Log:The Shadowport: Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend Part 2
Diamonds are a girls best friend but also trouble. Shadowport must make a timely get away after things go awry.
OOC Date: February 15, 2022
Location: Socorro
Participants: Eriu Jynx as herself and GM, Saturi, Khalim, B'haav Adasta, Kaavenn, Netep Muri, Zhu Yan, Sar Yavok, The Shadowport
All hell begins to break loose in the warehouse district in a particular building where blaster shots are fired. The Mob Lieutenant stumbles back after being struck, slow to bring up that blaster after as the other group scrambles. In the face of aggression the guards begin to act, pulling their own weapons as Eriussa is flung back behing the shistavanen, stumbling a few feet as she hisses back over her shoulder, the dress having stretched. "MOVE IT! NO ONE STAYS!" She gives the backs of the three who have imposed themselves like a wall and begins to run for the door. "Uri, move!" She says, making sure the other woman has secured what they came for. She draws her sword just in case and steps out into the open air.
The door opens and the guard standing outside was forgotten until that moment. The Duchess hesitatees and has no choice. She thrusts the blade tip right at him.
Meanwhile our interesting group in the resort have made a few changes to the plan - possibly in a good way. Yan has made the speeder inoperable just as the beep of a message notifies Silks that something is going on. Muri, is saved by the bell, as is Naia. "What is this?!" He may even shove Muri a bit to the side as he lifts up the message. "Deal is off? Shoot on sight?!" There is his name but its...he is here. "We have to move! Time to go." He has no clue what has gone on but he forgets the female company in favor of getting to his speeder, Meat following in certain confusion.
Sar on overwatch has lifted off into the air and with a view might see the chaos. Even as the comm crackles to life from Eriu. "Things have gone sideways. Need an escort!"
This isn't what she intended. Saturi stumbles backwards as the shooting starts, clutching the held diamond with her left hand. Luckily, the mob lieutenant is too busy with getting shot to care for the case of rocks. She jumps to her left in an attempt to grab the entire container from the table, tripping over in the process. Blue palms brush against the priceless box as she falls, sending the small repository across the counter, causing it to teeter precariously over the edge.
The blue woman isn't able to keep her grip as she collides with the hardened ground. Her handheld jewel is ejected across the room, rolling long the battlefield for anyone to pick up.
Pandemonium. If that were the name of this business it would have been prophetic, for surrounding Khalim is chaos. Although, this is Shadowport and as those who have had the misfortune of being on the dealing end of that cabal have likely experienced the truth of this moment: pandemonium, violently noisy and not entirely uncalculated.
Khalim's gun-hand remains out and aimed, the mob boss's lieutenant reeling from the single connection that pair of tibana-infused golden bolts had inflicted. The goon is not down, however, and a trigger-squeeze sees a single bundle of aurelim-hued charged particles lance out yet again. The lieutenant is struck center-mass, a hole punched through clothing and whatever thin layer of protection had waited behind. That hole continues through his chest, and he crumples like a scolded rock lizard. The Mirialan instinctively sights and pulls on one of the boss's grunts now seen emerging from hidden alcoves. That shot, unfortunately, misses, though it does splash in a pretty cascade of gold against the far wall.
As the remainder of the party begin exfiltrating through that front entrance, Khalim - who had separated himself a bit from the group - makes an effort to close the distance. It takes all of a single step for a cramp to work its way up his right calf. He's slowed, but not stopped. Those shoes have very advanced, bouncy soles thanks to ScIeNcE!
B'haav's still hearing the crunching sound of the Boss' nose as he moves to back up Saturi while the specialist handles the stones for which they'd come. Somewhere in the darting motion across the room, the vibrodagger in his pocket had been produced and he's holding it, wary of pulling too much notice to a knife in a gunfight - so... Blade's not switched on yet. "Uriwebetterbegoing." Spaces are a luxury one can't afford when one must be gone. The knife plays in the light but... He's got a knife, how dangerous can he be in this room?
Maybe it was too much pressure. Too much hurry, but Saturi's spilling from the table and the case of diamonds is threatening to follow her blindly into floorid oblivion. There are two things falling, and B'haav has two hands, but one of them is holding a knife. Lacking anything more creative to do, B'haav lunges over the top of the Pantoran to nudge the case back from the edge by driving the dagger into the tabletop. Quickly he slams the container shut and latches it, pulling the case up in the same motion that frees the dagger.
Finally, shifting both to his offhand, he's lowering to avoid the blasterfire that had popped off even as the lieutenant falls, and a hand is held to Saturi. "Uri, get up. I got them. Really gotta go now." The grey-eyed Balosar's feeling like thee reasons to shoot at him are multiplying, and he's the definition of nervous as he looks to the door.
Whoop! What's this now?
Muri's shoved aside, chair and all, so that Silks can express his incredulity over the message in properly dramatic fashion. Her whine of dismay goes unheard below the level of Silk's exclamations. Then again, soon as she's got to her feet, when he storms back the other way with Meat in tow.
Netep makes like a limp rag and just lies there where she was discarded, back-bent over the gaming table, hands flattened palms-up on either side of her head. The classic 'WASN'T ME' gesture. Even if it was, by association. At least...Muri's fairly sure she's connecting these dots properly. EJ's voice over the comm in ear confirms that yes, yes it is time to go. It's an order that Muri intends wholeheartedly to follow...just as soon as the legitimate buyers get a head start. No need to have her face marked as an accomplice here, if she can help it.
And Xavier says she hasn't got survival instincts. Pffffffffffffffft....
Look at that limp-rag Muri. So helpless and innocent. So....okay he's gone far enough away into the sea of peoples, which means Muri's gonna go...
The Ibhann'I halfbreed curls into an ungainly situp off the table, onto a chair, and has a hasty look around for alternate course. FOUND. It's a bit round-a-bout, but all exist eventually lead to lobby, yes? Yes.
Yan's comm crackled in his ear and he winced. Ohhhhh that did not sound good. "Are they heading here?!" he asked in the comm, failing to specify who 'they' were. "I mean the guys who's speeder I just forked up." Assume yes. Damn. The man with the plan had failed to consider his exit route fully, standing over a sabotaged speeder and with nothing but a hilariously terrible shirt, a nearly-empty bag, and a Bryar. "Sithspit."
Right. So. Plan. Don't get seen. Get the drop. Or escape. Or shoot! Either or were good and it'd depend on Yan's mood as to the action. With the grace and poise of a man significantly less fat, the smuggler slid across the hood of the speeder (ignore just how deep it sank towards the ground) and scrambled up and next to the entrance that he'd taken. The ones they were going to take. Wait was the that the door handle? "Schutta." He was on the wrong side! With a hasty hop and a little yelp he was now on the hinge side, Bryar in hand, empty bag in other hand, ready for... well he didn't know what he was ready for but it probably would involve shooting.
<<"I hear you, EJ. Headed your way now,">> Sar's jetpack flares to life and he begins to spear through the air towards EJ and the Gang. This small stabilizer jets on his shoulder pads and knee pads kick into action, spiraling him out of the way of an incoming air-speeder. <<"Few more seconds, kid,">> he says, scanners in his helmet picking up EJ as she makes her dash out of the warehouse. It picks up the goon chasing her, too. Poor goon.
Kicking those thrusters into overdrive, Sar begins his dive towards the man and closes the distance pretty darn quick. Within a few yards of the assailant, Yavok's retro-rockets flare up and slow him down just enough that he doesn't outright die when he grabs the man's collar and drives his shoulder into him, sending him spilling over backwards. Sar slides along his knees, dragging the poor guy along the asphalt next to him. Once the duo skid to a stop, Sar stands up and looks over his shoulder. <<"All good?">>
He knows the answer, so he's reaching for his blaster.
Erius is watching as blood pools and the man before her falls into it, likely to bleed out in no time. Sar's timely arrival just outside the warehouse with a falcon punch to the gentleman behind her brings the Duchess around. "It could have gone far more smoothly but I should never suspect it will be anything but."
She huffs out a breath just as she can hear the commotion within. "More trouble...where are the others?" She glances up at him and then towards the resort before the sword is set in the speeder seat beside her and into the vehicle she gets. She starts it up and turns, expecting the members of Shadowport to start pouring out.
Saturi had trouble with her feet and as the diamonds are passed off she is not. The Mob Boss now furious steps forward as his perimeter guards begin to move in. He starts for Saturi, reaching down to grab her arm and haul her to her feet. "You little witch..." he hisses, not happy one bit.
There are a few random distant shots given towards Khalim and the others but the guards are at the far end of the warehouse.
Meat, Silks and their entrouage enter the parking garage and head for the handicap parking where their speeder awaits. Chariot and all. Which won't work. One of the guards jogs ahead breaking away from the group as the rest start to shuffle in while Silk is muttering in a half whinin gvoice. "What the kriff is going on. Deal off?! We are not late! Not really anyways."
Golden eyes watch as the sole gem skitters across the floor towards the door. She flicks her gaze back around to catch the final moments of teetering before the container of jewels is saved by B'haav's fast reaction. In the process of getting up, Saturi offers out her hand to the box-wielding Balosar, the gesture intercepted by the aggravated mob boss.
"What did I do?!" Her howling tone might lead one to believe that she's legitimately innocent. Trying to generate leverage and pull the boss to the ground with her, she slides about on the dusty floor. "Let go!" Right hand grabs at the wrist of the diamond dealer. Nails biting at the skin.
Khalim, still the furthest from the front entrance, finds himself in a backwards shuffle as he makes distance with the goon-infested far end of the warehouse. The boss, and Saturi, are a bit beyond his peripheral vision for a moment, but those backward steps force their commotion to swim into edge of view. A turn of the Mirialan's head provides the details, the boss grappled with Saturi, B'haav doing his best to intercede. As the Pantoran wrestles about, attempting to break free, a moment of opportunity presents itself in the form of an obstructed sight picture.
That bulky W-35 swings about, and as the barrel crosses the man's back Khalim pulls the trigger. And then again. Two bolts are discharged in rapid succession, and both blow through garments and any armored poly-weave that was beneath. The boss drops, perhaps taking Saturi with him perhaps not.
The Mirialan's aim swings back out, in the direction of that far wall and the goons begins to break out. "Time to go, I think," he growls, for Saturi and B'haav's benefit.
Saturi's been grabbed, his offered hand closing on nothing. That's no good. B'haav would have thought his nabbing of the case, or his abuse, would have put him higher on the list, but not so. Only one thing to do. B'haav's empty hand reaches across his body to the hand holding container and vibrodagger. With a click, the blade hums with lethal force and there is something very close to killing intent in those stee-grey eyes and B'haav looks up to the mob boss. He raises his hand, ready to sever the hand that has encroached on the soveregnty of Shadowport's eminent rock-and-mineral-specialist- and then the boss falls over from a twin pair of blaster shots, courtesy of a Mirialan. B'haav's clicking the dagger off and just throwing it to his left hand as he grabs Saturi's wrist and HAULS- before she's settled and ready to push up again. Not a budge.
'Time to go, I think.'
"Ohreallyyouthink?" B'haav's grunting through the exertion as his fancy shoes slip on the floor in a a failed attempt to raise Saturi, still very much by the table and far too far from the door.
"C'mon," Netep hurls a word of recommendation over her shoulder in case Naia is still----Naia? Well. The Nautolan *is* a smart cookie. Rather than ponder where her many-tentacled friend has melted away to in the crowd, she makes a hopeful assumption that they'll reconvene on the safe side of this equation and keeps speed walking with purpose. Anyone who *runs* out of a casino is likely to draw unwanted attention, no? Muri maintains a brisk walk, muttering about offworlders and shoddy tippers until she's clear of all the ring-a-dings and neon sirens and tirelessly spun bars of sun-moon-comet-planet-asteroid-etc cha-chinging people's credits away into oblivyn.
"Ol'val, guerfels," a final grunt to see herself out into lobby, left hand coming up to casually lift a glass of swirly blue something from a passing tray. She keeps walking, weaving through business-class room-renters and holiday-goers (who the hell comes here on holiday), sipping all the while. Once a short-legged stride spits her out into the hot, desiccated air, the Muri takes pause, eyeing what transport options are available here. Not the sort of place one tethers up their druyza for valet to handle, yeah? Taxis, though...those exist.
<<"Y'all free and clear yet?">> her voice comes through, along with a tinkling of ice cubes. <<"Yan? Frell are you at?">>
Alright quick now was Yan's chance! As the door opened and conveniently blocked him from view, he waited until the men had walked past before turning and aiming to slip through from whence they came. Alas, it was not to be, Yan's dadbod catching the edge of the door and closing it with enough force for it to go BANG right in his blasted face. As silent as a thrown brick, that Zhu Yan. "WHOOPS FORGOT MY KEYS!" was his hasty cover-me statement as he jiggled the handle.
Locked.
Sithspit.
Sar Yavok says, "They're fine. Yan's with them," Sar says, only capable of complimenting the other man as long as he's out of earshot. His blaster rifle turned blaster pistol is slid from the holster at his hip and the empty ammo cartridge is flipped out with one smooth movement before another one is slotted into place and the charing lever is yanked back. A dull whine sounds from the gun and he begins backing up towards EJ, his eyes trained on the warehouse she came from.
The Boss and Lieutenant are dead, making errors on their own parts and by the luck that Shadowport can sometimes have htey are relatively unscathed - for now. There are figures rushing those just leaving the warehouse - Khalim, Saturi, B'haav and Kaavenn. A high pitched whiiiiine of engines sounds from the other side of the warehouse and around the corner a speeder bike, no one...no two....no three...wait FOUR!? appear and Eriu herself lets out a curse. "Well they better be ready for a pick up. We don't have a lot of time to site see."
She looks up at the rest of the crew coming out of the warehouse. "GET IN! LETS GO!" She glances to Sar. "We have room or you taking to the skies? Maybe look at handling a few of those?" She tips her chin towards the bikes coming their way. She curses again and readies the speeder. Once they are all in she hits the gas, slamming into a crate and throwing it open, spilling some foul smelling fruit across the ground.
Yan is as always...a smooth operator. BAM! That is going to hurt a lot later and likely bruise. Possibly a black eye. The group turns as the guard is starting up the speeder...and nothing happens. "Boss something is wrong." He remarks. It takes a moment but there are assumptions quickly made. Meat steps after Yan. "HEY YOU!" Yan is suspicious. So very suspicious and as the large meathead stalks towards him the space between is eaten up quickly.
Muri. Oh Muri. The only one who could feasibly survive this and just slurp up free drinks for DAYS. She is home after all. A server comes up in a skimpy outfit, barely there in all the right places. "I have a free credit chit with your name on it if you want to try the brand new slots in the atrium." She's cheery and tries to sell it hard, bright smile, painted teeth and lips. She holds out the tray with the chit for her to take. "Right over there."
"You're not helping!" is the only 'thank you' that B'haav gets as Saturi yanks her hand from his clutches. She has trouble climbing over the corpse of the mob boss, using his lifeless body as an uneasy support. Her gaze flicks about the room after rising to her feet. Blue fingers toy with her holstered blaster. "The next person that grabs me is getting shot!" She announces angrily, drawing the golden weapon for everyone in the building to see.
The Pantoran ambles over to her dropped jewel, stooping over for a second to grab it. Popping up with a swift jump, the blue woman sprints for the exit, ready to flee by speeder.
As the party extracts, Khalim follows as trail man, back still to the exit and trading unaimed shots with the thugs that occasionally peek out from behind crates at the warehouse's far end. But not for long, as that blazing sunshine again washes down from above and he is - along with, it appears, everyone else - escaping. Escaping across duracrete to that waiting speeder. Escaping in a scrable within it's still-open rear door. And then quite literally escaping up, up into the air.
But the day is not yet over, as four - count them, one, two, three, four - speeders can be seen pulling out from behind the warehouse. A fresh serving of hot pursuit had not been ordered, and Khalim rejects its delivery with a hang out the speeder's rear compartment, gun arm extended in an imperfect sight-squeeze, sight-squeeze that sends two golden lances down range. One manages, somehow, to strike a driver, and one of the four speeders careens to the side and impacts a downed crate. One down.
However, these are armed criminals, and this is not a fancy game of Holo-Bad-Dudes. This do be real life, and in real life the bad guys shoot back. Several bolts, red against Khalim's gold, streak back in reply and one... one lucky shot, one in a million, takes the Mirialan in the chest and delivers the worst possible combination of signals from nerves to brain. Perhaps it IS residual nerve damage, Enigma's parting gift, but a switch may as well have flipped and he winks out. Khalim slumps against the speeder's exterior, kept from falling out and away by the lever of a foot and its attached leg beneath a bucket seat. His pistol, held now only by a strap, swings freely behind him.
Down for the count, this one. Will he fall to his doom?! WHO KNOWS!
Once again, Kaavenn's fighting in his suit. His hideously expensive, custom -suit-! He really needs to stop going anywhere with these people without armor. Ever. In fact he should probably start sleeping in it. Join Shadowport she said, you'll make credits she said. Of course the only one Kaavenn really needs to blame is Devil Woman, which sounds amazingly innocent when spoken aloud in Shistavanen.
Credits right. he doesn't earn them if they do not stay alive. Kaavenn's in the speeder and trying to get a nice clear shot with the war crimes carbine. He didn't have time to extend the stock so he tries a couple of rushed snap shots. He feels a tug in his armpit, the suit wasn't made for this rough and tumble approach. With bodies landing ON him, he feels something give way. Simulatneously there are a pair of badly missed shots, and a snarling Shistavanen as a seam has given up. He reaches back blindly grabbing and shoving a Pantoran wherever. A Balosar gets a kick for the Balosar foot in his groin area. EJ just gets her customary glowing red eye glare. Then kaavenn is rying to be back to business and shift to have better vantage to shoot properly.
<<"YAN! WH--">> Oh. Oh? Ohhh....
"Khasaan'I." Netep eyes this skimpy server for longer than absolutely necessary, possibly forgetting what the primary directive here was.
- Slurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp* through the straw until there's nothing but air getting sucked up through half melted balls of ice.
"Uh...what? Oh. No, I..." it feels like the wrong answer, BUT. "Min min...nyiad suman--er, no. Suman nyiad.." has she forgotten how to speak in Basic? This old tongue just keeps pouring out. "I'm actually waiting for someone, so I," *cough* "I shouldn't." Free slots, Muri! FREE SLOTS, MURI! Somehow, her impulsive nature is stayed by the hand of adulting. Somehow.
"Look, man, this is just a huge misunde..."
BLAM.
The bottom of the bag blew out as the big Bryar blaster bequathed within set off, closing the gap of a mere few centimetres in a manner almost faster than light. A wash of blue energy bored half a hole in Meat's sternum, the wracking ion energy taking over and dropping the man to the floor. Even on stun, close enough would do a lot of damage. Yan, however, didn't remember putting it on stun. Still, no time to waste. The bag fell away, revealing the blaster as it was aimed at the head of the man wearing an abjectly painful amount of silk. "This is for not displaying the PROPER PERMIT!" he boomed, and pulled the trigger again.
Another blue bolt blasted out, smacking straight into Silks' forehead and leaving him plumb on the dash.
[ Sar Yavok (Sar)]
<<"Go. I'll cover you,">> Sar says, his jetpack flaring to life again and sending him into the air to hover above them, his handcannon at the ready. It's not quite as stylish as he entrance, but he's not flying ass-over-head into a wall just yet. He begins circling over the incoming speeders and raining fire down on them. Two bolts bark out of the barrel of the handcannon and sail out towards a closely-gathered duo of riders. The first finds purchase in one rider's chest, and the other sails into the reactor of the second, sending the whole bike up in flames.
Eriu is not the most practiced hand at driving the speeder but she makes a good show of it. Somewhat. As they careen around another corner and into some light traffic she side swipes another speeder as the blare of a horn blasts out. "Kriff, we are going to have the authorities on us in no time." She growls lowly and then is keying up the comm to ring her ship. "Get it ready, we are coming in hot. Scramble the ide--ENT!!" She slams into another speeder, slowing them down enough for the bike to catch up.
Eriu grips the wheel with white knuckles as her inability begins to show. "Steady...steady..." simple pep talk going up front as the biker comes alongside and shoots into the cabin of the speeder, narrowly missing Saturi as the blaster bolt goes right in front of her nose.
Sar has a bird's eye view and in the distance behind them he can see more bikes. Three more but they have catching up to do. The way Eriu is driving that should not be hard.
At the restort....
BLAM BLAM
Statement shots. Those who hear them go still and look around, a few people rising to their feet ready to become a chaotic mess of crazy. But no sign of a gun man can be seen - yet. Muri gets a very confused and concerned server in front of her. "What was that?" The act is gone and the young woman turns to run and head for what the workers likely know as a secure area.
Yan catches the criminals off guard. Stunning them. Which likely catches him off guard to some degree. They fall to the ground in heaps leaving the guards to stare, surprised by the outcome as they fumble to pull their weapons, buying Yan some precious moments.
B'haav takes a kick to the ribs, very-much wishing to more intentionally kick the Shistavanen... But he can't. There's an unconscious Mirialan on top of him. And what seems to be a Pantoran on top of *him*. Pinned as such, with a diamond case digging into his ribs, B'haav resorts to what he knows best: talking. The Balosar digs out his datapad, narrowly avoiding the vibrodagger in the same pocket. "I'm going to see about getting some cover for our escape!" With a few quick taps, he's holding the device close to his ear.
"Yes, Lok? No, of course that's you. Not me. B'haav. B'haav Adasta. Yes, THAT B'haav Ad- How many do you kn-" A sigh. "Doesn't matter. Lok, we're in town. The whole crew. Bit of trouble. Coming up on this resort, you have good ears you may hear the blaster fire or speeders... Can you all load up, scramble this way... Make a little mess so we can make good for the starport?" There's a longer pause, and then a longer sigh. "Please, Lok Muri, most virile of the Ibhann'i, you're our only hope..." One more pause. "Alright. Thank you. Please hurry." The datapad is dropped for the moment.
"Muris are coming. They'll cover our escape, just have to hold it together until then!" The Balosar sounds both hopeful and... So weary.
It's a lot going on at once. Being in a moving unstable speeder is not helping. He yelps and lets go of the side of the speeder just before EJ sideswipes that side into traffic. He instinctively counts fingers immediately afterwards and rights himself, trying to steady his shot. "The good news is they can't shoot us with your maniacal driving. The bad news is I can't shoot them either!"
The speeder flight path steadies, Kaavenn's first shot misjudges a zag instead of a zig. The second lands on target and at least unstables the other speeder. "That's a little better." It is only then Kaavenn can turn his head and look AT B'haav. "Most virile, huh? So you FINALLY took my advice? I'm happy for you, is he nice?" Kaavenn doesn't wait for a response, he turns his eyes back to the action. Possibly unwisely.
[ Netep Muri (Muri)]
BLAM BLAM.
'What was that?'
"Oblivyn." What? No. "S--" aaaaand the server is gone. Brains AND beauty...full package, right there, which is more than can be said about Netep Muri for this long minute or two as she stands there looking dumb, piecing together the riddle that really IS elementary, but the smrt portion of her brain was temporarily hijacked by...nevermind. Silk fled. He needed a ride to flee. What was it Yan had wandered off to do again? Is the timing of this BLAM BLAM a coincidence? Maybe! Maybe, but...
No, no it surely isn't.
"Skrag," Netep hisses and bolts her way back through the doors, then on through another set of ins and outs to locate that parking area. Still clutching her glass of murky, melty iceballs like a lifeline. Also, backup weapon? The pistol on her hip isn't drawn yet. "YAAAAAAN!?!?" Like it's a game of blind-guy-seek and he'll just holler back to magically reveal his continued existence.
Meanwhile, in the grungy fresher of Ethra Brewing, Lok Muri is zipping up his nether leathers to the tune of a cheery *ping* demanding his attention. The datapad is located after the eighth ping - it fell down there? Gosh, that was a close call. Dusting it off, the 40 yr old accident presses it to HIS ear and saunters his way out, into the noisy establishment.
He's grinning from ear to ear by the time he exits into the street and eyes his transport options. "Mess I can do, min larel," he purrs into the 'pad, then disconnects and trots over to his chosen chariot of the hour. It's a *very* nice bike - the sort that people with more money than brains heap all the bells and whistles onto, but forget to include upgraded security measures in the mods. Which is why hhe's sullying it now with his cooties. Paws all over it, eyes watching the entrance to Ethra like a hawk, waiting for --- YUP, that looks like the bloke. "OY!" Lok shouts, grin grinning wider still, twisting the scarred half of his face. "Thanks fer the lift, hey?" All his pawing pays off and the rig roars to life, swerves messily in reverse, swiping another swoop as it goes-WHOOPS. Make that two. Ho boy.
Not two minutes later, there is a trio of speeder bikes gunning it toward the resort. Leading the pack is none other than the most virile of all the Muris. Behind him, the irate owner of his pilfered ride and one of that guy's friends. Or maybe the owner of the swiped spe--y'know? It doesn't matter. The point is, he's made a mess and he's leading that mess right toward B'haav's mess, where the two messes shall collide. Hopefully in a helpful, not harmful fashion. Remains to be seen!
Yan snapped from goofy to focused, befitting his occasionally nasty case of Protagonist Syndrome. He spun the Bryar around, slapping the archaic hammer on the back (badly, Yan was not good with fine motions when in combat) to cock it before loosening another stun bolt almost by breathing. Another BLAM, another blue bolt into one of the Silk guards. The next shot was just as precise, Yan pivoting targets to make sure all of them were off balance. Survival instincts! "Just fall over, and please tell me there's no more of you! I do not want to get shot in this shirt while wearing socks and sandals!"
Tucking his blaster pistol back into its holster, Sar kicks his jetpack thrusters into high gear once more and sets himself on a b-line straight towards the trio of incoming speeder bikes trying to catch up to the Shadowportians.
Flying real low, Sar's tapping into that Corellian daredevil heritage and whipping himself around traffic, obstacles, weird neon signs of Twi'lek women in questionable positions, etc.
Eventually, he catches up to the left-most speeder bike pursuer and turns his head to get a good look at the man. The goon stares back at him in disbelief. "Dummy. Gotta watch the road," Sar offers as sage advice before he reaches across the man and grabs the right bike handle. He yanks it hard right and sends the poor guy on a collision course with one of his friends.
Eriussa is cursing below her breath, as if it might help steady her hand. They are hard to miss considering that they are not really staying in traffic. With the resort just ahead, she turns hovercar hard and slams on the airbreaks which sends them in a complete 360 and angling inwards, like she might carry them into the lobby of the resort. They manage to come to halt with a litany of screams from various patrons.
Over the comms she calls out. <<"GET TO THE FRONT! WE ARE WAITING ON YOU!">> Meaning everyone inside the resort. <<Yan, Muri....Naia, hurry up." Means its going to get more cramped but they can make it work.
She readies the car, turning it so they can gun it when the rest get in. "Kaavenn keep us covered, B'haav watch out for authorities...." she says, which of course she has right to believe they would be. The one speeder bike still somewhat working coming in behind them slows and the rider is hopping off to begin shooting. A blaster bolt pings onto the dash just above Eriu's hands as she ducks down. "KRIFF!"
Yan is a rather intimidating figure, socks, sandals and all. They are left staring at him, half dazed but make no move to follow. They definitely do not get paid enough. "You look like a bum..." one of them manages, staring at what he wears before sliding down in the seat with a growing headache.
Ahhhh but for where go the Muris go chaos. And that is what shows up aiming to help hold any authorities off as well as questionable figures. Backup has arrived. Cowboys of the most sci fi order. Can't even wash their hands before they do a job. Roughing it out here on the rim.
Sar however has other ideas. Why wait when you can take care of the problem that is inbound. His clever tactic though also stupid and dangerous works. He rams one of the bikes into the other two, steering it right into their path so that the resulting mess is going to be an interesting one to get out of. Metal screeches, bikes tumble and bodies go flying. A glorious explosion follows when a bike impacts a building and there are horns and cries of surprise and horror. Shadowport is certainly leaving wreckage in their wake.
B'haav Adasta
B'haav kicks at the Shistavanen once more as he slowly struggles out from beneath the sleepy-time Shadowport pile. "The man has a few dozen children, he shoots better than you've been today, one might say." Is that a yes or no? Not really. The Balosar didn't even connect, just sort of thumped the seat beneath the Wolf of Chume'Dan. Steel-grey eyes are peeled as he braces against the seats in front... THERE! The plastoid armor of the Socorran security force, jogging through the black-sand streets. "I'm on it, Eriu Jynx." B'haav stands straighter, waving to the forces.
"You have to help us! We were caught in the crossfire between a gang of thugs and a mob of miscreants, and some of ours have been shot! We're tryign to get out of here with our lives!" He points to the attacking mob guard on foot. "SEE? You have to help us!"
Jostle. Jostle. Faceplant! Kaavenn needs a moment to shake his head and blink it off. "Next time, we get a droid getaway driver!" It's not his most effective retort, it's all he can do because. Well. Brain Go Bonk. "Yes, yes I'll shoot them." Kaavenn ignores the little gizkas briefly dancing around his head and field of view and forces himself to focus on the goon coming up at them.
There's a grumbling grunt as B'haav kicks him, no immediate retort. Even the Shistavanen knows he had that one coming. No wait. "So when I do meet him? Is he handsome? Only the best for my buddy B'haav." The E-14 comes on up, and he snaps off a shot. It's solid.... and attention getting. The incendiary ammunition making for a guard-torch after all.... this probably doesn't help B'haav with the getting forces to help them thing.
If he was a great brother, he'd have inquired as to the current status of his baby sister's wellbeing, which...he didn't. Great brother he is not, but good brother? Lok tries. He really does.
The mobile Muri trashfire is closing in on the Shadowportian's diamond danger, just in time to witness the fiery BOOM of a building ramming a speeder bike. Lok crows victoriously like he's somehow played a part in that Yavok havoc, which he most certainly did not. Won't keep the man from taking credit later, naturally, when in the company of fine beverage and familiar women. "ADASTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..." he cries as he blurs by the ride that Eriussa has just slammed to a halt. Lok banks a hard right, zooming ninety degrees from the chaos and away, to skirt 'round a building across the street. The angry company he's accrued follows, undistracted by the horrific crash.
"....OVE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU...." he's cut back across the street, narrowing evading what little traffic is still bold enough to drive by this shavit show. Cuts back AND behind the goon who's shooting on foot. Disappears into an alley. One of the two Ethra-originate bikes is still behind him. "...LEPT W'MY----" OH SKRAG.
Who put that compactor there?
There's another resounding boom, this one down the alley, from which Lok's stolen ride does not reappear. Lok, on the otherhand....is gimping his way hurriedly along. Half his backside is exposed, clear down to the adipose tissue which you KNOW has got to hurt, but he's hyped on adrenaline now, so isn't gonna think twice about tackling the grounded goon. Or try to. It might actually not play out as well as he'd envisioned in his head, surprise was NOT on his side, except then, a spot of 'guld domina', one might say! The perceived baddy is obliterated right before his eyes! Right...right INto his eyes, actually, some, does he still have eyebrows? Ew, geez. Lok stumbles out of his pre-lunge lunges, face squinched up with a clear emote of disgust. Or pain. Both? Both. "AAAGgGH..." he's starting to feel the road rash now. Only the best of impressions for Kaaven.
<<"I'll catch up with you later, if Yan's--I don't know where he is, I mean I've got a decent idea, but I'm still heading there now and---">> She listens intently for a moment, not hearing any more blaster fire which could be good but also bad. <<"I'll be fine. Worse case, I hide out past the city gates for a few days, but don't think anyone's pegged me for an issue yet so...paaaaaasssss....? I mean unless you need another driver, is everyone okay?">> Netep responds to the overcrowded escape ride offer, blissfully unaware of her brother's involvement thus far. Or of Khalim's demise. Or of Yan's survival, but she'll find that out soon enough!
Yan raised a finger in indignation, sputtered some nonsense, and finally concluded with "...you are NOT wrong!" Then he noted that the escape ride was here, and like any idiot wearing a bright yellow shirt and obnoxious glasses over shorts and sandals with socks, took off running.
Then he realized he was still carrying a very large gun. Into the waistband, under the shirt it went, and now he had to worry about blowing his Little Yan off. FUN.
"Sithspitsithspitsithspitsithspitsithspit..." was the chant of madness as the short fat smuggler padded out of the parking garage, making FLOPFLOPFLOP sounds as he went. Eventually there was a SCRAPE, then a FLOP, then an "Ah my sandal!" Stopping to turn around and pick it up, he felt his stomach press into the hammer of the Bryar and snatched the footwear as fast as he could. One sock, one sandal, and an expression of absolute terror as Yan made it to the escape vehicle.
"Next time, I make the plan!"
With that all sorted, Sar rockets off into the sky, headed towards the spaceport. <<"Will get the Jawa prepped and ready. Don't make me wait,">> he comms to the others, zipping out of the way of an incoming freighter and really wishing he'd left his in-helmet recorder on for when he killed those three bikers with each other. That's going in the journal, for sure.
"What are you wearing?!" Eriu remarks, staring at Yan as he enters. There is an explosion behind them, thanks to Sar and that gives their driver a start. "Kriff. Muri ....she is going to be okay. I think. Her people are here but we need to get off planet." Muri has blended in well enough. Eriussa makes sure they are all in and basically looks to Lok, now speckled with...gore or bit of goon. Whatever it is she grimaces and wrinkles her nose.
"OI! We are going! There may be more, Muri is inside!" She calls out.
She suspects Lok is a Muri.
Suspects.
Once they are all secure seh bascially dusts the authorities, turning hard to send the hovercar into a right angle from where it had been. "HANG ON!" She guns it then, stowing her disgust of what Yan wears in that moment. They have an unconscious passenger and there are places to be. Mainly a spaceport where the Majestic waits with a small Hapan crew, engines primed and clearance to take off given.
"HEre we go!" She hits the throttle and the hovercar lurches up and forward. This is the skin of their teeth sort of deal and as the sirens sound out and draw closer, she does not look back. Diamonds....pretty glittering diamonds. Worth even socks and flipflops.
