Log:The Shadowport: The Hapan-ing: There's Laws Against This

Skunkworks Team performs a raid that is definitely in violation of some sort of space Geneva Convention.

OOC Date: December 3, 2020
Location: House Bren, Hapes
Participants: The Shadowport: Rale, Sapphira, Liz'diot, Mujiji, Karr'roga, with special guest Ryo Odessa, and Zhu Yan as GM.

The short story: Yan swears like Hadrix, Rale nicks the silverware, Jiji brings down the house, Sapphira commits identity theft, Liz gets blackout (not drunk), Ryo goes on a KILLING SPREE, Karr misses the entire goddamn building.

The long story:

[20:17:33|Zhu Yan]
"Here, wear these earpieces, and get in character," Yan had said.

The brief for this job was simple. House Bren, an economic ziggurat of the Hapan political system, was a staunch ally of House Jynell. Almost feudally so. Therefore an attack against one was an attack against all, right? Well Zhu Yan, another staunch ally of House Jynell for... reasons, was about to launch an attack on House Bren in the name of Madam Vas, a crime lord of the most beautiful order who was suddenly turning tons of profit whenever the name Jynell came up. "So what we're doing is a basic false flag. Hitting our ally under the guise of our enemy. Now, Hapan politics being the sithspit that they are, said enemy is gonna deny it, and our ally is gonna go 'right they absolutely did it', because it's what they would do." It was all very In The Pale Moonlight sort of machinations and since it involved a betrayal it was right up Yan's alley. "Now remember, this is technically a war crime. I'm not sure if the rules are the same on Hapes as they are in the real galaxy," because this was clearly a theme park about good lookingness, "so whatever you do, don't get caught."

It was late outside, that sort of husky beautiful evening vibe owing to the stunning nebulae and low-hanging moons in the sky, another magnificent spectacle that served to piss Zhu Yan off no end about this planet. In the bed of the different unmarked hovervan were an assembled crew of not!Madam Vas's finest, parked out the front of a stunningly architected estate owned by some really rich and probably beautiful motherfrackers. The job was simple. Make some noise, kill some people, make it look real, then be 'forced' to retreat. Hit and fade under cover of... almost darkness. "Remember, you're working for Madam Vas," Yan was explaining, pulling the helmet down over his head to introduce that buzz, and adjusting the straps on his Mandalorian-issue jetpack. "So use the earpieces I gave you and use your codenames. Thanks to the taps we have on their communications, we know they're exact frequencies and that's just more proof. Also, go steal something. I dunno. Make it look real."


If tonight went well, it wouldn't be the assembled Jynellians on the back foot anymore.


[20:22:36|Ryo Odessa]
"Yeah sure, whatever. Great plan," Ryo says, idly waving a gun around in one hand while his other rests on his hip. He's dressed as a Stormtrooper of yore, though his scout armor has had a few minor alterations. Namely; it's a very obnoxious chrome, and a thin, whispy scarf of a shocking neon green has been secured around his neck. "Working for Matty Vorge, and we're killing House Jynell, it's so simple even Zhu Yan could do it," Ryo says, plucking his helmet up and sliding it down over his head.


[20:23:13|Rale]
Rale, his fur dyed pure white and bits of extensions glued to his ears to make his features a bit less recognizable, grins under the faceplate of his Suppressor armor, his good cheery odd and bright as he checks his Tracer one more time. For al his almost-bouncing-about enthusiasm, he is disassembling and reassembling the carbine with quick, efficient motions before checking the spare power cells in his belt, and the knife strapped there. "I swear, I don't know how this place has survived all these ages without just all killing each other, if it's this easy." The fact is might not really be this easy, and Yan is leading them in way over their heads? Doesn't even occur to him. Why would it? Yan is great, and totally trustworth in all things, clearly. Riding the high of the success of the last mission, he's clearly in a great mood.


[20:23:39|Sapphira]
Who is that frizzy-haired blonde humanoid with the scar on her face and the tattoo on her neck? It's Sapphira, code-named Peaches. "Do they keep jewelry here?" the former-redhead asks. It's kind of directed toward Yan, but could also be directed to anyone else here. "I could use some new earrings..." she notes. Her sidearm has been checked twice, three times. So now she's just been sitting, waiting. Only once Yan starts playing with his jet pack does she rise. "We can leave before you start kriffin' around with that thing, yeah?" Because Yan and fuel strapped to his back ... not good bed fellows.


[20:29:54|Liz'diot]
Get in Character? Liz'diot the OMNISCIENT was ALWAYS in Character. "YAAAASSSS, INDEED." He says swapping out his popadour wig for what could only be described as the stingly noodly head of a mop used for cleaning deck plating and floors. "READY!" Now he just looked like some weird homeless alien likely here as a slave. Well, he looked like that anyways. "It is I... Bing-Bingle Ding-Dingle the... the..." He seems to have some trouble. "Oh nevermind! You FOOLS, Take the K4 unit here. I shall remain in the speeder and interupt communications... or something."

YES OR SOMETHING! Whatch out!

The K4 unit armred with an A280 modified by the Bith steps out with the others and falls into step with them, silent and intimidating.

"Here... Translucent one." He pulls out seveal of those lliquid containers, like the ones she used on the mission with the Mandalorians, and handed them to Sap. "Very volitile. Be careful and aim well."


[20:32:41|Mujiji]
Where is Mujiji? She's not easily visible, given her current residence within Karr'oga's handbag. Her own disguise is as humiliating as any - a large, fluffy pink bow tied under her chin so that it flops atop her head. She's a pet - and does not miss a chance to diparrage this particular creative choice.

"It feels racist t'me. Does this feel racist to you?" She has demanded of her handler at least thrice. "Do you just have loose blowdarts floating around in here? Shiv - they're not poison are they, I think I knicked myself on one-off. Watch it!" Had she known that Liz was handing out explosives, the little psychopath would have been all /over/ it... As it is? She's jostled about in a purse wearing a ridiculous bow.


[20:33:56|Karr'roga]
A hulking figure in the van moves, and the whole fraggin' van moves. A step, and the whole van tilts, and at first one might assume some clunky form of battle-droid - but a taloned foot steps onto the ground and the van lurches, as uneven weight is distributed to the solid ground. Then the other. What is it?

It is covered, head to toe in blades that jutt out from the surface of its armor that sparks with electrical mis-wiring. The head covered in a durasteel helm shaped like a Hapanese dragon, even with the dorky mustache things made from braided wire.

But none of that seems important compared to the absolutely terrifying weapon in its clawed, bladed hands: A ship-eating E-Web. Papa Dragon is asleep. Karr'roga, is dead.

This terrible contraption formed from Zhu Yan's dreams of metal and mockery hisses to life, the helm's eyes glowing yellow it takes a clanking step forward. "Battle-Rrrrrex Online." The voice comes across from a speaker tied into the chest, and of course, the terrible growl of a Very Real Barabel underneith as the Warcrime Weapon begins to spool up with such speed and torque, leaves start to flutter away from Battle-Rex.

"Chieftain'sss Orderrrss received. Parameterssss: Kill. Rrraid Houssse Brrrren."

A snort of air, and the heavily armed Terrorbeast starts to move forward on the building.


[20:40:28|Zhu Yan]
"It's uncouth. They don't like uncouth. Ever wonder why we're not staying at the estate?" answered Yan to Rale.
To Sapphira, he said, "Yes, they're Hapan, I suggest you go grab them, makes it more real."
Then he turned to Ryo, and gave the clearly vajazzled man an impassive look. "Maybe better if you stay silent. They've probably got spice inside. There's your task. Go find it."
And now for the final note. "Remember, you encounter any trouble, you call for the retreat. As much as I wanna leave Ryo here, we all have to make it out alive."

With all the questions out of the way, Zhu Yan turned on the comm in his headset. "<<Okay. The Madam's asked us to keep it clean and simple,>>" was the slightly accented voice over the communications that was just far enough away from Yan's normal tone to let the buzzing do its job. "<<So get in and get out. Forget about the bodies, we're not getting paid to keep them alive.>>" Mission parameters of course defined loosely, because they were thugs and clearly unprofessional. Yan was the first to pop open the back of the uncomfortably groaning hovervan to let out the dandy, the batman, the thief, the droid, the rabbit, and the walking talking death metal album cover.

House Bren's estate is as breathtaking as Keanu Reeves' audience. At the front was am extremely ornate gate, with two guards, and a low wall that could honestly be vaulted over. Behind it was a building designed with dreams and staggering amounts of money. Someone who'd spent far too many years studying design and architecture had picked every brick, every strut of the small-ish compound. I say small-ish, it sat on enough land to make the surrounding buildings cry in impotence. The property itself was three-storeyed, with a couple of guards on the higher levels. Also, too many balconies for those with mad climb skills. Surrounding it were gardens. Beautiful flowers, a little pond with a beautiful gazebo, a small hedge maze, honestly it made Yan want to throw up.

"<<You know what you're here for, get moving!>>"


[20:47:32|Ryo Odessa]
"Right, you guys heard it. We're killing Lady Bren and stealing all of the spice, ok ka?" he says, lifting his hand and pressing his thumb and index finger together. A clicking of his tongue can also be heard, and it's a pretty safe bet that he's also winking.

The /very/ shiny man goes wandering up to the front gate and moves to drape an arm around a very concerned and confused guard. "Hey, man...how's it going? This House Bren?" he asks, his hand sorta kinda fumbling around, but managing to quietly draw the heavy blaster tucked through the back of his own belt. The barrel is pressed to the guard's leg and he pulls the trigger, sending an incendiary bolt through it and tearing the whole thing off before Ryo throws himself on the ground. COMBAT ROLL. His pistol is held straight up and he fires blind, accidently catching the second poor guard right through the GRUNDLE. Now he's super on fire.

FESTIAN CURSING.

Ryo's rolling along the ground, trying to avoid catching on fire while the two guards clutch their wounds and scream as the flames engulf them.


It's a stealth mission.


[20:51:52|Rale]
"Considering the original plan was for me to be the pet? Definitely racist, but still, rather me in your spot with my spirit animal Battle-Rex there." Rale chitters at the sight of the bow-laden Mujiji, if with a bit of sympathy before they roll out and pop the hatch, and the insane human is just firing madly. Welp, time to get to work! He hops out of the hovervan, taking immediate aim at one of the balcony guards and firing off a shot...That pulses out as a blue stun bolt. He curses in Squeaky Chadra-fan, surprised enough that his second shot is completely off the money and almost wings Ryo, really. Oops.


[20:58:49|Sapphira]
Sapphira takes the offering from the Hedonism-Bith, holding one up to the light to examine it. "Awwww," she says softly. "It's even my favorite color. This is better than earrings," she praises Liz'diot, lowering her now boring-brown eyes and smiling through the nasty scar on her face. "Thanks, Liz. I'll do you proud," she promises him. "And when I get back I'll have to see about knitting coazies for these..."
And then there's shooting, and killing, and everything that comes with that. Rather than enter the fray, "Peaches" fades into the shadows with her shadowsuit. No one sees her as she quietly fires an ascention line from her wrist-pistol, nor notices her as she ever-so-snekily ascends to the second floor.
That's where bedrooms are. And berooms are where jewelry boxes are kept.


[21:06:20|Liz'diot]
Liz powers up the screens, ALL THE SCREENS, like he was in said Keanu Reeve's film as the fat hacker guy who clearly needed to get laid. Instead he was sickly and skinny and just plain old creepy. "INDEED."

The green commands lines start scrolling and he starts typing at speeds that did not seem humanly possible. Suddenly the comm unit comes to life. <<"I am patching you through to their comms... so you might know where they're going and surprise tham. YAAAAAS">> The Bith informs his comrads.

The K4 unit moves with deadly efficiacy, almost on the level of an IG droid. It was certainly better than the much Dumber B1's Liz kept around. It raises the A280 and blasts the balcony where there are seemingly enemies. Deadly quiet dorid efficiancy. The Stuff of Nightmares.


[21:15:17|Mujiji]
From within the bag of the walking art installation, comes an angry (and adorable) face. "I suppose -" she asides to Rale as she gingerly picks a grenade from the heathenistic little pile that she's dragged into the purse with her and piled in her lap. "We can allays poo in their shoes - call it a 'political piece'." And with that, she rears back and flings the armed grenade at the wall. "FORE!" She shouts, a voice lost amid the concussive KRAKKOOOM! [21:17:27|Karr'roga]
The horrific amalgamation of Death, Barabel Music, Warfare and Zhu Yan's Spice-laden dreams continues to move step-by-step towards the gate. As Hapan men dies, it does not even comment. There's nothing to say about the weakness of Softskins, not when there's such a prime target before them.

To Tricks the Rabbit the Battle-Rex's voice comes to life: "Tricksss, Doom-Rabbit: Yesss. There are toxic dartsss within. Asss well as ordinance from the Madam."

The voice rises over comms: <<"BATTLE-REX IN PLACE...AUTHORIZATION REQUIRED FOR ASSAULT BEGIN. AUTHORIZATION GRANTED. ORDER: 69 AUTHORIZED.">

A taloned foot thrusts into the ground as the Battle-Rex pivots the E-Web against his armored thigh, position aimed at the building itself. The barrel twisting, spinning to life -- leaves and dust kick up, the E-Web's cooling lines begin to glow an ominous blue and Battle-Rex growls down at Tricksy the Doom-Rabbit, "Trrrrigger the fire-ssssuppression sysssstem." The trigger is pulled, and there's a lurch in the Battle-Rex's posture as the E-Web begins to sing a beautiful chorus of 'FRAG YOU ALL, DIE' - just after Tricksy Doom-Rabbits' grenade explodes, and in his excitement? Or piss-poor half-high Programming done by Zhu Yan: Battle-Rex fires off across the structure.


[21:24:32|Zhu Yan]
OUTSIDE:
The two gate guards never stood a chance. The antics of Ryobard Kaartinan Nascimento Odessa-do-Fest IV wound up with one guard without a leg to stand on, and the second one taking it right up main street. The balcony guards were slow to move, because honestly who's ever attacked this beautiful establishment, and the first one took a load right to the face. He was going to have the nastiest headache in the morning. The second one managed to hit his comm, and started shrieking "ATTACK! ATTACK! WE ARE UNDER AT-" before he took an impromptu trachaeotomy from the K4 Killer. Faced with sudden breathing difficulties (and living difficulties, come to think of it) he collapsed to the ground like a bag of tubers.

There was a WHOOSH through the sky, that was the dark armoured figure of Zhu Yan with his jetpack, gigantic sidearm in hand, as he streaked to the roof of the building. "<<Good. Let them fear,>>" came his rather menacing voice as he took up his own firing position.

Across the comms of House Bren, now patched into Madam Vas's communications circuit, came assorted cries of panic. Then, a stern voice, clearly female, asserted her dominance like a Mirialan mother at airport security. "Enough! We have intruders! Deal with them!" As if on cue, more guards started coming out on to the balconies. They packed in and took cover, hunting for targets.

And then the sky became day as the E-Web tore holes through everything. Windows. Crenellations. The gardens. A gazebo. A gazebo! Design students from across the galaxy are in tears as Battle-Rex's giant rifle makes a mockery of good taste and good aim everywhere.

SECOND FLOOR:
Through sheer luck, Sapphira wall-crawled herself up to an empty room. It was, however, a kitchen. So, good if you're hungry, not so much if you want that bling. Not that that bling is really a thing at the minute what with the absolute RAIN OF HELLFIRE going on outside. Bolts lance through the window, across the balcony, destroying and shattering windows and fine glassware and whatever snack Sap might have wanted. In between that, and the guards running around on the top floor trying to get to balconies to FIRE BACK at the insanity outside, she might be in for a rough time.


[21:28:49|Ryo Odessa]
COMBAT ROLL. Ryo doesn't get through the gate, because there's a lot of guards over there, now. He, like a smart and very handsome person, throws himself behind the vaultable half-wall, his bulky, macroscoped handcannon peeking up over the top of it to take pot shots. One of the orange-hued bolts smacks into a very handsome shrubbery, setting it ablaze. The second catches one of the incoming soldiers in the chest, doing the same.

"Horst Mbasi sends his /warmest/ regards!" he shouts, cackling shortly thereafter as only someone already rolling on a ridiculous amount of spice can.


[21:29:43|Rale]
"Oh, High artwork! And who says hired guns have no class?" Rale looks positively enamored as Mujiji lays waste to the wall of the estate. He has no time for trying to chat up anyone though, as suddenly Battle-Rex is on duty, and he zig-zags across the grounds in bounding, scampering motions, his tiny size and light-absorbing armor making him nothing more than flashes of motion easily lost. He snatches handholds out of the holes Battle-Rex is putting in the building, heedless of the continued fire as he vaults the second floor. <<Nerf-Chop inserted.>> He pipes through the speakers before sliding in close to where Sapphira entered, ducking down and out of sight as only a tiny alien in stealth armor can, seamlessly blending into the woodwork near his teammate.


[21:36:04|Sapphira]
It didn't take much for the scarred, blonde, tattooed stealthsuit to slip past the guards. After all, they're mighty distracted with the E-Web firing willy-nilly out there. As shots from many angles rip through the kitchen, Sapphira is quick to put a few counters and stoves betwene her and the windows, making it even easier to move past those patrolling guards. So when the Defender comes out? Its a single shot planted in one's back. The next shot is lined up for another moving target, but it's not a guard! It's Rale and his ADORABLE sidekick! Sapphira's eyes widen and she blinks, twitching the gun at the last second to fire helplessly back through an already broken window.
<PEACHES is in.> she reports, before turning to head deeper into the building.


[21:51:18|Liz'diot]
Liz slams his balled fists against the desk bellow the mount of his unending chain of command line spitting monitors. "FETID!" Taking down Comm encryption was easy, accessing remotly the well infestructured power grid was another task entirely. Their security was Planetary level strong and the Hapan Military did not slack on anything. Even the First Order treaded lightly with the prospect of Dattle Dragons and other Hapan weapons, such as the Gun of Command
K4 was having a better time, trauncing through the perimeter slightly behind Ryo. It leveled the rifle it carried and blasted away another guard, appears as a deadly lifeless terminator. "DIE FILTHY HUMONS!" It said, clearly in a programed way that Liz had manipulated.


[21:54:14|Mujiji]
<<"Tricks t'Peaches - buy me something nice, will ya?">> Mujiji has blown up a wall, but as she watches Sapphira scale a wall in search of valuables... Well, she isn't quite sure that she made the right choice. She does love blowing things up... But she also loves stealing things... It's a conundrum of a special breed of moral destitution. "Well, that hired gun has no..." She pauses for a long, meaningful glance at the downed guard Ryo shot in the read. "...Ass? Eh?" She grins and, without looking, lobs another grenade, this time at the swarm of guards on the ground. "Next time, we switch jobs." She informs the Mechagodzilla with the E-Web, eyeing the weapon greedily - her attention was poorly placed, as she slips on a loose dart and throws the grenade backwards. KABOOM! "That - That was my bad!" She announces, already arming another grenade.


[21:58:16|Karr'roga]
Bombs. Bullets. Blasters. Bloodshed. As the Hapan of House Not-Important-Anymore mobilize to protect their glorious art and culture; Battle-Rex stands between That Beautiful Man's first two kills. The clawed finger on the trigger lifts - the weapon continues to spool. The E-Web's barrel shines a dull orange, and Battle-Rex twists his hips to pivot yet again and DEAR ANCESTORS, THE HORROR!

The E-Web's spooling barrel smokes, and just as the detonation of a wayward grenade collides nearby; Battle-Rex shifts to not die. It lines him up in sight with...all the important parts of a building, growling down at Tricksy. "Sss-sss-ssss! Morrrre!"

The trigger is pulled again, and the E-Web fires off crimson bolts of death and dismay, lighting up his position and leaving scorch marks on the cobblestoned ground from the heat of the muzzle.


[22:06:42|Zhu Yan]
OUTSIDE:
The return fire commences. Hapan guards fire their beautiful rifles at uncouth, ugly offworlders at the same time as the E-Web is turned to point directly at the balconies from which the fire is being dispensed. All hell breaks loose again as the front facades of the House Bren compound is ripped a large number of new ones. Return fire is frazzled in the din, but not without effectiveness. The Battle-Rex is hit, but worse off are the K4 Droid and the murder rabbit. No, not the murder rabbit!

From the roof was a loud curse word, audible over comms and the firefight. It was distinctly harsh-sounding, easily recognizeable as Mandalorian. Hey, didn't Yan look kinda Mandalorian in the darkness what with his old jetpacker helmet? Two bright yellow fireballs of doom impacted the back of House Bren soldiers, and there was a SHHHHFFFPPPHHHTT as the fake-Mando jetted to land next to Mujiji in the firefight. "<<Alright, that's our dinner bell,>>" exclaimed Yan. "<<We've taken too many hits. Time to get out of here.>>"

SECOND FLOOR:
Inside, a shot to the back is enough to alert the scurrying soldiers that they're not alone up here. "Hey! You!" the most dashing and alluring one shouts at the scarred blonde before letting a blaster bolt off in her direction. With the retreat being called, if the sneakysneak and the batman didn't want to stick around, they'd have to find a way out.


[22:10:58|Ryo Odessa]
Ryo, sitting back against the wall just stares at Mujiji through his visor, his eyes blinking slowly as he tries to understand just what it is that he's seeing. "You can talk?" Ryo finally voices, leaning back and taking a better look at the rabit.

A blaster bolt sears in and is just about two inches too low to take the gambler's head off, instead smacking into the wall he's hiding behind. *FESTIAN CURSING*.

He pops back up and aims that heavy blaster towards the soldiers once more. Two more of them are thwacked by incoming bolts and caught on fire.


[22:14:03|Rale]
Rale, emerging from the shadows opposite Sapphira's position, hears the comm traffic and just //OPENS UP// in the general direction of the guards from the kitchen, the bolts going wide but hopefully startling and turning their attention to the dimuntive alien instead of his partner of the moment. <<You heard the Boss, leg it!">> And, disobeying his own words, he spots a small baggy that's fallen from a hidden part of a kitchen drawer. Is...it that Spice? He snatches the baggie up, and a handful of solid-precious-metal silverware and pockets it as he turns to sprint out into the night and down the facade, covering Sapphira as he goes.


[22:18:46|Sapphira]
Sapphira was //in// you guys. She was finally where she'd wanted to be. A bedroom, a vanity, a posh looking box ... but nooooo. Time to run. She sighs, a pained and dramatic sound, before snatching something from the top of the box and standing, turning to move purposefully back toward the kitchen and the firing. <Sorry Trixie, couldn't find a //damn// thing,> she reports, withdrawing the last piece of tonight's pyrotechniques ... two of the slender cannisters gifted to her by the Mad Bith. With just the slightest smirk, she turns to look back into the house and underhand tosses them down the hall, trying to get an arc of distance in the throw to give her and Rale enough time to, you know. Go.
And go she does. <Run,> she informs Rale calmly as she begins to skid down the rubble toward the ground where she can leg it away from the house.


[22:19:22|Rale]
Rale doesn't need told twice.


[22:22:58|Liz'diot]
"PHEWIE!" Shouted the Bith in the speeder, still having a whole bunch of trouble with the Hapan cyber security systems... at least they had the comms.

K4 looks down at his torso as some shrapnel plinks against the armored chasie there. Then it looks up as several bolts rain down onto it, staggering it back and leaving parts of it smoking and sparking. There is a moment where it looks like it might power down right there...

Untill it comes through the smoke of blaster fire like an unkillable unstoppable machine. The A280 levels and fires deadly crimson bolts towards the guards. "GENOCIDE IS NECESSARY!"


[22:23:55|Mujiji]
She's crawled out of the bag, she's thrown grenades - Tricks is really up to it tonight. "Yup." Mujiji drawls in response to Ryo's shock, spitting on the floor at his feet... And then she's shot. The tiny logomorph is thrown several meters back through the air, and her little body hits the ground, motionless and smoking.

She's alive! Just like... Kinda.


[22:28:03|Karr'roga]
The E-Web sings its song of death. The rapid pew-pew-pew of crimson bolts seems to have no end; trigger touched time and again to throw ten or more bolts at a time in one direction. The destruction this all causes?

Delicious.

As the Hapan fire back at the thugs, two shots dig into the Battle-Rex's armored form. Smoke rises. There's return fire against the building even as it's shot up and starting to reveal the damage!

Then Yan is talking and - like that - the last pull of the trigger would be the last. A voice crackling over the lines, <<"SSSSUPPRESSING FIIIIRE!">>

The E-Web is lifted, hot and steaming barrel angled off the ground. With Tricksy the Doom-Bunny hit? With Barabel flesh singed? It IS time to go...and Zhu Yan's command echoes in Battle-Rex's head. The van. He'll return to it just like he'd seen droids recalled to charging stations.


[22:35:38|Zhu Yan]
OUTSIDE:
With the bad guys retreating, the noble and exceptionally handsome forces of House Bren don't seem too keen to press the issue. Having now dug in and successfully standing their ground, they were happy to keep plinking away through the smoke. Shots rang out in retaliation for their fallen sisters and fallen building, finally taking down the Battle-Rex and the Ultimate Murderbot.

Another Mando'a curse ripped from Yan's lips as he tucked the fallen Mujiji in one arm like one would carry a baby. "<<Whatever you do, don't bite me,>>" he warned the Kushiban as he holstered the Bryar and turned his attention to the fallen Battle Rex. Then, with his free hand, he grabbed the giant beast by the collar and then with his elbow he tapped the emergency thrust on the pack. The same one that sent Boba Fett into the giant pit.

The three of them, with the strength of rocket boosters and Yan's arm not ripping off, hauled ass back out the gate and down the street to the van. Letting go of the Battle-Rex, he pounded the back door and said, "<<If you've got any more droids that can do heavy lifting, would really appreciate it!>>"

SECOND FLOOR:
Pew pew! Well and truly spotted now, the guards cried out in shock as thieves absconded with Her Lady's Most Regal Earrings #76 and all of the fracking cutlery and legged it. More shots rang out, both impacting the walls. And then, BOOM.

The combined smoke and ozone from the explosions and blasterfire made visibility nonexistent. By this point, all the guards were left coughing and peering through the din. This was definitely making the nightly news.


[22:39:50|Ryo Odessa]
It's getting so hot. Why is it so hot out here? Is it because he's super high, or is it because there are several bodies around him that are literally on fire? Ryo may never know, but he does slide the helmet off of his head and throws it off to the side. His newest friend is /dead/. Well, she's flying off into the sky with a fat moron. Ryo is BEREFT of all sense. And then he does a line of some fine red powder off of the back of his hand.

SNORT.

Standing up and mantling over the wall, the SHINY scout trooper releases a loud, blood-curdling scream into the Hapan skies, firing wildly at the troops and sprinting into the house. Where the krif is that man going?


[22:40:38|Rale]
Rale is scampering down the side of the facade like a prancing deer, bolts chasing him across the estate as he makes a beeline for their escape vehicle. But oh no! wounded teammates! Rale begins to aim for the downed pair, but as Yan just goes and hulks out to carry a creature the size of a small compact car out of the zone, Rale pauses only for a moment, then shrugs and heads for the downed droid. "No very obvious and telling evidence left behind," he murmurs, letting his carbine swing free on its sling as he hooks both arms under the droid's 'armpits' and pull the hunk of metal toward the van. <<"little help? Can't leave this, too much telling shit on its drives.">> struggling to pull himself and the downed droid into the escape vehicle. He watches Ryo go. Blinks. Shrugs and keeps dragging. Nope, not his problem.


[22:42:30|Sapphira]
And Sap-er, PEACHES? She's just cool-bish walking away from the burning building. Heavy lifting is for //chumps//. She does radio back to Liz, though, once she's clear of the worst of it. <Your present worked like a dream, dear. Thank you.>


[22:45:14|Liz'diot]
And just as the K4 takes another flurry of rounds, finally putting the seemingly unstoppable juggernaught of a droid down for the count, all the lites in the estate shut down. Vents, heaters, plumbing... doors lock shut, trapping anyone inside that's not already outside.

"YASSSSS.... If there were two Omniscients, I would be both. INDEED." And thus Liz'diot THE OMNISCIENT finally got through Hapan planetary cyber security and held hold then entire powergrid. Slowly but surely the rest of the block started to shut down, grid by grid by grid.


[22:50:58|Zhu Yan]
With the skirmish dying down and the Skunkworks Team making their very painful escape, they achieved what they wanted. Forcing his way into the driver's seat, happy that all the injured were secure, Yan gunned the engines and drove off into the rapidly darkening night. It was only a few minutes into the drive that his head whipped back, he did a quick count, and asked in pure fear the question that would doom them all.

"Where's Ryo?"

Elsewhere, the ramifications of Liz'diot's final 'frack you' were quickly becoming apparent. Lights were turning out, block by block, in perhaps one of the largest power outages Ta'a Chume'Dan had experienced. Building lights flickered back on here and there, powered by emergency generators, but for most the darkness came. Not true darkness, Hapes never really gets darker than a late-ish evening, but the loss of power made it less the jewel of the Consortium and more... silent.

Who knew how the Jynell Estate, currently dealing with their own crisis, would handle it?