably.
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Hearing Dewback's admonition, Jetpack leaned into just a bit, her voice again, just above a whisper, before she put on her helmet, "He's not the boss of me." She managed a grin towards Patch before the helmet was sealed and locked into place and she got to her feet, clearly wanting to be ready before they boarded the ship. She slid the baton from its rigging, slipping the rings onto her fingers and squeezing the activation point to expand the bow to its full length, checking it before she nodded to herself. Despite the fact that she looked as though she were one of the least offensive of the team, she tried to push her way to the front, peering around the bodies as she did so, "I make one hostile heading aft down towards engineering."
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Moonbeam nods to her blue-haired friend, and quickly checks Countess's plating by sight and seals by sight and feel. "Good... good... good... nice job on the neck seal, too. You're good." She pats the Zeltron's shoulder companionably. "I love that suit. I just wish it didn't show panty lines so badly."
What, a soldier can't be fashion-conscious?
She toggles her comlink active, and moves to secure the boarding airlock. Moments later, they're ready to step aboard and kick some smuggler butt. <With me, Countess? Careful, everyone... some of these crews bring along extra help in case they get boarded. Don't go dull just because we got aboard so easily,> she warns, stepping on board...
And floating off the deck! She yelps and hastily catches hold of one of the bunks, pulling herself back down to the floor. <Main power's offline... they must have old-style artificial gravity with no backup.>
Looking back up, she spots a flit of movement aftwards. <Contact! Down there, just went into Engineering. He can't be alone; there's no way they're running a ship this size with one person.>
She turns on the external amplifier. "OKAY, SCUZZBALLS! YOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS TO DROP YOUR WEAPONS AND COME OUT PEACEFULLY, OR YOU HAVE FIVE /MINUTES/ TO /LIVE/! AND THAT'S BEING GENEROUS! FIVE... FOUR... THREE... TWO... ONE..."
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Sajin had always been a master of misdirection, whether it was intentional or not. As he slowly mastered his skills as a Mercenary in silence, hidden away, most just knew him as a humble janitor who worked for Hex and Kasia. Some still think he did; picking up a shift at the Blue Light or one of the various shops the couple own through out Nar Shaddaa. However, it seemed keeping a low profile had back fired as he struck out on his own. Passed over, he was just a janitor. This... this enraged the pretty hapan. The beautiful Hapan... the one time adult film actor and homeless bumb. The once youthful pirate and cabin boy who fell in love with a 14 year old princess on Drik when his crew stopped by The Great Market to sell their wears. A crew who would later come back to haunt him. Cassandra still lurked out there, a former love, scorned by the neo King and his equally rambunctious wife.
He barreled through the entrance as soon as the doors hissed open, his vibroblade raised, both hands threatening to crush the hilt with vicious strength. <<"GAHHHHHHHHHH!">> He charged down the entry way without regard for anyone or anything that might fly ahead of him or in his rampaging path. He was eager to prove himself, even though he had done so multiple times in the past. Still there was always doubt, like the kid who got picked last for spike ball... The anger of his parents tossing him aside, intending him to be sold as breeding stock to another family. The killing of his teacher, his sisters ridiculing him always putting him down; You'd never be as good as a woman. <<"I'm the greatest woman!">>
It was also known that Sajin was not a smart man by any needs. This brazen display of anger and brute force /was/ his only tactic. Don't let the expensive Shadow Depth plates on his armor sets fool you, he had yet to actually ever use them. So when he staggered forward, stopping himself, entire body almost lunging over its self as he came to a complete and halted stop, it was likely no surprise that his rage grew further. <<"WHERE /ARE/ THEY?!">> He turned rapidly around, looking in a circle of stupidity and confusion. <<"Get out here and FIGHT ME, COWARDS!">> Then someone said they're running to engineering. He then bounds down the corridor, his sword raised. <<"GET BACK HERE!">>
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Mayhem looks over at... Dewback and chuckles, "I miss my Helix. She was a beaut of a ship. And what cakes?" As the ship comes around and preps to be through the hatch soon after it's prepped and ready to go. The massive T-21 getting pulled up and ready to go, "Wait... Did we need them alive?" Then Sajin's charging in with Vibroblade raised high... Alive was optional got it. So in rushes Mayhem with his massive T-21 blaster. Magboots activated and the large form in his commando armor pointing that massive blaster towards the fore of the ship seeing as Sajin seems to have the aft covered... Kool Aid men! Ohhhh Yeahhhhh!!!!
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Barad (a.k.a. "Patches") does his job, and finishes "patching up" Dyannah just in time before the shooting starts. Wouldn't do to have to walk into combat -already- wounded. That's zero fun. Barad (a.k.a. "Patches") then readies one of those Adhesive Grenades -- Just in case things go -waaaaay- far south and all of the air starts to leave this here boat, he'll be ready to "*glooop*" up a hole in the hull. -- Assuming they're not *ginormous* holes. Whether or not that's essentially lifesaving, it would at least prevent that whole "Sucked on out into Space" issue. That is never "a good time." He also makes sure to stow his MedPac where it will be easily reachable, should anyone on the "Home Team" get shot. That accomplished, he stays out of the line of fire, making himself "small" and leaning back against the "cover" of the bulkhead and waiting until all of the "shooters" have boarded. Whilst there, he might as well press his helmet back against the hull, to *listen* for any sounds that contact might conduct to him. "Metal on metal" -type noises would carry a long way, at volume, through metal . . . .
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Lokir moves quietly into the ship, S-5 held at the ready. His eyes quickly adjust to the strobing alarm light--having evolved to hunt prey in Devaron's dark forests. Seeing nothing of note, Lokir still feels his ears twitch forward beneath his helm. A faint patter beneath the general din of boarding--movement...rustling sheets...dull magboots on durasteel up ahead by the bunks. <Contact--in the bunks. At least one target.>
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A very last minute patch by Patches nearly makes her miss the next group boarding the ship. The zeltron goes in bracketed by the King of Drek, the biggest one on the team, and Moonbeam, who would give a rancor a lousy day if she put half a mind to it. Patting her gun, the Countess quips over the noise of the airlock cycling, <<This is the only fashion statement I am making today. I'm straight for the bridge to see what I can bring back online and get her ready to jump.">>
The corridor is a confusion of headlamps as they move into the ship. Checking her HUD, Dyannah floats gingerly up the corridor towards the crew quarters. Infrared flares with the body heat of a crew member back behind a console, but the crew is already distracted with the big guy from drek and Moonbeam's voice booming through the ship.
[Jax Greystorm]
<Wait what? It was for a bottle of booze. That's what you agreed too!> Jax kept hitting his com, <right? Does he have me jammed again? Ektor? Are you there? Did you pass out?> Jax shakes his head, <Alright a bottle of booze and a case of Corellian Spice Cake Snack Cakes!>
Meanwhile, the human male in the engine section is down on his feet and with his hands up. He's not sure why Nova's yelling at him, but well he is compliant. "Please I just work on the engines! I don't even have a blaster."
Lokir was right about there being somebody being in the crew quarters as Sarjin and Kaek go storming past a blaster bolt scorches the bulk head above them as it was fired blindly. There is bith behind an over turned bunk cradling a blaster, "Please don't let the Greatest woman find me. Please don't the the greatest woman find me."
Then there's the slightly more competent guy in the crew area. He's ready to shoot at Kael and Sajin as they come around the corner. He just doesn't know that Dyannah's already found him.
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Nerys, who was fine with coming up behind most of the rest as they scattered, was thankful for the mag boots that made it possible for her to work without need to worry about drifting off into the bowels of the ship. She didn't bother fighting, not to begin with, as she pulled a tufted dart from a pocket of the pack she wore, heading towards the guy who had his hands up, "This is for the best. You'll sleep through the worst of it. You run at the wrong time and it will be the last time." And then she stepped forward, jabbing the dart into the engineer's neck, not waiting for him to drop before she moved to clear the engine room. His body did make a rather sad little thunk as he collapsed, though. "Clear in engineering."
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"Smart move," Moonbeam says to the engineer. "Just keep being smart, and you'll get out of this alive." She leaves knocking the guy out to Nerys, since she seems to eager to deal him out. "Nice. I'll go check on..."
That's as far as she gets, because there's the unmistakeable sound of a blaster being discharged, and the flash of red of a bolt coming into the corridor. <Watch out! We have a live weapon! Countess, I'm on my way!>
She turns and steps into the crew area, covering her entrance with her carbine. She notices Dyannah right off. <We've found one... can you tell if anyone's in the cockpit?>
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As a Mercenary, Sajin took questionable jobs sometimes, he's also killed a lot of people. Somehow though, even in his seemingly blind rage, The Greatest Woman was not a cold blooded murderer. He stopped just short of swinging his blade down on the poor surrendering scoundrel just as Nerys knocks him out.
After a moment of pause in which the King of Drik stared at the motionless body, there was suddenly a bit of a shaking to his body before a ground quacking shout echoed through-out the ship, <<"GRRRAAAAAH DAMN IT!">> The bith likely heard. The Hapan slumps his shoulders forward in defeat turning and slinking off towards the main crew area to help clear that section of the ship on his way towards the bridge. He raises his blade, readying himself once more. His rage pent up and waiting to be let out in a healthy yet messy and bloody fashion. A wee bit of the ol'Ulta-Violence.
He comes upon the cowering Bith, pausing as the alien creature rocks back and forth... <<"UHG this is PATHETIC.">> If Grom ever found out about this he would laugh at him for at least a Decade. The Hapan lowers the blade and snatches the gun out of the Bith's hand quickly, expertly, without even a bit of hesitation. <<"YOU should be more careful.">> He places the blaster on his belt, grabs the fella by the collar and tosses him back at the others. <<"Here's another lil' Bith... Hah... Get it!">> His sword raises once more, the seriousness (not really) returning to the stoic (Never) Warrior.
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Mayhem keys up his comms <<Half a case of snack cakes... The other half was tasty!>> Then the desk pop... The Commando helmet turns to look at where the scorch mark came from then just laughs through the suit's speakers, "All who wish to survive to see another day drop your blasters and you won't be killed." Then one tries to shoot him. Mayhem pauses a second as he just stares at the spacer like... Really? Then he snaps the barrel of the T-21 at the enemy ensuring background is clear he squeezes the trigger sending a trio of blaster bolts around the enemy... Which leaves some massive scorch marks around him, "Last chance to surrender."
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Barad pulls his head back off of the bulkhead, the echo of pounding metal on metal footfalls and a 'Raaaaaaaauughghghghghghg!' of rage still echoing in his skull for a moment. Geez. OK. So much for the subtle way. Barad (a.k.a. "Patches") makes his way to the corridor junction, while __always__ keeping sight of the boarding hatch they'd all just come in through. It "wouldn't do" to have the crew of this ship counter - board theirs. Yeah that would be embarrassing. So Barad makes sure that won't happen
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Lokir slinks forward, his red and black camo blending in with the strobing red gloom. <Flanking. Going for the throat>. Lokir slides around the edge of the room, padding into position behind the smuggler. Distracted by Mayhem, the touch of the shock glove is...unexpected.
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Between one breath and the next, Dyannah decides that it is best if the person who thinks he or she is hiding from her be neutralized. But gently. Another of the team has the same thought; a stun applied to a body crackles through the room.
<<Fiiine, wasn't one stun enough for you?">> exasperation ringing in her voice as the man struggles to get up. Three times the DL-30 whines between charges zipping the man and sending him to snooze with a potential headache looming before him on awakening.
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With a zap and a pop the game player was down hunkered over the table in dream land. The demo of the holo chest running as holographic figures bounding around 'smashing into his head.' The crew of the ship had been cleared or had they? Well the press of a blaster pistol to the small of Kael's back says otherwise. Where did that come from? The Charda-Fan that had been in the cockpit. It's voice squeaky, "Don't none of you move or Big boy won't be walking anywhere. I want access to an escape pod on your ship. Mines down and half the Captains Cargo. I'm reasonable."
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Nerys, having come out of engineering, and having moved to clear her way through the ship to the rest of the group, managed to just catch sight of the Charda-Fan pulling a blaster pistol and pushing it into, well, one would assume where Kael's spine was. She did not fire, though she did raise her bow. Rather, she attempted to move into a position to, possibly get the drop on out intrepid armed 'negotiator.'
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Sajin watches one drop, and then the other, all before he can get to them. What WEAKNESS. <<"UHGGG.">> You could hear the eye roll through the Hapan's voice even through his armor's helmet obscured such body language. The squeaky voice of the Charda-fan cause him to hobble around and face Kael clad in his commando armor and the gun against his back. There is a long pause as the Hapan looks over the assailant peaking out and threatening the life of Mayhem.
It might be awkward when he starts to laugh, really really loud. Then is ceases abruptly. <<"Go ahead, shoot him. I don't care... Then what are you going to do, run? Right into the people that are behind you who are well armed and far better skilled than you? Also, I look big, but I'm pretty fast... and trust me.">> He pulls his blade forwards, <<"You're not going to want me to cut you up... and I really really want to cut someone up right now.">> He waits, that blade shown off in front of him. His feet slide into a stance, ready to take off, ready to strike. <<"One... last... chance... I wonder what Chadra-Fan tastes like roasted over an open fire?">>
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Mayhem would be blinking as he hears the squeaky voice behind him. He almost feels the blaster pistol pushed into his back as he looks over his shoulder and at the blaster pistol, "You serious? That little pistol? That'll barely scratch the paint job on this armor." He hefts the T-21 "Here borrow this one it'll at least look like you mean what you say." But he does slowly raise his hands over his head, "You should have taken the deal." Mayhem turns the Sentinel IV pistol almost appearing into his hand as he blasts the little twerp point blank the bark of his pistol a rapid flash and return shot that hits him in the torso, "Ouch." Standing there for a moment he stares at the smoking remains of the pilot and then holsters his pistol, "Scratch one. Everybody else okay? I seem to have a scratch."
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Barad (a.k.a. "Patches") nods quietly to himself inside the narrow confines of his vacuum - sealed space suit helm as he watches Kael turn to blast, and get blasted back. Whelp. Yup. That's that, then. Barad pretty much knew that was going to happen. Large men in thick armor don't take crap from Chandra Fan.
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Lokir felt his front teeth tingle. Chadra-fan were, at heart, smart prey. Herbivores. <Order up--blaster-fried Chadra-Fan with a side of contraband.> Lokir presses forward, eyes and ears sharp. The dark horned shape stalking in the shadows of the bulkhead bursts into the bridge...and scares no one. <Spike on Bridge--clear.>
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<<"Chadra-fans think they rule,">> a rising note of annoyance sounds in Dyannah's voice as she speaks over general coms. <<"Can't a woman get on to business? He wants to pilot the ship for us?">>
The shots interrupt her musing aloud, shaking her head, she listens to Mayhem report in. <<"Barad is your man.">> Pulling herself down the corridor Dyannah reaches the bridge and peers in after Lokir calls it clear. With a sigh of relief, she seats herself and begins to switch systems back on.
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As Kael turns to fire at the Chadra-Fan. "Oh, Kriff." the little creature is true to his word and opens fire. As it slides agaisnt the bulk head in was dead as it landed.
The lights come back on as Dyannah works her magic on the ship, It might be then that Barad notices Dewback leaning in the airway. The pilot watching quietly at the scene. He appears to be holding a speeder bike throttle in his right hand. "Patches you might want to go patch Mayhem up." Then pushing up from where he leans. "No one will be boarding my ship without my permission." He calls out to Mayhem, "You alright?"
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Nerys's eyes narrowed, as the lights came up, and there was no point in hiding, she stood, making herself a perfect target, in the off chance that there was actually anyone left on the ship that wasn't dead, knocked out or surrendered. She headed for Mayhem, her voice coming tight and cold on the comms, "Where the **** is the medic?" She didn't release the bow, though she did reach out to try, try being the operative word, to get a look at the damage that the blaster bolt had done, "That's going to leave a mark."
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Moonbeam winces, seeing Mayhem extract himself from a potentially dangerous situation. "Guess we won't be interrogating /that/ one... you okay, Mayhem? That looked bad."
Dyannah's exit to the cockpit prompts her next course of action. <I'll check the captain's cabin for clues. Could be he left something useful.>
He did, actually: A personal datapad that is locked and encrypted. But Moonbeam makes short work of the lock code and has the encryption sorted out in short order. <Jackpot! He's got an entire list of contacts in here, complete with holomail addresses. We should be able to trace a lot of this stuff down easy. Dewback, this raid just paid for itself!>
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Sajin relaxes and straightens himself out, looking over the dead Chadra-fan and Mayham... <<"That's not my fault, just so we're clear.">> He returns his vibroblade to his back, stretching his neck. Tight leather and armor materials sound as he does so along with a few cracks from released tension. As Dya asks for a Pilot he glances over his shoulder towards the bridge. A single gloved finger comes up, <<"Uht... uht... no-one even /think/ about it...">> He turns and starts for the bridge.
Once there the Hapan slides into the pilot seat and starts to bring up all the various feeds and the like, assuming things are being repaired of course. He's quite skilled and well practiced as using ship controls. <<"We'll be out of here soon enough.">>
He still hadn't killed anyone, and if there were 'blue balls' for blood thirst kings, Sajin had them. Red balls... yeah... red balls.
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Mayhem looks over towards Patches and Dewback and shakes his head some, "I'm fine. I've had worse. I'll see the doc when we get back to civilization." He looks down at his armor as Jetpack heads his way and waves her off, "I'll be fine." He keeps the T-21 slung although he does sling it around behind him now, "Bit shocked that one got the drop on me I've gotten rusty."
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Lokir pats the captain's chair proudly. <Aye---this ship be ours, mateyyysss! All timbers shivered. Spike heading below deck to check on our prisoners.> With a happy bounce to his step, Lokir quietly pads back to the crew quarters, making sure the living smugglers are bound tight and rifling through their belongings--pocketing a few creds but finding little else of note.
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Lights flicker to life; the ship begins to hum to itself as the boards animate themselves with area scans. Sajin having misheard her call for a pilot slides into the captain's chair, but she doesn't care in the least.
<<"The helm is yours Sajin, we should be ready for undock here soon. Take her away.">> All the ship's systems spring into action. The ship is theirs.
