Log:The Shadowport: The Hapan-ing: EJ Get Your Gun
King and EJ go hunting. The Duchess really should have a gun.
OOC Date: November 30, 2020
Location: Warehouse - Hapes
Participants: The Shadowport, Eriu Jynx, King
Its a matter of taking the time to snip back the layers of deceit and lying in the servants quarters as well as their new found ally in Jyri that allows King and Eriu enough information to bring them to where they are. A warehouse district with some residences not so far away. Not really the best side of town but where did they expect turncoat servants to live, let alone the epicenter of the problem - at least in this corner of Jynell.
Armor. Eriu wears that now when she rarely if ever does. Duchess on open streets and her house falling is a prime target for the opposition. Power hungry noble Hapans.
She glances aside at King, her hair in a tight braid down her back as she gives him a nod. "Thoughts..how should we enter?" A few of the side doors are open, light is spilling out but the late approaching storm is finally here and the evening is filling with the sound of pattering rain.
The low rumble after a lightning flash means the worst of it is just on the horizon and great cover for anyone approaching their target.
"You sure you want to be a part of this?" King asks, cranking the lever of his cycler rifle down and up, locking a slug into place. "Not that you aren't suited for it, of course. Just don't want you getting in trouble for what's likely to happen on the other side of those doors," he notes, looking over to her. He's pretty sure he knows her answer already, so he just looks back to the building. "Figure we just kick the door down and do what we gotta do. They aren't well-organized, as far as I could tell by the look of 'em, so as long as we get the drop on 'em, it should go our way," he says, tipping his hat back so that the rain will be more likely to drip off of the back of it.
"My people, my house...my trouble. Besides, they won't know its me." That easy smile quickly disappears behind the helmet she drops on her head, sealing it closed atop the neck seal of the armor. <"There. I am just a hired mercenary. Names Veers."> She'd wink but that would not come across.
<"Very well, lets do that. I hate knocking anyways."> The modulated tone of her voice is broken enough to make it hard to identify her by voice. She steps forward, rain glancing off her armor as she draws up her arm with an interface. <"I admit that without the right equipment I can't do much but I can cut off communication just in case they decide to call in reinforcements or warn them. We want this quick..at your lead.">
Whatever she does is quick and fingers glide over the surface of the input pad. It beeps red at her and she curses below her breath before the second try the lights gutter around the building and there is the sound of power going down. <"Enough light to shoot by.."> she's right, city lights give enough ambiance. <"But not enough for them to use anything electronic.">
"Nice to meet you, Veers," King answers back to her with a smirk, tipping his hat to his 'new' companion. His old-timey, curved-stocked rifle is tucked in tight against his body and he's moving forward, stacking up against one of the doors, and checking his surroundings. Things seem clear and quiet enough, so King reaches back and gives EJ a slap on the nearest appendage he can. He steps out and lines up with the door before he gives it a quick kick with those heavy armored boots of his. It's enough to do the job, by the door remains on its hinger, just buckling enough for them to get inside.
There's a whole mess of them inside, but they aren't expecting the company. Honestly, /most/ people don't expect a space cowboy to kick their door in, so they can't be judged too harshly for it. King's rifle is leveled and the trigger is pulled, sending a slug straight into one of the dissenter's mid-sections. The lever is racked again, and another shot pops off, nearly taking the leg off of another before he's stepping inside, clearing the way for EJ.
Stars in hand now that King is leading, it gives her a moment to move from hacking the power to preparing to engage. The slap draws her attention and a swift nod with no words to follow has her moving in relative quiet behind him. She stands at his back, watching behind them as he makes his grand entrance and lights up the place in ways the current occupants are not likely found of.
As he clears the door in she steps and does not stop. One star flung into a stunned figure slamming heavily into his shoulder and cutting a deep wound that starts to bleed profusely. It will the second start that slams into his chest that sends him to his knees and the third is not far from the second's mark. He falls forward, landing on them as he joins the three that are down. Their numbers are starting to dwindle but they are trying to regroup. As caught off guard a they the returned fire is wide, immeasurably so save for one as Eriu tries to sweep and find cover. In doing so the blaster shot mean for her torso finds the side of her ass and she goes down cursing.
King gets two more shots off, downing another servant, and injuring a second one. Gunsmoke fills the room, and everybody's ears are ringing at the report of the slugthrower, but King manages to get out of the way of the blaster bolts pointed his way. "What's the story, Veers?" King asks, looking over at the downed woman. "You gonna make it?" he asks, chuckling just a bit to himself.
The bit of jesting in her direction brings up the presence of a middle finger and he likely will not see it. "<Bite my blasted ass, K.>" She does nto say anything more than that and nor does she give his name in such a place - who knows how many their really are. She is scooting up, trying to brace herself and because of the cover she's found behind some what she suspects are empty cartons she misses entirely. Blind throwing is definitely no help and the stars throw some sparks when they connect with metal but she quickly ducks back down to keep her cover.
The hail of fire back is not for her but rather the cowboy to her side. <"We need to try to keep one live."> Important bit of info.
"Not in that state, ma'am," King says, dipping behind a sofa that soaks up the bolts for him. He pops back up and drops two more before his rifle zeroes in on the last remaining healthy one. "I'm gonna need you to put that gun down, pard," he says, racking the lever of the rifle. as his long legs step onto and then over the couch. "We've got some questions, and I'm assuming that you've got the answers to some of, if not all, of them."
<"Not that state? Then in what state?"> Because EJ just has to ask. Two more starts make their mark and an injured figure goes down leaving one breathing in such a way that states he will likely survive the night.
The man faced with Eriu rising up from cover and a space cowboy demanding he disarm, he does just that. The gun clatters to the ground, his hands going up. "I give," he says.
That is until a blaster bolt takes him in his back and he collapses. Two rather heavily armored and armed figures stand at the back of the room. "What do we have here. I suggest you leave or we will help you leave. Leave without breath." Veers looks at K.
"That scorched backside is a bit too committed for my tastes, ma'am," King answers EJ before a blaster bolt snatches away his new friend. King's rifle swings towards the new assailants and a pair of slugs go sailing. One misses the tougher-looking of the two by a inch or two, but the second one catches them right in the gut. "Next time you get the drop on someone, use it," King offers, racking his rifle again. They don't need to know that he's only got two shots left.
A dry laugh escapes her through the modulated voice box of her helmet. <"Unfortunate but yes, it is very committed."> Eriu is about to stride over towards King when their captive goes down straight onto his face. One can almost sense her eyes trailing up the the distance to stare long and hard at the newcomers.
King's answer already has her moving and she is pulling her starts, fresh from her back where they are lined up ready in their small holders. The shots from his weapon our loud, annoyingly so but the adrenaline and rush of her heart pounding in her ears drowns it out. Clees is on King so she engages Devra who is looking like the stars might sneak in around the edges of her armor.
She manages a strike and as it digs in past the armor - Devra notices she's bleeding. "You little wench."
Shots fired.
Clees' attack isn't even close, and it's shame, really. King's response to the man's shot is not much more than a quick twitch of a few muscles, but they set in motion a slug of ridiculous size escaping the barrel of that rifle. It's a shot straight through his chest plate and to the heart, sending the man spilling back against the wall and dragging a long crimson streak down to the floor. "Drop the weapon and sit down," King says, his rifle now pointed square at Devra's head.
Devra hears the explosion of her comrade next to her. His chest just opening up the armor tearing. Viscera flies and over her, blood speckling her tanned skin and into her lustrous blonde hair. "What the ever living..." the tenor of her voice suggests fear even as she starts to aim.
The suggestion however stops her in her tracks and without a second thought. She glances bewteen them as EJ is holding the wound that appeared in her chest. Its smoking and she is breathing heavily as she works through the pain.
<"Listen to him.."> Because she doesn't want to get shot again. All has gone quiet save for that moment of indecision before Devra lowers her gun, drops it. Her hands lift go behind her head and she drops to her knees.
King steps forward and kicks the gun out of Devra's reach before he casts a look back to EJ. She's a little banged up, but it's nothing their saucy squid lady can't fix. King's rifle is leaned against the wall and he squats down in front of Devra, giving her a long look. "I'm gonna need you to go ahead and tell me what you got against House Jyrell. And do you know if Ilaina's single or if she's got any suitors or just...what her general deal is."
This is fine. Totally fine. Eriu grunts and steps closer, pressing a hand up near her left shoulder. She sucks in a breath and has yet to remove her helmet for reasons. <"We need to get her back. Lots of questions need to be had.">
But then the interrogation begins and Eriu's not about to stop it. She watches King, the visor slowly turning to pan over them both. Devra feels blood slide down her cheek and at this moment she's got no gumption to fight but she does spit at his feet.
"Bloat, cutting off the chaff. Duchess abandoned them and weakness deserves restoration into something new and something better."
The comment about Ilaina draws a modulated 'what' from EJ but Devra looks confused between them. "Lady Ilaina? She's not my business."
"Yeah, you're probably right. But the bloat is symptomatic of civilization. Ain't gonna fix it by throwing poor serving ladies down the stairs," King says, frowning at the woman.
"We /do/ need to get out of here, though," King says, nodding to EJ and dragging Devra up by an arm, his free hand snatching his rifle up. "Authorities'll probably be here before too long, and we need to get you to a doctor," King says, nodding his head to EJ.
