Log:The Shadowport: Blattaria; The War Princess

Liz's super human ingenious ex-girlfriend comes for her REVENGE!

OOC Date: August 10, 2020
Location: SPACE
Participants: The Shadowport: Zhu Yan, Eriu Jynx, Liz'diot, Netep Muri, Karr'roga, and Mydas Gryph

Far to the north of Bright Jewel (Ord Mantel), the Shadowport has jumped the short distance to a patch of space that Liz had been informed about. Some prime, prime, prime scavanging of a recent space battle between unauthorized smugglers and the First Order. "YASSS!" Voiced the decrepit Bith, his vestubuls extra pussy, sore, and irritated on this fien day. The Slow moving Baleen approached the apparent wreckage like the whale of its namesake. "INDEED. See how Omniscient I am, I brought you to the MOTHERLOAD of scrap." THe Hover chair bound genious seemed content on shoving his self realized superiority into everyones face in this moment.

So far the imediate perimeter was quiet, no other ships appear to be out there visually.

Eriu is dressed in her simple gear, her head tilting as she regards the Bith his chair. A huffed out breath leaves the auburn headed Hapan as she smirks and shakes her head. "Pussniscient," she remarks lowly beneath her breath. Somehow this group works well enough together despite how mismatched they are. EJ drags her hand through her hair and then waits to see if they can get what they need unchallenged. "No one else knows about this?" She sounds hopeful and yet oddly pessimistic at the same time.

She checks her bryar, lifting it to give it a look over and the power cell inside it before moving through the knives clipped to her back. A nod of her head and she gives a tug to her jacket - that is not a blaster whole in it. Nope she's not still sore from her last outing with Yan. She's just fine - thanks.

"Yes. Behold. It's space junk." That was Yan, jacketed, cheerful, and yet slightly more sarcastic than usual considering he'd had the double-whammy of learning about a bounty on his head and surviving another close shave with Malik Fracking Ren on his mind. Plus his stomach was still sore from the blaster wounds. He stood next to Liz and EJ, jacket zipped up because it's COLD out there. "If there's been a battle out here, then someone probably knows about it. Best we can do is loot the place and get a move on. Speaking of looting, Liz, is there anything out there we're looking for or is it just scrap?"

"Mmmmmm, scrap." Netep feigns her enthusiasm for the sight they're rolling up on. Battered hulls, mangled bits and pieces, maybe the occasional body adrift if they are so lucky. It's a scene that illustrates every smuggler's worst fear and a fate she very narrowly escaped once or twice in her younger years cruising the lanes...

Her hair's much too braided in place to be run through, but she does toy with her helmet, flipping it up and over between palms. "So who's gonna walk with me?"

Lingering there, somewhere in the half-light of a corner is the immense Barabel wreathed in rags and light armor. Karr'roga's yellow eyes glint in whatever light finds them, the slits wide in the dark, while the blackened hood rustles with even the smallest movement. Then they are talking, and the large creature goes still as a log - lingering there in that half-dark. Talons testing the ground he stands on, while the large tail shifts and silently hovers mere centimeters above the ground. The yellow eyes peer out at the wreckages and targets, from behind Eriu Jynx there is that quiet cacophony of hisses and crocodillian rumbling: "We know of it, so someone knows of it."

Having little to no interest in the promised salvage, Ryo can be found resting (read: passed out from a binge) atop a crate nearby to the Black Book. A small case full of narcotics sits atop his stomach, having been used quite liberally. The Festian man is not stirring anytime son, it would seem.

The blaring ruckus of the Mandalorian "underground" music known as 'Onder-Metal' coming from the lowering ramp of the Gearhead Cislunar was a strong, usual indication as to the presence of the House Gryph and at least some of it's 'Fifty-Two Sons of Andre Gryph' at the Shadowport for their usual R&R. The Fifty-Two Sons, now infamously known across to the Hutt Cartel and the Mandalorian government by many names: everything from the 'Five-Two Psychos,' the 'Fifty-Two Killers,' the 'Fifty-Two Dar'mandae,' or the Gryphs own favorite, the 'Fifty-Two Heretics.' Walking down the ramp, already playing 'air-queterra' to the accompaniment of Onder-metal, was the Second Son...Mydas Gryph, and he was both unmasked his eyes were red from a night-long binge of spice-use and heavy drinking.

Carrying a red lawn chair under his right arm and followed out by six of his Gryph brethern, some of the dutifully carrying some of his battlefield equipment which he never leaves out of his sight, Mydas sets the lawn chair down at the bottom of the ramp, unfolds it, and sits in it. His 'brothers' set the crates of gear down next to him, and one of them hands him another drink. Sitting down, as he's done this entire time, he's still growling Onder-metal lyrics and playing air-quetarra along with them.

Liz stares at Yan, "It's ALL THE THINGS. I havn't scanned anything yet!" The Bith starts to move his hover chair towards the sensor station. His long lanky and skinny fingers start to manipulate the buttons and switches on the dash. "Wait... what is blabbering blabberty are you?" He asks specifically of Koga, "Smarty McSmarts or soemthing? BAH!" He flails hsi long and skiny arms in the air, protesting such thoughts. "Blah Blah, they know this... they no that. My source is very..." There's a rumble that echos through the ship. Then a latching and clamping sound. Liz goes quiet. With one more clank, the proximity alert starts to go off. "WHATTT?" Liz starts to scan again. "HOW? Where did that come from?!" He turns around, looking to Yan, a nervous laugh escaping him. "Ah... we're being boarded... I think."

The music draws her attention as Eriu leans out to get a look but stops herself when she spots the lawn chair and drink. This is fine. She is busy turning the knife about against the opposite finger, letting the point dance upon her tip. Liz being Liz gets really no undue attention from her but she gives Roga a look, a quirk of her lips as she is about to say something with the alerts go off and then then the obvious unexpected guest announcement. "Did you bring us to a decoy?" She asks of him, giving Liz a long stare.

She curses below her breath and glances to the bay as if in preparation for cover. "Fun has found us it seems. Never fails...and I still never got my spa day after my near death experience."

"What the FRACK!" exclaimed Yan, jumping out of his skin as the Barabel suddenly burst into existence behind him. "You scared the sithspit out of me!" His hand was clutching his recently healed chest and the pangs of pain were coming and going. Bacta was good, but it wasn't perfect. "Jesus. EJ, is this your hanger-on that you were talking about?" It was during this that Liz was doing his scanning, and Yan only tuned back in when the word 'boarded' came up. "Uh," he said. Boarded? Yan looked around the hangar and everything was in order. Here was fine, so where was it? "Ryo, wake up," he exclaimed towards the source of all of his misery. Then he turned to the mad shindig going on and said, "Mydas, send your boys into the walkways and try and find what's hunting us. I'd rather we be doing some of that instead." What was originally a milk run was starting to turn sour, and Yan's expression conveyed that perfectly. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to get into a shooting match!" he called out, "so get to your positions and get ready! No one dies here today." Pause. "Well, none of us. Kill them all." Then, and only then, did he head for cover near the turbolift to the crew deck.

Muri casts an uneasy eye over her shoulder toward the grumbly hiss lurking there. "All the more reason to get a move on it pronto. Longer we sit here admiring, the m--" The violent storm of music that crescendos from Gearhead's opening maw manages to do what most cannot by silencing the linguist. A different sort of look gets cast over her /other/ shoulder now. Approval, maybe? It's loud. Muri likes loud. Ask her plants.

"The more likely competition'll be on the..."

LATCH AND CLAMP

"...Way."

CLANK

"Over." The already short woman slumps just a half inch more from her shoulders and she gestures loosely at the floating scrap heap they might very well become a part of. "It's over. Right, then." Up comes the helmet and gets stuffed onto her head. A quieter series of clicks and clacks latches it into place. <<Fancy a wager of which docking tube and how far it is from our current proximity?>> Netep's vocoded voice comes through to inquire of Liz while she causally trots toward the Hermi's parking spot way over yonder. Just for a change of perspective, surely. One of the Ghtroc's landing struts serves as her 'tree' to hide behind. You paged Zhu Yan with 'Did Mydas buy all of these NPCs?'

The King of Puss is talking to Karr'roga who at the moment was just staring at the wreckage, lazily glancing at those around him - and one large talon on his foot, the largest in fact, tap-tap-tapping to the sound of Onder-Metal. A gentle nod of the large head, and those slits around the Barabel's lips open as the creature's eyes close some - jamming out. A low growl rising in his guts to rumble - until The Bith is speaking. A clap of teeth at the creature though when the sounds start, a pleased little wiggle is given down his whole form. "See?"

Though the Barabel is at ease as the rise of aggression starts. A heavy thud of that large tail across the floor thuds like a drum. Thud. Thud. Like a machine given a command Karr'roga starts to loosen from that log-like state. Turning eyes off of Bith and to Yan's outburst he steps from the half-light to growl down at Zhu Yan: "All of them?" One taloned hand moves across the thigh to swipe up the spear there, and with a flick it snaps to full-length and thuds against the ground. Slitted eyes turning over Yan, then to Eriu Jynx, and the large creature's hisses rise and fall with each breath. The large Barabel then crouches, leaning far closer to the ground than should be possible in an attempt to hide behind cover yet remain close enough to those giving orders - like an attack dog.

A frantic Yan has never been cause for concern for the Debonair Corsair Ryo Odessa, and that wasn't going to change today. In the drug-induced fugue state he had found himself in, Ryo simply lifted a hand and waved it dismissively in Zhu Yan's direction. After all, who was he to take orders from a murderer? No, no; he was quite content to continue laying around on his crate, adrift in the finest narcotic dreamscape that money could afford him.

As the Onder-Metal song blaring out of the Gearhead Cislunar hits an aggressive quetarra solo, Mydas closes his eyes and shreds on his air-quetarra, closing his eyes from the "intensity". As the solo ends and he opens his eyes, he looks out amidst the hangar and sees everyone running around, many with weapons drawn.

"Feth. We're being raided," Mydas says, and then wipes his eyes as though trying to wipe away his light inebreation. Just then, Yan tells him to have the Gryph verd patrol.

"Feth--" he turns to his four brothers. "You know the drill during a safehouse raid, fellas-" he points to the youngest of the soldiers. "-You. Go in the ship, shoot the slave, plasma-burn the recreational drugs, and if we get boarded, tell the cops the slave tripped and fell on a blaster bolt. Or something."

The youngest of the soldiers nods and hurries back up the ramp, which closes up not long after. While this is happening, Mydas scoops up his t-visored mask and red muslin cloth, quickly donning both. He then grabs his "goody bag" of blasters from one of the crates.

"<<Split up: crew lounge, bridge, main corridor. Don't care how you split it. Report in when you see somethin', and as always, let your blaster claim your enemy's soul.>>"

The three verd split up, and one of the Gryphs, identified as 'Thirty-Five,' locates one of the intruders: a being in a large, mechanical bipedal suit, with a glass bowl atop the suit containing an unidentified creature. Another Gryph, known as 'Twenty-Nine,' identifies a very similar suited being near the Crew Lounge.

<<"Second Son, we've got something,>> Twenty-Nine reports, and they relays his information while Mydas is hustling behind one of the struts of a nearby landed ship. Mydas gets into the prone position, and quickly sets up his rifle.

<<"Copy that. Keep him busy,">> Mydas replies.

Those who would see them, these Bipedal mechanical and armored suits contain Poozah's like Hermin in the bowls at the top of the bodies. "MmmmmmeMMMMMeMMMMEME!" One round, boulbous alient with wide lips and eyes says to the other. There's five of them and they all seem to be searching for something specific...

"Did he say... Mechanical Bipedal suits!?" Liz asks, swallowing hard. "B1, K4!" His guardian team of droids were never that far away. "Defnsive positions!" The B1 with the A280 and the new K4 take up a position in front of Liz who backs himself against the bulkhead near the controls. "Kill them please!"

A shrill female voice echos through the hold of the whale. "LIZ'DIOT! WHERE ARE YOU! YOU SHALL PAY!"

Eriu skids in behind some crates and peers up over near the aft hatch. What she sees stops her and she hesitates on the comms as she lifts her wrist. <"Aft hatch is blown....and there is an exotic looking ship. What is..."> But then more comm chatter starts as she listens to Mydas and his men before she hears the cry for Liz. <"Liz....who is this person what wants you to pay. Because you really should just pay because if my ship gets so much as a burn on it..."> she threatens him.

The Hapan hisses below her breath and starts to look at her options. Loader lifters, any sort of cargo skiffs and more. She scoots closer to the nearest one to her, not exactly in cover anymore she leans over the controls and stays low. <"Got a gift for em...."> The device clicks, chirps at her as she inputs a code line to program its movements. She eyes the group ahead of her and then inputs the last line to give the skiff a looped line of commands that has its speed increase to max. Now on autopilot it speeds away from her as she tries to dive back into cover.

Zhu Yan was crouched behind one of the many crates in the hangar, with his Bryar out, hiding like the leader, hero, and champion that he was. He didn't see the poozers, which is good, because they made his skin crawl. But he heard them. That obnoxious high-pitched whinging noise that was like drills in the ear. There was one in the crew deck in a giant mech suit, accessible only by the turbolift that was on the other side of the crate from where Yan was hiding. Great.

"Liz you'd better have a damn good explanation as to how in the blue frack we got boarded," he grumbled over the top of his crate, in the angriest sotto-voce he could manage. On the plus side, he was in a good position to shoot whatever mech came out. "So you better go to the lady and pray that she only wants you instead of the rest of us, because otherwise I'll shoot you myself!"

For the Barabel, the command: Kill Them All has been verified. Underscored. By the King of Puss' reactions, and also by those of Zhu Yahn and Jynx. He, for a moment, just watches. Listens. Crouched there against the ground with his spear, before there is that deep rumbling again -- and the rag-covered creature damn near ghosts them. Like a machine, Karr'roga's eyes move over the nearest item of interest; prey, and he crawls forth and where before that tail had thumped the ground with aggression, irritation...not it swayed silently. Assisting in balance. Using the cover of boxes, of ships and shadows, to prowl closer to one of those...Things with the fleshy bits inside. Which is all he truly cared about: The fleshy bit inside the glass, a little saliva dribbling down the fanged maw to ooze on the floor. Every exhale causing those slits around his lips to open, to 'wink' and reveal the world in infravision.

Ryo is leaping into action! Look out! No, wait; it looks like he's just rolled over and fallen off of his crate, thumping onto the hangar floor with a groan. There's a clattering as Ryobard's blaster pistol flop out of his holster, but the unconscious man absent-mindedly pats around at the floor for it, snuggling it near once he gets a hand on it. In his mind, that blaster is a buxom maiden, fairest in all the land. This is evidenced by the fact that he gives it just a little smooch before snuggling it closer.

Muri keeps very still behind Hermi's leg, waiting, watching, listening in on Shadowport's comm frequency for any indication of /who/ is coming for them. Or what. She can't discount the 'what'. <<J'ni, stand by, ready to warm the engines on my mark>> Cuz there's some barvy shavit prowling this galaxy.

Like those.

<<Liz, are those what I think they are?!??>> Muri sounds /not/ excited about this pedigree of visitor. <<Dammit, Liz>> She drops her chin the few degree that it can and feels around on her own hips and thighs to take inventory. No adhesive grenades, of course. Blaster and Net gun. Or is it...net gun and blaster? She pats at each again before tugging one free. It was good enough for a hungry lylek. Lessee how it holds up against these things.

<<"Yeah...Two?>>" Gryph-Son Twenty-Nine asks as he raises his Westar blaster pistol. <<"I don't think these are cops. Is too late to tell Fifty-One not to burn the giggledust?>>"

Over his own mask's comm, Mydas hears two shots fired, but doesn't know if the shots connected or not, which they didn't. <<"Focus, di'kut,">> Mydas says. <<"Take cover and keep the contacts from advancing into the hangar. If they do, we're gonna get flanked in here.>>

Mydas focuses his sights on the 'fishbowl' of one of the mechs. <<"Dinuir me gar runi-->> Mydas says in a low tone, and then fires, the high-powered bolt launched from the rifle shattering the bowl and disentegrating the creature within it.

<<Switch to Shadowport Frequency,>> Mydas says, and his mask's comm switches to the Shadowport frequency. <<"Generous hosts! Please identify the head of this snake so we can cut it off and eat it.>>"

"WHAT WHAT WHAT?!" Blattaria The War Pincess squeels, rounding the corner only to find one of her precious Pozzah's fallen and ON FIRE from an anti-material rifle. For someone so brilliant she might have underestimated this group.

The Interesting thing was that this woman, this Gorgous retro-sexy HUMAN woman did not look at all like what Netep or anyone had imagined Liz's one time girlfriend might have looked like. She was a knock-out. She wores some type of armoed dress and was armed to the teeth. She liked her mascara and eyeshadow a little too much. Her lips were painted a perfect ruby red. An equally crimson bow held up her curled brunette locks of hair.

"What have you done to my BABY!" SHe seeths, looking upon he dead creation. "KILL THEM!" She orders her Poozahs who begin to open fire on the Shadowport Residents.

Liz squeeks, moving back to the console and fiddling with it. "Ahah! EJ found the ship! It's using some type of Advanced stelth technology! She was working on it while we dated. She'd never let me see it. So I took her Poozah and said I'd make one better HA! Kill them and we can take their stuff!" Oportunity was not lost here! "So what if it's a trap. B1 Kill kill!"

"Roger Roger!"

Mechs. Mechs can not be harmed by knives and EJ needs to find a weak spot. The figure that does appear causes her to pause, her lips parting and jaw dropping a moment. "What in the every loving galaxy..." shock reigns for a good few seconds before she is letting the fire draw Blattaria's attention before she slips out. She uses whatever cover she can come across in an attempt to get around them and flank behind. Her chest and back are still tight from the blaster wounds and she ducks into a forward roll across and open expanse with a fluid grace that speeds her to the next point of cover. Small and focused is the Hapan she succeeds.

Coming up behind another set of crates - something likely illegal inside or maybe they are empty - it does not matter. She pushes auburn hair from her face as she leans out to get a look at the back of the mechs and not get caught - at the moment - in friendly fire. She makes a thoughtful sound as she eyes Blattaria specifically.

A harried look is thrown back to her comrades.

Yan's expression of 'are you for fracking real' said it all. Liz and THAT?! Huh. Y'know what, it kinda explained a lot.

The Poozer mech left the crew deck, passing in front of Yan's crate, and when he heard the THUMP and the meeepmeeepmeeepmeeepmeeep he knew that was his chance. Looking at the Bryar, he checked the charge and... "sithspit!" he murmured quietly. After the shootout on Taris, he hadn't reloaded! Click, click, thump, whrrrr! New power pack. "<<I'm guessing the angry screaming woman is the target,>>" he said into the Shadowport comm, then chanced a look above the crate to look again. "<<Yep. Liz, take note, that's what an actual painted whore looks like.>>"

....Woah. Both of Muri's little green brows go aloft behind the sheen of her visor when something not at all grotesque joins the party. <<Liz.>> That's it. That's all she can say, torn between being pissed that this interruption to their salvage gig is due to some unsettled score between he and HER and being impressed that...HER.

Sounds like Blattaria is not going to give any quarter to those aboard who are NOT Liz'diot though, so Muri's down to blast. A little. On the count of almost three (to herself) she vacates the shelter of the Hermi's shadow and goes slink-running toward Ryo's last seen lounging place. Cover + drugs + meat shield.

Halfway there though, a gizmo falls off her belt and hits with a clatter and ruckuss in her wake!

The Barabel has been set loose: Kill. Without really thinking, or even planning, the creature quietly prowls through boxes, salvage, and what-have-you like some kind of predator. When the War Princess reveals herself, there comes a series of quiet hisses over the comms: "Sssso ugly, soft and squishy. Sss-sss-sss."

Then he's gone again...until the large figure passes the blasted Poozah, leaps over the wreckage and lunges with that broadheaded spear! Thrusting at the woman's thighs, before coming up again as if to ram her square in the ass - luckily the head of the glinting spear passes aside her: But it's a promise of absolute violence. The Barabel, now out in the open, lets loose a terrible bellowing that rumbles low, before the breath reverses, and turns into a series of screeches. Slitted eyes locked on the Prey.

Never let it be said that Ryobard Kaartinan Odessa IV is not a man of action. Literally. Never let that be said. He's spent a long time cultivating that myth while in reality he spends an inordinate amount of time passed out in various states of haze.

For a brief, nigh-imperceptible moment, one of Ryo's eyes can be seen opening as the Festian gets a better look at what's happening. He was awake the whole time! It was a RUSE! At least that's what he'll tell everyone later.

Rolling onto his stomach and standing up, Ryo's blaster will he tucked into an easily-accessible spot on the back of his waistband and he'll begin a slow swagger forward towards the interlopers, after giving Netep a smack on her GIANT BUTT. The redhead catches his eye and he smiles warmly at her-OOP never mind someone's stabbing her. THINK ON YOUR FEET, RYO.

Ripping his shirt open, the gambler will let loose the full power of sensuality, bearing down quickly on one of the robots and lifting a be-ringed hand to land softly on its big metallic shoulder before he steps up on his tiptoes and begins whispering all sorts of things he's going to do to its dataport, if it plays its cards right and questions its loyalties.

<<"Family Frequency,>> Mydas says into his internal comm, and the comm switches back to the encryptd frequency he shares with his crew. <<"Change of plan, focus-->>" Hisnd then Ryo rips his shirt open and seduces a cyborg. He then wonders if this entire situation is just a spice hallucination, and if Kira is hiding in the bathroom from him as she did during such hallucinations.

Then comes the sounds of screaming from his brothers.

<<"Report!>>" Mydas exclaims.

<<We're taking hits!>>" Twenty-Nine growls.

<<"Keep fighting it out, don't abandon position. If we thin down the mechs, the others can turn fire on the primary target,>>" Mydas says, and then trains his rifle on another "fishbowl."

<<"And...">> Mydas fires, turning the creature inside one of the mechs into a burning pulp.

<<...pop.>>"

Blattaria blinks in surprise as the Barabel lashes out at her. She screams as the spear penetrates her armor. Yet, she is not as fazed as the squishy human that she appears to be. With a defiant shout she sxtends her hand, a blad comeing from her side and unraveling into her hand. With a very unhuman force she slices at the Barabel violently, cutting deep and expertly.

She was not your ordinary human, that's for sure. So of course Liz could never stoop as low as an actual human girl...

Liz continues to cower behind his droids. One of the droids turns on the Barabel, about to fire but it distractd by Ryo. It makes lustful eyes from behind the glass. Want and need causing it to move towards the human man with the mustache. Then House Verde attack!. Another Mech falls from the Anti material rifle. Another is blasted twice but still up! The poor one who was infatuated with Ryo. All three turn and fire on the House Verd, two striking true to their targets.

Cheering secretly at Roga's great attack at the leader's backside, she stares at the strange arrangement of armor pieces that look more like a dress. "What in the actual.." she mutters to the air as she watches the Barabel get creamed for his efforts. Okay! So there is no want for her to go it and run right into the mix with that so she moves a little closer still in cover and flips one of her knives in her hands. She waits for a weak spot to open up and she flicks the knife at her side when and arm lifts and then is considering how best to get to Roga and draw him back to cover as the second knife leaves her hand.

That armor comes back down and the knife clatters to the floor like so much unused refuse. "KRIFF." She says and narrows her gaze, watching Roga for a moment as she tries to keep her cover.

Right. Now Yan was loaded and ready. Springing up from behind his crate, the Bryar barked violently. Two yellow bolts, the glorious full power charge of the weapon that thanks to Yan's modifications were permanently on, spouted from the weapon. The first shot went through the mech's torso, coring internal systems and superheating wiring.

The second, aimed higher, hit something that was magnetically sealed. There was a loud FWING and the bolt ricocheted into the magcon field, leaving Yan face to face with the things from Netep Meeyuri's worst nightmares. And here he was without Ryo Odessa's skill at whispering sweet nothings.

"Sithspit."

<<Oh so NOW you're up!!>> Netep grouches at Ryo as he goes on to drop threads and work his charms. It's hard to watch, but it just /might/ get the job done!

Also, it leaves Muri standing in the open, short of her targeted hiding place because she can't quite look away. Which brings her to witness one of the floating heads marching nearer in their mech suit. No. Nonononononono NO.

The hefty gun comes up in both her hands, single cannister already locked, loaded, and ready to launch! The whole of Shadowport can thank their lucky stars that she actually struck, snared, and zapped her intended rather than comrade in arms. This time. A come hitehr crook of her finger pulls the secondary trigger to send wave after wave of stunning electricity through to the ensnared Poozahmech.

It is a beautifully violent reaction, so quick is Blattaria; the Barabel's thrusts were precise but crude. Her slice? Not so much. Precise, lethal even. The moment she does so, the large creature is holding his guts in his hand, and it's not the pain of being cut open that is the problem - but the recognition that things that are inside should not be on the outside: and so even as he thuds to the ground, he is trying to push the intestines back inside the cavity that has been opened up.

And here Ryo is again, true love just beyond his grasp. It's a shame, really. Still, the work needs doing, so he lifts his free hand over his eyes and steps back, firing his heavy blaster at the previously seduced mech, missing wildly and causing his incendiary rounds to start several small fires. It was his way. Hand still over his eyes, he'll call out, "Did I get it!?"

Mydas watches through his scope as Karr'roga is struck down by the woman in the massive battlesuit.

<<"Man down. All verd get 'im to cover,>> Mydas orders, and then trains his rifle on Blattaria. <<"I'm covering you-->>"

Just as the three crimson-armored Gryphs rush through the blaster-fire in the hangar towards Blattaria, Mydas keeps his word and fires on her in an attempt to distract her, but the shot misses. The three soldiers then rush-fire on Blattaria, but only one of the shots connects. Twenty-Nine scoops up Roga and carries him off to the west side of the hangar behind a barricade.

One of the Poozah's is netted, electrical shocks stunning it as it falls to the ground, even knocking out the creature controling it in the jar. Perhaps a new specimin to keep Liz's pet Hermin comapany. Naturally the cretures suck and drain power from ships, latching into the systems and controling them almost telepathically. It's how Liz was able to build such a fast targeting system.

Blattaria is now very, very pissed off. As an Anti material round strikes near her, exploding... then she's stuck with the throwing knife... THEN A POWER BLAST FROM A BRYAR. "YOU!" She lunges forwards with her blade striking at Zhu Yan with great force. It's not powerarmor she is wearing. Something else is causing her to be that strong and agile!

Liz continues to cower behind his droids. "Kill her hurry!" He fumbles for the deadman switch to the bombs placed throughout the ship.

Roga is down, guts everywhere, the new hire she found is likely going to die and thats just..frustrating. She grumbles about that just as Yan gets blasted. There is a sound from the origin of the crates she hides behind and now that the PAINTED PRINCESS is turned towards her the Hapan launches forward. Lithe legs launch off the ground with a scrabble of her boots as she flips forward, once over to land on the other woman's back. The first knife shot is a little off and clangs and screeches against the armor, sparks flying before her other hand digs in and she makes certain she is riding the bull!

YEEHAW!

The feral Hapan slams her knife a bit harder and more on target this time to try to deal some fatal damage. Blood. There is blood. And likely a dry cleaning bill that Liz will have to pay for.

The sword went through Zhu Yan like a lightsaber through Stormtroopers. Through the stomach, out the back, tenting the jacket (thank god not cutting it!) and nearly pulling it from Yan's arms. When it came to brawling there was no such thing as non-critical areas, and this being a blade and not a blaster it was not going to cauterize. Perhaps, for the first time in his life, Yan was at risk of bleeding out.

Being assaulted in this manner, of course, made him very, very mad.

For the third time in a week, the veneer of amiability and general incompetence fell like a pair of cement shoes from the man who called himself Zhu Yan. It was for this reason that the bounty on his head was somewhat believable, and the title 'murderer' wasn't completely a misnomer, incorrect though the actual reason for the bounty may be. Being in that state of 'too angry to die' was a hell of an anaesthetic. "Painted whore," he growled, using the brief reprieve granted from being impaled to place the weapon against the cheek of said painted whore and pull the trigger. The expression on his face was dead, emotionless glare. The barrel had slipped from her face for the second shot, putting a lovely scar in the forward prong of the Redline in the distance. Great. He'd have to clean that later, if he survived.

The remaining mechs fire on the Gryphs who'd saved Roga, and Thirty-Five is shot four times, center-of-mass. He falls where he stands, dead the moment he hits the floor. Mydas witnesses this through his scope.

<<"They...NO! NO! Feth this! We fethin' save some fethin' stranger and we lose one of our own! Thirty-Nine's fethin' wasted!>>"

As the two surviving Gryphs open fire on Blattaria, Mydas seethes.

<<"Feth this. I want that tramp's head, and I want her soul...and I want to her armor on my wall as a sithspittin' trophy.>>"

Mydas fires at her head, and though the shot doesn't bring her down, it staggers her.

Muri ejects the spent canister and plugs a new net pack into the barrel while attempting to maintain a 'safe' distance. Is anywhere safe from Blattaria's blades though? Doesn't seem like it! She's rather not add her guts to the mixture of gore that's already smearing this hangar floor.

<<YEAH!!>> A whistle cheers EJ on through her helmet's com as the Hapan executes a fantastic display of angry acrobatics and Muri snaps the latch to lock that reload in place. Both arms come up to wield the thing like a shield in front of her as she changes up her angle to put an injured mech in her sights...

Continuing to fore blindly because the lights in the room really hurt his eyes right now and he can't stand to see the face of his fallen lover, Ryo is likely doing more harm than good, but what did anybody really expect? "Did I shoot Netep? I was aiming for Netep."

Liz's droids come out of the wood word. B1 blasting at the Poozah's forcing them back towards the docking collar. They were injured gravely. Blattaria on the other hand was caught in a chaotic melee. She screams at the Knife penetrates her armor, struggling to get the dexterous Hapan off of her. Then the Anti Material rifle actaully hits her. It EXPLODES in a flash of fire and light. Liz is able to single out one of the explosives he planted on the ship for it's unwanted destriction. He fingers the switch and that explodes as well! Both blasts likely throws EJ from the woman. Blattaria is blasted back towards the docking collar, knocking over the remainder of her Poozahs. They lay there in a heap of smoke for only a moment. As that smoke clears though, the sound of the docking collar unlatching is heard and the two live poozahs as well as Blattaria are gone.

Liz was crying in the corner, "Nooooo! NOOOOO BLATTARIA MY LOVE. WHY?! So Beautiful... so strong." He purs. He must have enjoyed that far too much