Log:The Shadowport: That's Not How I Remember It
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OOC Date: November 17, 2019
Location: Jygat City, Mygeeto
Participants: The Shadowport: Mujiji, Liz'diot, Kaavenn, Ora, and Zhu Yan as GM.
The short story: Listen to this while you read: https://youtu.be/n7BLGt0wU48
The long story:
[20:29:26|Zhu Yan]
JYGAT GALLERIA AND FINE WORKS - MYGEETO
One hour, seven minutes into the robbery
"Somebody seal the hatch!" erupted Zhu Yan, ignoring the warning klaxons from his ship and the raid sirens blaring across Jygat City as he absolutely full-body legged it towards the cockpit. He borderline-vaulted over the copilot's seat to get into the one in front. Engines whined into life far faster than normal procedure (probably because Yan had long since lost the preflight computer) and the Redline pulled itself off the ground.
Boy, was today not a good day. The milk run had, through circumstances, gone so bad you couldn't even poison Oozlevort with it. Numbers unaccounted for were present at the Galleria, and they had known Yan's crew was coming. The only way out, now, was through the complicated tunnel system that made up Jygat City's hangar systems. That meant a furious flight. Of course the escape wasn't so easy. Lifting up about twenty feet, the ship abruptly came to a screeching juddering halt as it fell into the grip of a tractor beam, the emitter winking tauntingly at the other side of the hangar like a schutta for anyone with a bit of skill shooting very big guns or the ability to get into the hangar security systems.
And taking that out wasn't going to be easy! For the rest of the Shadowportians that had followed Yan aboard the Redline, trouble was afoot! Their mad escape had not been without pursuit. A pair of individuals in hard-shell black armour with face-concealing helmets had reached the ramp before takeoff! Onboard they came, wielding what looked like old-timey law enforcement batons and ignoring the small sub-machine weaponry in their holsters. IT WAS TIME TO FITE AND FLITE.
[20:34:43|Mujiji]
Bringing an explosives expert to a robbery is a good idea! Having one on board the ship now that they are trying to flee, however.... Well, it's a good thing Mujiji has a gun, too.
But keep an eye on those willpower rolls.
As soon as they were boarded, Jiji ripped a cover from a vent and crawled inside it, pulling it clumsily shut behind her. There's a rat in the walls!
[20:37:34|Liz'diot]
You see, when Yan and the others were off storming the castle and getting fine loots from what ever financial eestablishment they were ripping off this week, Liz'diot THE OMNISCIENT(TM) had decided to stay on board the Redline incase they needed any remote computer prowess... also he was a stone cold coward.
"YASSSSSS!" he shouted, beinhd the closed door of the refresher. A slapping noise heard under the splashing roar of falling water. "BUSTY TWI'LEK's YASSSSSS!" This horrible disturbing sound continued even as Zhu Yan ran past, right up unti lthe ship shuttered and Kalaxons rang true.
THe Depraved Bith in question bursted forth, wearing a hair net of his very fake hair, a loofa in hand stuck to a plastic stick, A towel wrapped around his lower half. He was still soaking wet. "ZHU YAN, You DISPICABLE insufferable CAD of a HUMON, filth ridden Fetid poopy booby head! What have you done!"
Holding his towel in place, raising the lofa like a weapon, he walked his cbernetic legs towards the bridge, bringing up a console or two for a systems check.
[20:47:50|Kaavenn]
Work for me, she said. It'll be fun, she said. Do it or I'll have you killed, she said! Kaavenn's deal with EJ just keeps gettin' worse all the time! He's almost winded, trying to snipe down chasing swoops, as well as make it back to not being left behind simultaneously is a little rough. He'd slapped the hatch control on the way by, he's trying to let his legs walk it down now before cramping happ- everything goes into a new shuddering point of view for the Shistavanen Assassin. The rifle of his trade slung over his back.
He bounces down the cooridor a few steps and has a moment to ask in confusion. "Wait, we could have had Busty Twi'leks?!" He sounds as indignant as he is confused. Half a moment later he is upset, a half-naked towel Liz'diot is too much sober.
He hears bootsteps behind him, and keeps moving ducking into the side corridor. He's plucking for the helmet clippped behind him, uncertain how high up the maniac in the pilots chair got them. He's clicking into their operating frequency as he works to secure the helmet. <<"I'm going up top with a brilliant idea.">> Kaavenn is heading for the Redlines tophatch, while pulling the rifle off it's sling into one hand to climb.
What can possibly go wrong?
[20:50:52|Ora]
This was Ora-babies first official run with the Shadowport group, and in no daydream or nightmare was it an actual RUN. But here she was, running for her life, arms pumping at her sides up that ramp, "I GOT THE HATCH!" Yelled out as she skidded across plating, unfamiliar with the ship which means actually closing said hatch meant figuring out where the controls were, which allowed TWO INFILTRATORS TO GET ON, "I almost got the hatch."
To herself, beads of sweat populating brown skin as she furiously mashed a palm down on the 'close' function, breathing heavily, gaze wildly roaming, "We got boarders!!" Look. How. Helpful. She. Is. And she's locked the enemy on board with them. Oh, oh. She's too young for this. A shudder as the tractor beam catches them has Ora launching forwards into the hull wall beside the controls for the hatch, and then back onto her arse, stunning her briefly, "Oh crap ..."
Curling up into a seated position she checks her side, "Uh ..I'll ..." And there she is. Set in place with two guys, "Oh hey. Um." Looks like Ora has no choice but to engage, "Rules of engagement say you have to let me stand up and like, be ready to dance, so ..." Ever so purposefully she leans onto one side to push up to a stand, hand going to her sword and nodding, "Gentle folks rules ..." Okay, a nod, "Let's dance." First day on the job and she gun die.
[21:03:16|Zhu Yan]
ORA & MUJIJI:
The two Helljumpers moved like a well-oiled team. The corridors and open areas of the Redline were tight, uncomfortable, and not really the best place to get into a fistfight because there was no room to maneuver. That bought Ora time. The initial attacks from the Helljumper with Sergeant pips were probing strikes with the baton to get a feel of where Ora stood and how she moved, sizing her up, the Corporal readying himself to abruptly tag in. They shuddered when the ship shuddered, holding on to the curved and really strangely designed squishy walls that seemed to be part of the YT-series makeup. Maybe for times like this. Behind Ora was the cargo bay if space was needed, and to her side was the arena of the common area, in which a certain action hero could find over a thousand things with which to kill a man, including the room itself.
KAAVENN:
Ah, fresh air! Not. The sirens out here are loud. LOUD. The tractor beam emitter sits, humming invitingly, as soldiers in more standard security-style armour ready carbines and blaster pistols and... that one has an E-Web. That might hurt. One of them had seen the Shista emerging from the top hatch, pointed, and started shouting something into the din that was almost imperceptible, but still easy enough to interpret as, "Shoot him, shoot him!"
YAN & LIZ'DIOT:
"Look, anything you can do to get that tractor beam out of commission, or that E-Web is going to chew through our shields faster than you can apologize to EJ," rambled Yan as he fought the controls of the Redline, desperately keeping the ship in one piece and one place as the tractor tightened its grip over their only means of escape. "Not only that, they're going to be sending pursuit. Get into whatever the frack you can, early warning, police despatcher, military tac-net, hell, even a weather channel and get us some eyes and ears on what's coming for us. Or shut it all down. You're the Bith, you do it!"
The Redline groaned painfully and shots started plinking off the shields. Whatever had gone down in that gallery, Mygeeto and whoever these two Helljumpers were wanted them /dead/.
[21:07:55|Mujiji]
In the walls, yes, none will find her here... None will hear her... None will smell her... None will - she watches the two-on-one v. Ora, waiting for an opening...
PEW
The blaster bolt fires out of the ventilation shaft cover, burning a hole through the cover, and through the corporal's ankle. The second tears through whatever else came into view at that moment, and the murder rabbit is free to leap back out of the vent shaft. "I like how that room looks." She grins past Ora, towards cargo. "Ya wanna keep playin', friend?" She asks the corporal, preparing another shot.
[21:14:58|Liz'diot]
Liz glares at Zhu Yan, "You're the one doing the spologizing, not me..." He sits down at the ships main computer and gurmbles, "Silly Painted whore..." Said under his breath. He flips a switch here, types in a sparsed command there. Green lights flash and all of a sudden he's in the system. "I'm in the system... give me about five more seconds and this insignificant FOOL will be in our backwash. Such Primitive coding."
[21:27:53|Kaavenn]
Rushing air, loud noises, and that nice big humming targ- IS THAT AN E-WEB?! Kaavenn suddenly could care less about the emitter for the time being, especially as he's being gestured at in an articulated ancient sign language knows as 'Shoot him! Shoot him!', Kaavenn's totally not a fan. <<"That's a kriffing E-Web!!">> Somethings are worth breaking professional silence for. He's definitely too sober for all this.
Kaavenn has to whip himself around to the side bringing up the Sniper rifle in a hurry. He prides himself on being a natural born Sniper, he can free sight, iron sight and simple scope it. It's rare he thumbs the stud that activates the targeting stud... he mashes the hell out of it. It's not like he's been trying to hide, he's already spotted. He hooks his ankle on the ladder to stabilize himself and a shift of shoulders. The scope locks on a half breath after he's put the crosshairs where he wants them, it runs it's calculations for the wind conditions, and the cross hair shifts in the scope. His shoulder twitches in response and centering once more. A squeeze of the trigger and E-Web goon doesn't even have a chance to regret life decisions, his head is missing.
[21:29:32|Ora]
Ora is so out of her element. Ora is used to doin' the dew with willing combatants, people taking the time to train with her -- blah blah blah, whatever excuse she can come up with mentally to later regale Zhu and King with for the disappointing performance she's anticipating, "You guys aren't talkers, okay, yeah no, that's cool, the ..big strong silent types, I gotchu. I'm a babbler, so .." Both hands come too grip the handle of the sword as she backs up, the sudden shot coming in through the ventilation shaft causing her to briefly freeze, double-chin created as she juts her head back as if the movement could keep the shot from hitting her and watches the murder fluff pounce out, "Murder rabbit."
Breathed out with some deference, big multi-colored eyes widening a little more as she uses the distraction to slash at the Sergeant to try and snag an arm, or a chest piece, finding one hit, a second slice of the sword going wide and streaking into the cooridor wall angrily with a hiss, "I like that space, too!" Decided as she follows the verbal direction of Mujiji with a few scuttling backwards step to the cargo bay, intent on staying with the lucky rabbit footed fluffer.
[21:44:42|Zhu Yan]
YAN & LIZ'DIOT:
The Redline's groans were increasing in pitch and a red warning light started flashing in the cockpit. "That tractor beam needs to go, the shields can't handle much more of this!" The freighter started to shake. She started to shimmy. She started to shudder! It's not good but at least she's not beginning to crack up! "Strap in!" Because Yan was starting to get thrown around in his seat! The main computer, despite the Redline suddenly becoming about as stable as a freight train that just fell off a cliff, reported bluntly to Liz that, yes, the tractor beam was on the security subnet, and fighters were being scrambled on the surface to intercept. Controls were presented over much of the city's security systems, almost a playground for a cheeky hacker like the Bith with a death with.
KAAVENN:
The E-Web tried to take a potshot at Kaavenn.
it mist.
Return fire was harsh, one bolt came close enough to give Kaavenn a bit of a rough time through the armour, but at least that murderous E-Web had been taken out of commission. Against all odds, the Shistavanen was able to maintain his grip in the hatch, not slipping back down into the Redline or slipping out and falling off it. That would be bad.
ORA & MUJIJI:
The fight tumbled into the sadly empty cargo bay as the Redline shook itself silly. This was supposed to be full of ART, not nothing! "Sithspawn!" was the hissing-through-filter voice of the corporal, lacking the added discipline of the sergeant who wisely kept his mouth shut aside from the huffs of exertion. And the grunt of pain when he suddenly found a sword, of all things, going through his torso plate. "Split them up, take the rabbit!" Okay now the sergeant talked, with that voice of command and grumpiness and I'm-not-hurting-honest. His baton swung with precision against Ora's guard but failed to batter it aside, similarly as the corporal played the world's most horrible game of whack-a-mole against the murder rabbit that was Mujiji.
[21:49:09|Mujiji]
"Murder person." Mujiji greets back, firing off a quick salute and keeping hot on Ora's heels. This is going well! So well, that is, until: get the rabbit. The rabbit? Oh, that's her. Mujiji snarls, spinning about and searching for a place of cover - anything! That box would do! But as she leapt for it, the ship began its shaking, and it tumbled onto its side, revealing her intended point of egress with a violent clatter.
"Um. Hi!" Mujiji raises her blaster.
[22:10:27|Liz'diot]
"Oh they're sending fighters! EXCELLENT!" Liz'siot exclaims as his lanky long creepy fingers type so fast against the keyborad that smoke might as well be coming off them.
No that was actually just the processor on fire from the overclocking the Bith was doing on the central computer of the dodgiest YT-2000 ever to come off the CEC production line.
"AHHHH!" He screamed as the computer keyboard bursts into flame. "YAN GET THE FIRE RETARDANT..." There was a pause before the Bith laughed. "Haha, Retardant... like you, YAN... get it? You dumb pathetic HUMON."
The monitor goes blank, sparking as the ship rocks. But it's a good kind of rock as now Yan can feel that the ship is free from the tractor beam.
Liz stand, holding his hands in the air, "I AM INVINCIBLE!"
Little did Liz know that the tractor beam wasn't his doing. It was Kaavenns. Yet, still the mad genious caused a bit of havoc. The ship beaming them started to lists to the side as the port thrusters starts to fire. Max thrust... without any way to stop it...
[22:13:34|Kaavenn]
At least Kaavenn doesn't transmit protesting being shot at and finally hit, especially as his upper left chest takes a little carbon scoring courtesy of a blaster bolt. He shifts around the ladder well, taking a moment to clip his Void Armor's harness to the top of the ladder. He's already got the rifle slung, the ship protesting was definitely noticed by Kaavenn. <<"Going for that emitter.">> Sometimes plans need to be shared. He's so rusty on running with a crew.
He pops up like a murderous jack in the box, only he's not aiming at the goons. He wants to, his craft screams for him to AMF a few more skulls. That and he's angry about being shot. And still sober. The EZ Snap comes up and he lances a shot right through the emitter right into it's bracket. Victor-
The great thing about clipping in armor harness' to a space ship, it prevents you from floating away into space. They're in atmo, gravity is still a thing when Kaavenn bounces off the hatch collar and xylophones down the ladder to slam onto his back. At least the rifle is in his hand still. But he's wheezing because the breath was knocked out of him. Inside his helmet is a muffled drawn out. "Owwwwwwwwwwww. I'm sorry I looked at your wifes ass..." He shakes away his dazed state and winces. At least did not transmit distractions.
He's too sober for this drek. What else can possibly go wrong? He's forgetting the part that Yan still has to rocket them out of atmo, and he's almost dangling from a ladder line with an open space hatch. Time to get back up. He tries to stand back up, gotta get that hatch shut.
[22:16:57|Ora]
"Aahahha." That's some nervous laughter as Ora is rammed into the cargo entry way, staggering steps taken back, "I ain't murdered no one in my /life/, bu-" Nope, no time to chat, because a baton is striking at her. Tensing up she'll keep her stance best she can, driving her sword up and into the chest cavity of the Sergeant to follow up on her last attack, eyes widening as her mouth drops open. This is her first kill. Mouth then circles into an oh of surprise, sudden worry snatching at her nerves like, like ..was she ..supposed to do that? Oh geeze, she's a murder person now. Yanking the sword back with a downwards swipe she holds her breath, jagged tendrils of hair gently brushing against her cheeks like a soft 'there there', or at least in her mind it feels like so.
Oh, but the rabbit needs help, Ora forcing herself out of her shocked reverie to glance over at the corporal, sword raising up just in time to get swept off her feet, Ora suddenly finding herself on her back and HARD, air wooshing out of her lungs to leave her gasping as she clutches bloodied sword to her chest, blunt edge of blade against her cheek.
Is she dead?
She's dead, right?
Karma already came for her after her first kill. Sweet justice. Where's the air. AIR HER. GASP. Pieces of art and other bits tumble and swarm around her as she tries to catch her breath, wheeze-gasping in, one foot coming up to kick out to try to gain some footing. While on her back. SHE CAN DO IT.
[22:21:49|Zhu Yan]
SNAP.
YAN:
The Redline vomited itself out of the hangar as though it had just been launched out of a slingshot. Yan's reactions were just too slow to stop it shield-pinging off the opposite tunnel wall like a pinball. Yan was thrashed about in his seat, and didn't give any due consideration to Ora, Mujiji, Kaavenn, or the stowaways they mentioned. And definitely none to Liz. "Right, we're going!" he shouted into the comm unit, and the Redline turned ninety degrees and went from zero to 165MGLT in the space of two seconds. FWOOM!
LIZ'DIOT:
Chaos. Lies and chaos. The tractor beam emitter mounted on the security vessel may have been taken apart by Kaavenn's well-placed shot, but it was Liz's drunken kungfoolery in their computer that made it think that it really, really, really needed to just drift a bit.
Into the wall.
Angrily.
"WARNING. REACTOR RUPTURE IMMINENT," were the last words out of the stricken ship's computer in the hangar before the empty space behind the Redline became occupied by fire.
BOOM.
KAAVENN:
A ladder to the face never really made anyone happy. The fact that there was now a FIREBALL chasing the ship? Less so. Shields were fantastic for blocking incoming fire but the heat of that was another thing entirely. That hatch needed to be closed pronto, chief!
ORA & MUJIJI:
The surviving Helljumper trooper stood his ground against all odds, but maybe didn't make the best tactical decisions. "Sarge!" he cried out, clearly and obviously shocked at the demise of his comrade and commander at the hands of the woman with the sword. There was another shout, anguish, rage, all the sorts of things that could clearly be dangerous were one empowered with the mysteries of the Force, but at the hands of a drop trooper it just made him sloppy. The baton spun in overhead strikes against Ora, landing no solid purchase, as the trooper attacked ferociously.
[22:23:50|Mujiji]
Inertia doesn't always favor the small, and the sudden SNAP of movement finds Mujiji's tiny body soaring from one end of the room to the other with a frightened 'EEEEE!'; she passes over Ora's reposed form as she goes sailing over. Freeze frame.
BONK.
The kushiban slowly slides down the opposite wall and comes to rest on the ground. She's knocked silly, her visision going double, then triple... All the while, trying to line up a shot on the corporal. Why is everything so difficult all of a sudden?
[22:28:08|Liz'diot]
Liz laughs as the Redline rockets forward. It echos through the entire ship. A wicked horrific and evil cackling that only a psychopathic egotistical self absorbed homocidal maniac with zero regard for sentiant life (other than his own) could muster. "DIE PITIFUL HUMONS! DIE!!!"
Liz'diot THE OMNISCIENT commanded it and so they died. Every... single... one... of... them. "You dared to defy my omnicience and now you have paid the ULTIMATE PRICE!"
FART!
Liz pooted, crunching forward his hand across his stomach, "OH no! the great reckoning is upon this Sixth Dimensional being. YAN! Pick your self up off the damn floor you imbicile and keep flying the ship!" Just who was in charge here? Liz waddled his way back towards the refresher, somehow unmaimed by the crazy rocking about and smashing into walll the ship is doing.
[22:37:18|Kaavenn]
He has to shake his head hard rapidly side to side. Right. Ladder. He scurries up it rapidly, and smacks the override. It only occurs to him afterwards... if he hadn't done that. He'd have himself a shiny new ship. Nah. No way Yan doesn't have overrides! Not to mention an Angry EJ to deal with. He ensures a hard seal happens before he has to contend with things blown out into his helmet on their way out into space when they break atmo completely. He does the ladder slide thing which looks amazing... but noone around to appreciated.
And he is still /SOBER/.
He unclips and starts down the hallway just in case he needs to gunshot someone with a large caliber blaster rifle. There's some buffetting of the ship that takes him a moment to process. <<"Did something just explode? I don't want to explode.">> Did he unclip too quickly?
[22:40:24|Ora]
"NAAAAAOOO." AIR. Ora can BREATHE. And she uses her first breath to scream out, not cutely like Mujiji's 'eeee', but a frantic screech as she raises her katana up and begins slice-chopping the air as the corporal tries to batter her while she's down. If you get in the way of the blade it's your own fault, right? CHOP, CHOP, CHOP, CHOP. Blood splatters all over her as she cuts an artery there, eviscerates a belly there, or was it a hip, it's all a flurry.
Grimacing she stops only when the body drops down and atop her, a heavy thud of dead flesh that she breathes beneath, cheek to cheek with her attacker, her own breath coming in quick panicked gasps, "Help." Her sword is impaled upon by the dude, so she can only move so much which is not at all, "Murder rabbit?" Softly, "Please." From within crates and beneath body. Heeelp, "He's leaking on me."
[22:41:21|Liz'diot]
Unspeakable graphic noises come from the refresher.
[22:43:42|Zhu Yan]
"I AM flying, you paste-faced MORON!" was the shout back towards the Bith from the irascible bejacketed Zhu Yan.
The Redline shot out of the hangar access tunnel with a POOT and a gout of flame behind it. The ship was never really in much danger, but the people inside could have had a nasty day of it. There was a reason atmo speed limits existed, and it wasn't just safety, it was so pursuit fighters could catch up. Yan's janky freighter was a hell of a ship. Flimsy, fragile, and likely to tear itself apart from flying at almost double what the local security forces could match. 100MGLT vs 165. Uninterceptable. "Are the boarders dead? Truss 'em up, put a pickup beacon on 'em, and throw 'em out the hatch once we reach orbit." Morbid. "They've been bugging me for years, maybe they'll get the hint." Well, maybe, Yan, you shouldn't have stolen their Baleen Freighter in the first place.
